#demon! bakugo x reader

[imagination-mess]

The Explosive Demon (Demon!Katsuki) (3/3)

This is an alternative universe where demons can be familiar to witches or wizards to assist and, most of all, as protectors. Witches and wizards can create pacts with demons.

Word Count: 300+ (2/3)

A/N: Tumblr has a limit on how much you can post. I was forced to put it into three different posts. If you wish to see a singular post about it, here is the link to Ao3.

Part One

Part Two (Timeskip continuation of this post)

Demon Katsuki Bakugou:

Later on, when the new program was rolled out specifically for witches' familiars, it took a lot of convincing for Bakugou to even enroll. He didn’t need to take the exam. He got a recommendation after seeing his potential at the Witch Hunt competition.

You were beyond grateful that he was able to make friends through the program. You were already worried about him because he hasn’t made any friends since you were at the academy.

You were taken aback to see him cooking for his friends. They would pay for the supplies since Katsuki refused to take money.

They would often hang out at your apartment because it was the biggest place to hang out. You trusted his friends, despite all of them being demons. You trusted his judgment and knew how much he respected your shared living and personal space.

You also know Katsuki will take it personally if something happens to you because of them. You are 100% sure he will murder them on the spot.

Since he has friends now, you give him more than enough money to spend whatever he wants to spend it on while hanging out with his friends.

Would bring back trinkets that he thought you would like or that looked like you.

He keeps his offering from the summoning ceremony in a safe spot back at the apartment, inside a box in his room. The box is filled with Polaroid pictures and photo booth strips. There are also his birthday and Christmas cards, along with your handwritten notes thanking and showing appreciation for him.

He looks through the box whenever he feels like he is upset with himself or whenever he feels like a failure.

There are some rare jewels that you brought for him, which he treasures the most once you learn the style that he likes. He wears them with pride.

His summoning offering was a dragon tooth, which he keeps in the box. But he wears a clone of the dragon tooth around his neck. He feels anxious to carry the real one around his neck in fear of it getting destroyed.

The dragon tooth is sentimental to him.

You won’t see him panicking over the clone, but he will lose his goddamn mind over the real one. Specifically, someone has been touching it without his permission.

Preciously: Demon! Izuku Midoriya

A/N: I could do a dating version if anyone would be interested in it. Any questions or ideas, please feel free to send them to my ask box. This Au is consuming my mind. 

This idea may evolve into a series in the future. I don't know what to do for now. I have many ideas. I am doing headcanons about it. 

[yanderenightmare]

TW: NSFW, yandere, f!reader, bondage, abuse, punishment, intense spanking/whipping-ish

gn reader

“Please- plea- m’so- sorry-” You sob, voice cracking on its own blubbering. Chest full of panic – heaving for a fix but achieving little less than spurring even more hysteria.

“Haah…” He sighs. Casually fixing your bonds tighter around your wrists, hoisting them a little higher above your head until you were properly stretched up on your tippy-toes.

Shivering in just your undies in anxious wait of his anger.

Stroking your back while holding your belly in a steady hand, he thinks he’s never felt fear quite like it, but unfortunately, “Y’broke the rules, Sunshine… and now yer’ gettin’ punished.”

He unbuckles his belt. Your eardrums burn at the crisp sound, so much spiked blood rushing about, making you go dizzy. 

You think you might pass out.

“What did I say the rules were, hm? ‘You remember ‘em?” He mumbles in a steady tone, speaking awfully softly with his lips pressed against your temple. Waiting for your answer.

You give a sob and a pitiful nod, and he hums in return, rubbing calm circles into your shivering, goose-fleshed skin.

“Recite them for me.” He requests, nose rubbing your hairline as you shiver from his touch.

Voice unsteady, filtered through tears and a hopeless sense of terror – chin tipped up, needing to gasp for breaths. “N-no fighting, no- no arguing, no run- running-”

“Mh…” He hums, taking in the scent of your shampoo with a sniff of your crown, placing a kiss there as though in kudos – or as a small mercy before getting started. “And you managed to do all three in one night. ‘You feel proud, hm? ‘You feel accomplished? Hm? Was it worth it?”

You whimper under the interrogation, feeling smaller and smaller by the second – so exposed where you are, practically hanging from the ceiling like dead meat. Stripped of everything that might’ve protected you – or that would have at least cushioned the coming onslaught of pain you knew to dread.

“Nah… it’s written all over your body. Goosebumps and cold sweat, shaking from tits to toes. You regret it, don’t you?” He murmured, winding his belt around his fist once, then twice, leaving a looped tail. “Mh, maybe you’ll think twice about it next time... or maybe you’ll finally learn your place.”

He finished with a soft bite to the chub of your cheek, then grabbed your chin just as gently, holding your face up to look at him as he sidestepped to your front. Leaning his forehead against yours, he stroked your jaw with his thumb – lips hovering just short of yours.

“I'm gonna hurt you, Sweetie.” He purred, stroking your asscheek with the cool leather in his grip – in such gross contrast to what you knew he planned on using it for. “I promised I would, and now I will…”

He kissed your lips then – slowly, sweetly – suffocatingly so as you cried – tasting your tears and doing a terrible job at withholding his grin as you felt it pull giddily at the corner of his mouth.

He licked his lips once he pulled away, walking a circle around you like a shark.

“How many hits do you deserve?” He mused. “I guess one for each rule you broke is fair, but it seems a little scant…”

He stopped behind you, placing a chaste kiss on your arm before nuzzling around it.

“Should we say thirty?” He offered, and your eyes immediately widened.

Shaking your head furiously, prayers already coming out in splutters. “No- please-”

“No? Too many?” He pouted, not bothering to mask his glee now. “Okay, okay, calm down, baby. Breathe.” He soothed with no effort. “I think…”

There was a pause – a hum of thought as he wrapped his arms around your front and swayed you back against his chest in a hug.

“Ugh fuck, I'm no good makin’ rules on the fly…” He feigned - sinking his jaw into the grove of your armpit before cuddling the soft flesh with his chin-stubble.

He sucked his teeth in a further display of thought before releasing an exasperated sigh.

“I really didn’t think you’d break ‘em, y’know? I thought you’d be a good pet…”

You trembled, eyes looking down at the belt held between his big hands – whimpering at the sight of him simply playing with it – psyching you out like a true sadist.

“But you just had to disappoint me, didn’t you?”

You bit your lip to stop a sob.

“Had to be difficult… and now I gotta make difficult decisions…”

He slinked off you, leaving you to wobble – toes barely grazing the cold basement floor.

You try your best to prepare yourself for the next events, but the more you brace yourself the more tense you get and the harder you cry. “Please- I’ll be good- promise- m’real- really sorry-” 

“I know, baby. I know~ I am, too.” He coos, kissing your spine while rubbing circles into your sides – feeling your ribs rattle with sniffles, struggling for air through your panic. “I wanna make sure we never have to be sorry again.”

He wraps an arm around the front of your hips, steadying you while stroking the loop of his belt over your plump cheeks – tentatively teasing the soft flesh with what was soon to come.

He licked his lips at the promise – already imagining the flawless flesh blooming with his marks.

“I think thirty is fair.”

“No- no please- please, don’t-” You thrash – but do so little more than in place.

“Don’t squirm.” He interrupts, his hand curling into your hip with blunt nails denting the fine skin, keeping you still, pushing your side snugly against his front – holding you intimately while gruffing out eerie murmurs still much too softly for what he was saying. “Remember, it’s another ten hits if you fight me and another ten if you argue.”

At least he doesn’t make you count....

You wouldn’t have been able to even under threat – too busy wailing.

Each hit like the lash of a whip, smacking you fast, one on top of the other. It’s enough to make you throw up after half of it – though it's mostly just water and acid.

He takes pity enough to allow you a small break. Wringing off his wife-beater and wiping your mouth with it – also brushing some of the sweat off your brow before kissing your forehead. 

“Halfway there, Sweetie- you’re doing so good~”  He whispered soothingly, holding your cheeks to pick your face up from hanging – looking into the hopeless look of your opium-blown eyes – so lost he didn’t know if you could even hear him.

He acts as though he’s sorry after, but the boner he’s got nudged against you doesn’t lie – desperately dry-humping your thigh for some sort of relief.

His breaths are tight and hot, puffed against your arm where he now mouths wet kisses. “Good-” He swallows thickly, brows tight-knit, voice thick with lust. “Good pet.”

You hadn’t noticed he was done. And the relief doesn’t register either. There isn’t much comfort in it to grasp, not with the pain still so numbingly intense that you can’t feel anything but the raw sting. 

He drops the belt to the floor and struggles his fly open, shoving the trousers down along with his boxers, stepping out of the heap in a rush – all the while sucking sloppy kisses on your shoulder and nape, mumbling praise. “Y’were so good- so good fo’me- gonna reward yah- my good fuckin’ baby- gonna make yah feel so fuckin’ good now-”

The flesh of your ass burns with welts and split skin, ugly marks already lining the once-pretty color with horrid shades of bruise-dark. Your throat’s ripped raw from all the wailing – only weeping harder when he takes your hips and sways you back to meet his fat erection.

He shamelessly rubs himself between your cheeks – frenzied with his mouth gaping, releasing a filthy shuddering moan while leering at the beautiful sight of his handiwork – feeling so proud he was blushing just from sheer sadistic enjoyment – even letting slip a breathy laugh now.

He hung his tongue out and let his drool drip onto the shaft, then placed another kiss between your shoulder blades. Gliding his tip down and, with the help of a hand, pushed it between your cheeks until it caught your entrance. 

A rugged groan blew hotly down your spine, and another cry was ripped from your chest as he sunk inside without a single spare second to waste.

He laid his face to rest against your back, nudging up inside you slowly with both arms wrapping around you like before – holding you snugly before he began the intimate pace, fucking only the deepest coziest parts of you.

“I love you, Sunshine- you’re mine- only one I give two shits about- rest can just fuck off for all I care- as long as I have you- right here… forever.”

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Shoto, Kirishima, Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa, Overhaul ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Nanami, Geto, Gojo, Naoya, Toji ♡ HQ – Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Sakusa, Miya twins, Suna ♡ CSM – Aki ♡ BLLK – Reo, Isagi, Kunigami ♡ DS – Doma, Sanemi

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[serotonins-stuff]

Mafia boss bf!! who has a table for you right next to his in his office. Decorated with whatever you want.

Mafia boss bf! who has his men carry all your shopping bags

Mafia boss bf! who refers to you as "my lady".

Mafia boss bf! who will give you a kiss in front of all his men, he doesn't care who's watching. He'll pull you in real nice and snug before connecting your lips.

Mafia boss bf! whos makeout sessions have so much power they leave you breathless and weak in the knees.

Mafia boss bf! who loves it on when he sees you bring him coffee in the morning, and you make it exactly how he wants it.

Mafia boss bf! who can't help but keep his hands on you at all times. It doesn't matter where you are, he'll be attached to your hip at all times.

Mafia boss bf! who spoils you.

Mafia boss bf! who looks scary to everyone else but is actually a sweet bean that loves to be babied.

Mafia boss bf! who sits you on his lap while he works on his laptop, and will occasionally explain the work to you. Even though you don't understand a single thing.

Mafia boss bf! who will bring you to some of his important meetings. He'll snuggle you up on his lap while talking to his men.

Mafia boss bf! who doesn't allow any soul to dare disrespect you, or even look at you the wrong way, because there would be hell to pay.

Mafia boss bf! who will deal with anyone you ask him to in a heartbeat. Is someone looking at you weird? He's got you. Someone disrespect you? He'll sort them out.

Mafia boss bf! who teaches you how to fight by training you every week. He wants to make sure that his girl will be able to protect herself when he's not around.

Mafia boss bf! who takes you to the nicest places around the world.

Mafia boss bf! who slaps your ass whenever you bend over to pick something up.

Mafia boss bf! who's obsessed with your waist, he can't help but hold it and rub small circles on it wherever he gets the chance.

Mafia boss bf! who deathstares anyone that walks into his office while you're sleeping. How dare they attempt to disturb your beauty sleep?

Mafia boss bf! who sits patiently and watches you attentively as you try on clothes at the store. He'll look at you with such loving eyes and a smile that makes you weak in the knees.

Mafia boss bf! who whines and clings to you in the morning whenever you have to get up.

"You're mine"

"My girl"

"Be good yeah?"

"Shhhh, the wife is calling"

Karma, BAKUGO, Kirishima, HAWKS, KURROO, BOKUTO, DAICHI, EREN, Jean, Asta, MIKEY, Draken, BAJI, Kazutora, HANMA, Ran, GOJO, GETO, TOJI, Tengen

[nimmie-nugget]

CONFESSION!!

“…you like me? Tough shit..” He muttered under his breath as his cheeks turned pink.

“I guess we could give it a try…” He said to you, a hand on your shoulder.

-Wanderer, Katsuki Bakugo, Dabi, Michael Afton(Teen), Sanemi Shinazugawa, Iguro Obanai, Tyler Hernandez, Muichiro Tokito(Before S3). /+Your Favourites

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Lil Note: Hearts, Comments and Reblogs are Appreciated🤍

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[luviisabella]

Milf!Reader who gets baby fever easily and can’t help but think about “just one more” to love.

Milf!Reader who’s body has changed, her breasts larger, hips a little wider, and a curvier figure.

Milf!Reader who’s always thinking of fun baking ideas so her husband comes home from work to the kitchen a mess as he walks over with a smile to see the beautiful sweets his wife and kid(s) made.

Milf!Reader who’s always singing to her kid(s) to put them to sleep, her husband secretly watching from the kids room as she hums them a lullaby.

“Just one more huh..?”

“Come on, you can take it. Thought this was what you wanted?” His large hands pressed slightly against your lower back to keep your arch. You had a pillow in your grip, muffling some of your screams and whines as he relentlessly pounded you from behind. Fuck.

Is this because he overheard you on the phone saying you thought about another kid? Well if this was the result you would’ve said it to his face a lot sooner-

He pressed you down, your stomach now flat against the bed as he keeps a steady pace, his hands on both your sides as he leans down to your ear.

“Gonna take good care of you baby” His right hand comes to hold your hip, you could only respond in broken cries. No matter how many times you guys do it he always stretches you out and he loves it. “My pretty girl.”

He places a soft kiss to your cheek and then your forehead as he leans over you a little, he was over you so you couldn’t see the smirk plastered on his face at the sight of you melting under him like this.

“Just one more, yeah?”

|| Toji Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, Levi Ackerman, Jean Kirstein, Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Hak, Lauxus Dreyar, Gray Fullbuster, Sting Eucliffe, Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Shota Aizawa, Hawks, Tsukauchi, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Obanai Iguro and any characters you think fit luv. ||

[ryukatters]

swipe right — k. bakugo x fem! reader

✮ a/n: i remember seeing a post on here a long time ago about a character making a fake tinder profile for their gf and realizing how many people want her. (if someone knows the OG post please lmk so i can link it!) so now i present to you: bakugo falling to his knees in the middle of your apartment bedroom for the exact same reason.

✮ content/warnings: dubcon, quirkless/college! au, jealousy, possessiveness, breeding, creampie, unprotected sex, cum eating, cunnilingus, overstimulation, praise, biting, bkg gets a little rough with you, and bkg's also a fucking simp but when do I ever write him as being otherwise??

✮ summary: your boyfriend decides to make a fake tinder profile for you just to see how many matches you get. he comes to a realization just how many other people want what’s already his.

✮ word count: 4.2k (i'm so sick)

Bakugo can remember how this all started. In very vivid detail, actually. He remembers because Kaminari had pissed him off so much to the extent that it took him a very substantial amount of effort to refrain from bashing his friend’s face in.

It all started during the last monthly hangout amongst Bakugo and his friends— one day out of the month designated to make sure that they all had time to catch up with one another despite their busy schedules.

Everything was normal, with all of them getting more than enough of their fill of food and alcohol while idly playing video games and talking about random topics to fill in the silence in Kaminari’s living room. 

Perfectly normal, until Denki decided to open his stupid mouth, at least. 

He goes off on a tangent about a trend he saw on social media where someone makes a fake Tinder profile for their partner to see how many matches they’d get. He proceeds to tell Bakugo that he should try doing it, for “funsies,”— to which Bakugo scoffs at. 

“Aren’t you curious, Kacchan?” Kaminari smiles cheekily, wrapping an arm around his blond friend’s shoulders, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Bakugo’s becoming visibly more upset with every passing moment. 

“Your girlfriend is really pretty,” Mina chimes in, sticking her tongue out when Katsuki whips his head to glare at her. “I’m still surprised she’s with a grump like you.” 

Kaminari butts in, “I bet there’s a whole line of guys around the block just waiting for a chance to get with her. I mean, just look at her! Hell, I’d even let her peg m—”

For a moment, Bakugo swears he wants to bash Kaminari’s face into his flatscreen. And for a moment, he lets that impulsive thought win— getting up and grabbing two fistfuls of Denki’s shirt before promptly getting cut off by Kirishima.

“Alright alright,” Kirishima forcibly pries Bakugo off of the other blond, pushing him off to the side. “That’s enough, you two. Kaminari was just messing around. I’ll admit, it wasn’t a good joke, but no need to hurt the guy, okay Bakugo?” 

Kirishima knows that Kaminari wasn’t being that serious, but Kirishima can also admit that what he had to say held some ounce of truth. And Kirishima knows Bakugo well enough to see how your boyfriend tends to be rather skittish and protective with matters concerning you— which is exactly why Eijiro had to stop him before it was too late. He really didn’t feel like preparing for Denki’s funeral or helping hide Katsuki escape from a homicide charge.

And that was that…up until a few minutes ago.

Katsuki’s tried to forget that conversation. But try as he might, his mind betrays him and can’t help but wander back to what Denki said that night.

He trusts you of course, and has complete faith in your relationship. However, he’s curious to a fault, just about perhaps too curious for his own good. 

How badly could this end?

As it turns out, this whole scheme seems to be playing out very poorly. 

Dozens of photos of you— screenshotted from your social media accounts— fill Katsuki’s screen. He had to choose photos you uploaded yourself, because most of his photos of you were either too…suggestive or too domestic (and he wants to be the only one to see you in those moments).

He swipes through “your” profile one last time before clicking “done” to officially put you on the market. And just like that, Bakugo’s met with the faces of men who are nowhere near your level. He goes through the batch of profiles, scrutinizing each one he comes across. He’s (un)surprisingly selective with the ones he chooses to swipe right on— making sure that they’re at least somewhat conventionally attractive. To his surprise (or dread, rather), his phone pings right away with a notification from someone who swiped back. Another ping. A message. 

You free tonight? 

Bakugo scoffs. He looks through the guy’s profile— a picture of him at a party with his arms around some girls, another with him doing a victory pose presumably after hiking, and one with him holding a fish. He feels his mouth curl in disgust, about to give into the urge to reply and give this guy a piece of his mind, before he realizes he’s pretending to be you. He takes a deep breath, closes out of the app, and puts down his phone. 

He’s starting to regret this.

Bakugo’s phone has gone off 15 times in the last hour. Bakugo has also felt the need to strangle some stranger through the phone 15 times in the last hour. Your (read: his) profile has existed for less than 60 minutes, and you already have a whole address book of nobodies trying to link with you and get a quick fuck. 

He feels the familiar beginnings of a headache creeping up the back of his skull. He thinks he might need a drink. Why did he decide to do this again?

In hindsight, he probably should have known this is exactly how it was going to go down. 

What was that saying? Curiosity killed the cat?

Yeah.

He was never great at self-preservation in the first place. So this, the feeling of overwhelming jealousy, frustration, possessiveness brewing up a storm threatening to pour out of every single fiber of Bakugo’s being— was no surprise.

He watches as the numbers at the bottom of his screen increase steadily, before tapping on the star icon. 

‘99+ likes!’ it reads. Over 99 people who saw your profile and thought you were beautiful. Bakugo pales, and he can feel the cold sweat building on the nape of his neck. He grips his phone, knuckles turning white. Is he shaking from anger or nervousness?

Anger because all these guys think they even have the slightest chance with someone as amazing as you. Nervousness because what if you decide that they do? You wouldn’t actually leave him for one of these guys, right? Right?

None of these men would walk through hell and back for you. They don’t know how you like your coffee, the details of your skin care routine, how you like to binge watch shows and talk Katsuki’s ear off about them (not that he ever minded, of course). They don’t know you, not like he does. Katsuki looks at you like you hung the moon. In fact, he’s pretty convinced that you did. Everything good in his life— the warmth, the color, the joy,— is encompassed by you. He’d be damned if he lets some greasy little nobody take that from him. Because the moment Bakugo fell in love with you, you became a part of him— inextricably and indefinitely. Loving you has become so intrinsic to him, that even the mere thought of another person loving you or looking at you the same way he does has him going insane. Not that anyone could love you like he did, though. That thought brings him some comfort, but not for long. 

One last notification he sees sends him spiraling. Bakugo swears that he can see red. That’s when he deletes the app, and throws his poor phone in some random corner of the living room, which is markedly one of the smarter choices he’s made as of late. He marches to your bedroom with a fire burning in his chest. 

He stops short of the door and finds you sitting at the edge of your shared bed, fresh out of the shower. You’re applying lotion, and he watches the cream absorb into your skin wordlessly, in awe at how overwhelmingly beautiful you manage to look in the most prosaic of tasks. For a second, he almost forgets the reason he was upset in the first place.  

Your hair is still damp, water droplets accumulating at the tips, and Katsuki feels his mouth run dry the minute he watches a stray bead fall and make its way down your neck and stop perfectly in the dip of your collarbone. Your very existence is forever etched into his heart, every inch of you carved into his memory, but even still he can never get tired of looking at you. At every angle, in every lighting, he needs to see you in it. You could call him obsessed, but he’d simply laugh and agree, because what’s so wrong with that? Especially if it’s you. 

You’re one to be studied— to be adored, Katsuki thinks, to the greatest capacity. It’s what you deserve. And what better person for that task to fall upon than him?

He finds himself naturally gravitating towards you, his finger tracing the same exact path the water had carved just moments before, wordlessly. You try to pay no mind, but it’s difficult as you realize just how close Bakugo was and how your towel barely manages to cover up your most intimate parts. One wrong move and you’d be exposed. With how things were playing out, and the predatory glint in the blond’s eyes, you don’t think your boyfriend would be too perturbed with your current predicament. 

Katsuki presses a delicate kiss to your forehead before he crouches down. Suddenly, you’re at eye level with one another, his hot breath tickling your lips. You think for a moment he’s going to kiss you so you lean forward, lips waiting. But he merely grazes them before he sucks a deep bruise into the juncture of your neck, biting slightly. 

You’re barely given any time to react before he’s grabbing the hand that’s securing your towel and ripping it away, the offending garment falling off your body. Your flesh prickles with goosebumps as its exposed to the sudden chill.  It’s quickly replaced by the heat of Bakugo’s body as he pushes you lightly, your back hitting the mattress. He crawls on top of you, muscular thighs on either side of your hips, your head placed conveniently between his forearms. He’s trapped you, a nonverbal challenge for you to try and escape. 

You’re a work of art, he thinks, but much more valuable than any pièce de résistance framed in any museum. 

Beautiful, yes, but far too blank for his liking. He wants to ruin you, make you his own personal magnum opus. And so he does. 

He presses a clothed knee against your bare cunt, pressing firmly. His lips continue their assault on your neck, leaving angry purpling bruises in their wake. Rough hands find your breast, and you moan in surprise when he gives both of them a harsh squeeze as he shoves his tongue into your mouth. Katsuki kisses you like a man dying of thirst, hungry for everything you can offer him and more. It’s all too much already, the way he’s kissing you has your mind reeling, and you have to turn your head away for a moment to catch your breath. Katsuki thinks it’s a moment too long without you, so he coaxes you into locking lips with him once more. A wave of mischievousness washes over you, prompting you to take your boyfriend’s lower lip in between your teeth, biting down lightly. 

You feel his breath hitch, before he lets out a low groan as he grinds his clothed dick against your bare wetness. He returns the favor, sucking on your bottom lip before letting it go with a wet pop. He pulls back with a lazy smirk, his lips pursing together to scatter messy kisses down the base of your throat and down your chest, alternating between sucking and biting at the flesh. 

He gives you a good once-over, scanning every surface, committing them to memory. You feel the need to curl into yourself with how intensely those vermillion eyes are piercing into you, memorizing every single curve, scar, freckle like he’s done time and time again. 

He drops down to his knees, broad shoulders bullying their way in between your legs, forcibly prying them open. He grips your hips, fingertips digging into the soft flesh, and drags you down the mattress until your legs are dangling off the bed.

“Jesus, Kats, be more gentle.”

“Shhh. I know you like it when I’m not gentle,” he chuckles. As if to prove a point, he pulls you down even further, giving a harsh bite to your inner thigh. He smiles deviously when you yelp. You try to pull at his hair but his reflexes are too quick, pinning both of your wrists down on either side of you easily. “Besides, this is the perfect height for me to eat you out, dontcha think baby?” 

You want to chastise him for being so crass, so Katsuki, but the words die on the tip of your tongue the minute he gives a sweet, loving kiss to your clit, sucking lightly. 

“You’re mine. I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this except for me.” 

You’re not entirely sure what brought this on, but you find it hard to complain when Bakugo drags his tongue from your throbbing clit to inside your pussy, drinking everything you have to offer. 

Your hands automatically try to find purchase in his blond locks, struggling against the vice grip Katsuki has on your wrists. He decides to take pity on you, loosening his hold so you can slip your hands into his hair, moaning appreciatively when he feels you tug. He rewards you by flicking his tongue on your clit over and over again, just the way you like it. He does it until your moans begin to pitch higher and higher, the same way that they do when you’re close. He doesn’t stop his ministrations even after you cum, riding out your orgasm until your thighs are shaking from overstimulation. He pulls away from you with a loud pop, taking in the sight before him. 

He runs a hand up and down your thigh soothingly. “So fucked out already and we’re barely getting started, baby.”

Your mind is barely processing his words before you feel Katsuki’s erection brush against your stomach, his clothing haphazardly discarded on the floor. He taps the head of his dick against your clit to tease you, a feeling of satisfaction swelling when you cry out from under him.  

He watches in fascination as strings of your arousal cling to him. He positions his length at your entrance, locking eyes with you as you hold your breath in anticipation. Katsuki likes you like this. Needy for him. 

 “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, you know that?” He slips into you with a stuttered groan. 

Katsuki’s always been big. You never get used to the initial stretch, no matter how many times you two fuck. Still, that doesn’t stop him from sliding in with ease from the slick of your last orgasm. It easily coats his cock as he gives a few experimental thrusts. He groans in rapture. How do you manage to feel so good every time? It’s enough to drive him insane. Perhaps he already is. 

“So fucking perfect, no wonder why all those losers want you.” He mutters out the last part, and you’re not sure if you caught that right. 

“What?” He chooses not to respond, and you aren’t given the opportunity to think any further before your legs are thrown over his shoulders, Katsuki’s weight effectively pinning you in place. The stretch knocks all the wind out of your lungs, and all you can do is cling to Katsuki, nails leaving red, angry lines on his well-defined back.

He wastes no time before he starts drilling into you, hips slotting in between your legs perfectly. The position has him pressed against your clit, and your entire body feels like it’s been set ablaze, with Katsuki holding both the power to have it burn even brighter and the ability to extinguish it. And you’re almost there, you can feel your soul slowly ascending, your room filled with hymns of pleasure, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter, threatening to unravel along with your sanity. Katsuki can feel it too— the way you’re squeezing him tighter, how your gasps and moans have climbed just a note higher, how absolutely ruined you look, how he’s responsible for your current state. Which is exactly why he wants to push it even further, he wants to see how much you’ll break for him— and only him. 

Katsuki cuts you off right before you can reach your peak, pulling out but making sure just his tip is inserted. You come to and take a look at your lover and marvel at the sight. He has a crazed look in his eyes. The way he smirks is absolutely wicked. 

You feel distraught— having been so close but having it ripped away from you. You give your boyfriend a petulant pout.

“Katsuki,” you whine, slapping a hand against his sweaty chest, “Why’d you stop? I was so close!”

“Because I didn’t want you to cum yet,” he says simply. “You’ll be good for me, yeah? I’ll give my baby what she deserves, as long as she’s good.” 

You roll your eyes, huffing. That won’t do for him.

As much as he loves seeing you indulge, he feels a need to punish you— at least a little bit to even begin to atone for being the wicked temptress you are. 

“Don’t be a fuckin’ brat,” Bakugo growls, gripping your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks, causing your lips to purse slightly. “I said be good, okay? Wanna take my time with you.” 

There’s a moment of respite, until you sigh in defeat, knowing better than to argue with him lest you wanted to dig your own grave. “‘Kay, ‘ki.”

He flashes you a smile. Obedient, just how he likes you. “Good girl.”

Katsuki draws his hips back, thrusting just enough to fuck his tip into you. He’s teasing. The amount of willpower on his end it takes not to cum is nauseating. 

“You’re so pretty, aren’t you?” he rasps, one hand finding their way around your neck, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. Your hands reflexively grab his wrist. 

All you can manage is a fucked out moan. Katsuki has to resist the urge to coo, about how he’s managed to turn you into a cockdrunk mess in such a short matter of time. The wave of possessiveness that’s been gnawing at the depths of his soul begins to seep out, and he’s reminded of the reason why the two of you are in this position in the first place. 

He gives your throat another squeeze and a rough slap to your clit. “C’mon princess, answer me. Say it.” He slowly adds more and more pressure until your ears grow hot and air feels like a precious commodity. 

“I-i’m pretty,” you manage to gasp out, tears spilling from your lash line as you begin to lose yourself between the space of pleasure and pain. 

Good. Always so pliant for him.

“That’s right, baby,” he concedes. “So fuckin’ beautiful.” He punctuates the last word with a deep thrust, right against that spongy spot that feels so good. You’re so sensitive that it’s enough to send you spiraling into your second orgasm, walls spasming around him uncontrollably. 

Katsuki stills, staving off his own release with all the restraint he can summon. He silently thanks whatever divine forces are out there that he didn’t cum the minute he felt the first clench of your orgasm. 

He grits his teeth as he wills himself to move, trying not to get lost in the wetness that envelops him. You’re babbling now, senseless moans filling Katsuki’s ears like a sweet melody. 

“Kats, please, I’m too sensitive—” You’re shaking now, muscles trembling with every thrust. 

“But I’m not done with you yet,” he says simply, drawing his hips back with a particularly rough thrust. You choke back whatever you were going to say with a loud cry. “What’s your color, baby?”

You take a moment to answer, brain trying to comprehend the words just uttered to you. You look at Katsuki firmly, “Green.”

“Atta girl,” he praises, the drive of his hips beginning to shallow. He’s close, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out. But for you, he tries. “You’re mine, right?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, shivering as goosebumps dance across your skin. 

“Say it,” Katsuki pleads, thrusts growing sloppy by the second. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m all yours, ‘ki.” 

With that, Katsuki’s fate is sealed. He’s left groaning as a flash of pleasure shakes his very soul, filling you up with so much cum that it dribbles onto the mattress even while he’s still inside you. You follow suit, an embarrassingly obscene rhythm of squelching noises fill the silence as you spasm around his dick. He collapses on top of you, but he’s still coherent enough to not dump all his weight on you. 

Your labored breaths fill the room as the two of you come to. Katsuki pulls out of you with a wince, still a bit sensitive. He gives you a peck on the lips before he drags himself down, settling in between your legs much like he was earlier. 

You tense up, “Kats, wait—”

Any and all protests cease the moment Bakugo works his tongue inside of you, slurping lewdly as he drags out the mixture of your cum and his, swallowing. He tries not to stimulate your puffy clit in an attempt to be merciful, but you still feel yourself steadily climbing to what would be your fourth orgasm this session. While the past three have been intense and drowning, this one comes to you in waves, dull pleasure invading your senses as Katsuki continues to eat you out to clean you up. 

He pulls away when you finish, your slick and his saliva coating his chin before he wipes it off on the back of his hand. You stare at his half-hard erection with a half concerned, half quizzical look. “Do you…” you lick your lips, “need help with that? I’m a little sensitive down there  but I could use my mout—”

“Nah, I’m good babe,” he says earnestly, flashing you a smile that he only ever shows around you. “I’ll be back.” With that, your boyfriend leaves the room only to come back with a bottle of water. 

“Drink.” You comply, finishing half the bottle graciously before handing it to him. He downs the rest before he settles next to you on the bed, laying on his side. You mirror him, shifting your body so that you’re both facing each other. 

Katsuki reaches out, finger idly tracing random shapes and lines onto the bare skin on your hip. He has a pensive look on his face, one that he usually doesn’t hold after stolen moments like this; it’s an expression he wears when he’s in deep thought. 

“Baby,” you call out. His eyes snap to yours, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah?”

“Whatcha thinking about?” You watch as a hesitant look flashes across your boyfriend’s face before he shakes his head.

“S’nothin’. Just thinkin’ about us two.” He speaks lightly. It’s always been difficult for him to voice his inner thoughts and feelings, so he tends to beat around the bush. You’ve learned that if you ever want something out of him, you’d have to pry a little. Katsuki always indulges you though. 

“What about us?”

“Do you- do you think you’ll ever get tired of this?” He repeats himself, clearing his throat. The question is followed by a weaker, “...of me?”

You think it’s the most ridiculous question he’s ever asked, because the answer should be obvious. “I’d never get tired of you, Katsuki. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he replies automatically, “but if I ever do anything that upsets you, or if I get too much for you, or if I—” he’s rambling now. Yes, it’s difficult for Katsuki to talk about his feelings, but once you manage to get him to open up, all the walls of his self-made fortress come crashing down and it’s up to you to pick up the pieces. 

“Baby,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips, cupping his sharp jaw with one hand. “Look at me.” And he does�� ruby eyes meeting yours. “I love you because you’re you. And I choose to be with you everyday. It’s not always gonna be perfect, no relationship is. But I know that I will always wake up and choose you.” 

You can see the anxiety melt away from Katsuki’s body, shoulders slumping as he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

“Love you too, sap,” is all he says before he’s pulling you against his chest, squeezing you into a bearhug. You two stay that way until both of you are lulled to sleep. 

You’re laying in bed with Katsuki, both of you dozing off when you hear a slight buzz from your phone on the nightstand. You squint as you try to read the notification, and make out that it’s from your friend.

Denki Kaminari: So did it work?

You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing, giving a quick glance over your shoulder to check on your boyfriend— fast asleep. You turn back to your phone, your thumbs making quick work at your keyboard. 

You: Just like I said it would. Thanks Denki :)

Writing belongs to @ryukatters. Please do not share my work on Tiktok.

[mytheoristavenue]

Premature Ejaculation with your Favs!

Summary: You pity your incel classmate and pay his dorm a visit. Little do you know is all it takes is few French kisses to finish him off.

Warnings: college!au, modern!au, incel!character, virgin!character, misogyny, premature ejaculation, degredation, dom!reader, fem dom, sub!character, male sub

"O-Oh, fuck, please no, fuck-!" He hisses, shifting away from you, stiff as a board. "Oh my fucking god, shit, I'm so fucking sorry!"

All you can do is giggle at the wet spot on the front of his sweats and the humiliated crack in his voice. "Did you seriously jizz your pants?" You snort cruelly. "We were barely even making out!"

"D-Don't laugh! Fuck!" He scolds, covering himself as he awkwardly maneuvers off the bed. "Fuck's sake, cut me some slack, I've never done this before!"

"Awe, don't get all pissy!" You snicker, watching him waddle to the bathroom. "It's fine that you're a no pump chump, really! It's cute, actually!"

"I'm so glad you find this amusing," He grumbles, cleaning himself and dropping his sweats, walking out in just boxers and an old t-shirt. "'Cause I sure as hell don't." He ranted while tossing through a hamper to find a clean-ish pair of pants, having to do the sniff test on nearly everything.

"You really should clean your room, ya know? Maybe you'd actually get girls that way." You joke, lounging on his bed. "Girls don't like nasty rooms, dude."

He rolled his eyes, cheeks still pink. "Are you saying I don't get bitches?" He asked, stepping into a pair of pajama pants.

"More or less," You smirk at the irritated scowl he presented. "Also, don't call women bitches if you ever plan on changing that."

"All women are bitches," He says, turning back to you with a cocky grin. "And if I don't get any, why are you in my bed?"

"I felt bad for you, you're like a wet cat." You deadpan, hiding the fact that his last words dripped with more sex appeal than even he intended. "And I like messing with virgins."

"Shut up," He grumbled, the wind taken from his sails. "I don't need your pity, I could pull if I wanted to. Just got better shit to do."

"You mean like edging to hentai while all your friends go out to party?" You sneer, eyes flickering to his computer, pump bottle of lotion sitting beside the monitor so obviously.

"Oh my god, I hate you, is there a point to all this torment?" He finally asks, pacing the room, ready to throw you out.

You smile sweetly, catching his eye. You look so inviting as you lean back in his bed on your palms. "Hey, creep?" You coo and he gulps. He used to hate when you called him that, but now it melts him. He's already crawling over you nervously, shaking like a leaf.

"Y-Yeah?" He asks through quivering lips, hard on painfully obvious. You smirk at his short refractory period.

"Let's try again, yeah? I won't tell anyone you're a minute man if you try and hold out as long as you for me can this time m'kay?"

"O-Okay!"

Mezo Shoji, Katsuki Bakugo, Shihai Kuroiro, Neito Monoma, Mashirao Ojiro, Kosei Tsuburaba, Togaru Kamakiri, Shoto Todoroki, Shota Aizawa, Toya Todoroki, Enji Todoroki, Denki Kaminari, Sanemi Shinazegaua, Obanai Iguro, Giyuu Tomioka, Guytaro Shabana, Inosuke Hashibira, Zenitsu Agatsuma, and whoever else you like!

[illubean]

these guys do that stupid shit that's like "he's mean because he likes you" then when you're fed up and kick his ass for being annoying he falls harder and no I will not be taking any criticism

-Satoru Gojo, Kei Tsukishima, Kentaro "Mad Dog" Kyoutani, Soul Eater Evans, Leorio Paladaknight, Gray Fullbuster, Inosuke Hashibara, dare I say Katsuki Bakugo

[chattemagique]

tw: mostly fluff, slightly suggestive, man is weirdly jealous about your lower stomach, fem! bodied reader, all characters are 18+

men who are obsessed with your lower belly who find it so enticing and pretty, who never understood why would you even be insecure about it when it literally drives them crazy

he's never leaving a chance of placing his hand or gently grabbing onto it whenever you both are together, whether you're wearing something tight-fitting that's accentuating that lower part or your body or whether you are spooning together his hand always travels to it

God forbid you wear something cropped that exposes that part of your body, you're basically asking him to give more attention to it he might even start to think that it's because of his lack of affection to it you wore it so it would attract other people no! he wants to have it all to himself!

so let him compensate this time for all of the other moments when he hasn't given you enough love!

let him squeeze it, smooch it, caress it, grab it! it is just so precious!

it is just so adorable, so pretty, so squishy, the way it stands out on your body, how it's so soft and warm, appealing to him

he loves to place tender kisses on it, sometimes leaving a hickey, when he's feeling extra freaky

his hand always serves as a heat pad for your belly whenever you are on your period that's strangely brings you sense of comfort and security

just as you lay in bed after long day you can expect his hand crawling into your lap, gently embracing your lower stomach as he's whispering sweet nothings to your ear as you both fall asleep

( ˘ ³˘)♥ kuroo tesurou, tendou satori, hinata shoyo, suna rintarou, osamu miya, eijiro kirishima, bakugo katsuki, hawks, tomura shigaraki, choso kamo, yuuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, kyojuro rengoku, sanemi shinazugawa, genya shinazugawa, tanjiro kamado, inosuke hashibira, douma, akaza, gyutaro, denji

[aiysan2]

Couldn't stop thinking about the things your cocky fav and you would get up to

If anyone was to ask he'd say he hates you. He hates the way you smirk when you fight. He hates the way you flaunt your traps. He hates how you parade yourself in public as if you weren't a target. He especially hated how you'd constantly separate him from his group with your set up of booby traps.

You'd always tie him up, no matter how many times you'd done this, you couldn't trust him not to try something. He was already so much stronger than you and better at hand to hand combat, there's a reason they say he's the best.

You wrap your pretty lips around his cock, milking him dry of everything he gave you not allowing him to see the satisfaction spreading on your face with every whimper that left his gaping mouth.

It made your heart flutter, the adrenaline of being able to see such a strong overpowered man reduced to a whimpering mess, begging over to feel your pussy wrapped around his achy cock. You'd let him know he isn't worthy enough for your cunt, tugging at his sensitive nipples while he tossed around fighting restraints once again.

Maybe if his little group hadn't tried to ambush you earlier this week he wouldn't be tied down to a cold wooden chair, with his mouth stuffed with your pantie, tears soaking through his blindfold as you refused to let him cum.

He continued apologising despite that being the reason you had gagged him in the first place, finding the sound annoying because if he was truly sorry he wouldn't have allowed his colleagues to try find you.

You're smile grew when you saw his thighs tense about to shoot a load, and your hands leave him once again, standing up to go get a drink of water, hearing him plead under your panties for you to let him cum, for you to forgive him and wrap your pretty lips around his fat tip. He was sure that would all that would be needed for him to finish.

He used his tongue to push your pantie out of his mouth, parting with the taste of your cunt and called out for you. He whined telling about how good he's been for you today, how he thinks he's done enough punishment, how he thinks he might die if he doesn't get to finish.

You walk back into the room, sighing and rolling your eyes. Picking up his own belt and using it against his thighs, making your way up and inching closer to his cock. He feels your hot breath wrap around him his hips eager to feel your tight throat wrap around his dick, touching him exactly the way he needs to be touched, though it doesn't come.

Instead you stand over him, leaning over so your mouth faned over his reddened ears.

"M'sorry, I'd help you get off but I don't wanna make a mess y'know,"

He hated you for abandoning him in a rundown motel, with an tender cock, and lack of material to get out of his bindings.

Bakugo, GOJO, GETO, Reigan, L, Giyu, Sanemi, Endevour, DABI, Shigaraki, Levi Ackerman, Jean Kirstein, Sukuna, Hoshina Soshiro, Serizawa

[imagination-mess]

The Explosive Demon (Demon!Katsuki) (1/3)

This is an alternative universe where demons can be familiar to witches or wizards to assist and, most of all, as protectors. Witches and wizards can create pacts with demons.

Word Count: 1K (1/3)

A/N: Tumblr has a limit on how much you can post. I was forced to put it into three different posts. If you wish to see a singular post about it, here is the link to Ao3.

Preciously: Demon! Izuku Midoriya

Demon Katsuki Bakugou:

He wasn’t the easiest to handle or deal with at all at the beginning. He was one of the few who were summoned in their mid-teens. He had a massive ego and looked down upon his own witch and others.

He wasn’t the nicest, either. He was rather rude.

You questioned your decision every day and debated whether to break the pact and try to get another familiar one rather than a demon one.

Furthermore, he wondered why you, a weak witch, were given to him.

The two of you bumped heads more often than not. You are getting complaints about him. He was also getting a record of using his powers on others and getting into a lot of fights. He would use his sharp claws to swipe at people, demons, and other species of familiars alike. You tried to talk to him, but it felt like talking to a wall.

He bites, scratches, and does everything above.

Yet, you weren’t surprised to find him getting brutally attacked by a demon with more experience than him. The demon was the same age as him but had more experience than him.

You could say he was humbled and wasn’t the same afterward. You could see it hurting his self-esteem.

There was a turning point in the dynamic between the two of you. It also changed his perspective on you. There was an incident where you got critically hurt. He is ashamed to admit it, but he wasn’t taking his job seriously. There will be people who will be stronger than him, especially being this young as a demon.

Even when he could have left you for dead and could have done so with that vow you placed on him, because of the pact, he was completely free as a demon with no connection to you. There wouldn’t be any sort of consequence if he did. He wouldn’t return to hell because of negligence, yet he didn’t.

He rushed you to the closest hospital to get medical care. He stayed beside you once you were allowed to have someone in the room.

He gets chewed out by your parents because he failed his duties as a protector and as a familiar. He kept quiet and took their insults. He was already kicking himself over it.

He gets nightmares about the incident as he sleeps in the same hospital room on an uncomfortable chair. He would glance at the heart monitor to ensure you were still alive and not dead.

During your hospital stay, you were surprised to have found him watching over you like a bodyguard. It reached a point where the medical staff was referring to him as a guard dog who watched carefully what they were doing to you all while you were unconscious and recovering.

“Don’t you dare accept that useless thing as familiar again? He is unfit. That thing will never appreciate the things you have done for him. He is just ungrateful!”

He didn’t stay around when he heard those words come from your parents. They weren’t the only ones who told you to tell you about renewing the pact. Family members to the faculty of the academy, telling you not to accept him again. He already has his golden ticket. He wouldn’t be forced to return to hell and could roam around the moral world without being tied down by a witch. He will be fine.

“You are a disappointment as a demon and familiar. She should have let you rot in hell for your negligence.” A higher-up demon who was in charge of the demons of the academy was insulting him hell and back. He was purposely ripping Bakugou into shreds. That demon knew where to hit and make it hurt.

You were astounded to see him around and sneaking in your favorite snacks for you to eat. You didn’t even know he took note of it since the two of you never truly got along. You weren’t blind to see how much guilt the demon carried on his shoulders. His eyes say it all, along with the clear sign of sleep deprivation. His horns on his head, which used to be healthy and spotless of any flaws, now have scratches and cracks on them.

The clear sign of the demon’s esteem is through their horn conditions.

In the end, he was startled when you asked him if he still wanted to be your familiar, and you didn’t blame him for the incident either. The two of you had a deep conversation. You did most of the talking and let him speak whenever he wanted to.

Nevertheless, he is very grateful that you gave him another chance despite everyone around you telling him not to renew the pact. He doesn’t ever want to see you like that or what you did to protect him again. You broke the pact, and he felt that. It’s just like the demon’s rumors have said about how it feels to be abandoned by their witch. It's a hollow feeling on his chest that wouldn’t go away. It was a terrible feeling to experience.

His attitude toward you has improved since that deep confession. He is treating you with respect as his witch.

You learn how to differentiate the way he acts and talks between real anger and his normal behavior.

Ever since you introduced him to Demon Cafe, which specializes in demon appetite, he has been determined to make better dishes. He claims it lacked any taste. He cooked his food at the dorms and sometimes created something for you to eat since you can’t eat what he eats.

His food caught the attention of other demons who were asking what kind of dish it was from the cafe, only to be surprised to find out he knew how to cook.

He was ready to fight the demon who stole the food that he cooked for himself!

You better believe he did not take any sort of money or anything in exchange for his cooking. It went around that he was a good chef after his food was stolen more than twice.

Even the cafe reached out to him and immediately said no.

The only person he would cook food for is you, his annoying witch. Human food, to be more specific. There was a lot of trial and error since he had never cooked human food before

Continuation: Time Skip (2/3) Final Part (3/3)

[jupitereleven]

this two give the SAME VIBES, you can’t tell me otherwise.

[zxvmp]

Inspired by this post

“You still mad at me?”

tags: smut, rough seggs, dirty talk, choking, modern au for some characters

🥺.

He was drilling into you, giving you no time to think or breathe. You clawed at his back as you moaned out his name like a prayer.

Your boyfriend had pissed you off earlier; teasing you in front of your friends. You were so embarrassed by him you ended up storming off. He, of course, followed you back home, asking why you were so mad. You told him to just leave you alone, but you knew that’d be impossible for him. He knew how to make it up to you. He always did. And that was by fucking you senseless.

“Babe—Ah!—Fuck.” You gripped his shoulders, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt another orgasm building up. It had to have been your third, no, fourth time cumming.

He chuckled slightly and continued slamming his dick into your warm walls, “You gonna cum again pretty girl?”

You nodded your head frantically.

“Go on, do it.” Your boyfriend groaned in your ear from how tight you were gripping his member, but that didn’t stop him. With a final roll of his hips, you felt the knot in your stomach snap. Your body began to spasm and your eyes began to water from the euphoric feeling.

Ringing began to take over your sound and your vision blurred. After a couple of seconds, you came back to your senses and looked down at the mess the two of you created. Your boyfriend smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead. But he didn’t stop there.

You moaned once you felt him thrust into you again, this time a bit slower. Deeper.

“You feel that baby?” He brought your hand yo rest on your stomach.

His dick created a buldge in your tummy. You could see and feel just how deep he was. “Oh my gosh..” You flutter your eyes shut and try to regain yourself.

He laughed and placed a kiss on your neck, “You still mad at me?”

———————————————————————

Eren, Jean, Armin(he’d lowk do this, he’s such a manipulator), Sasuke, Naruto, Kiba, Sanemi, Uzui, Bakugo, Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero, Gojo, Megumi, Geto, + any of your favs 💜

[attackurheart88]

Your feet hurts

Imagine you've been walking for a while, and your shoes begin to hurt your feet.

Fluff

Multi anime boys

_______________________________________________

You let out small winces as you walked, slowly trailing behind your boyfriend farther and farther. Your feet were sore and with every tap of your shoes against your ankle, the pain got worse and worse.

Stumbling, you fell into strong sturdy arms.

“Your feet hurt? Why didn't you say something earlier?!”

These men would seat you down immediately, then run to the store and buy you new ones. They would feel disappointed in themselves for not noticing earlier and would ask for your forgiveness over and over.

Midoriya, Chrollo, Yuji, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Luffy, Gon, Leorio, Naruto, Light, Mistuba

“I told your dumbass not to wear those.”

These guys lecture you for making such a dumb decision. They make sure to let you suffer from your actions for a while before carrying you on their back. Expect them to complain about how heavy you are or tell you this is the “last time” they'll be doing this.

Bakugo, Illumi, Megumi, Zoro, Sauske, Saiki, Killua, Toji, Aizawa, Tsukihisma, Mello, Gojo

“It looks bruised. Let’s take a break.”

They sit you down somewhere and get something cold to relieve your pain. Once you start feeling better they swap shoes allowing you to finish the day in their sneakers while stumbling in your heels.

Todoroki, All Might, Lawliet, Sanji, Leorio, Franky, Near, Ilda

“I guess that's our cue to leave.”

They take you home after buying some last-minute souvenirs

Kurapika, Giyu, Nanami, Brook, Muichiro, Mic, Shinsou, Hisoka

[kayentokk]

“A lot better, now.”

Just imagine being so stressed after a long day, whether it was work, maybe pressure from expectations, or you’re just completely exhausted. There doesn’t even have to be a reason, you’re just tired and drained.

You barely make it one stiff, tired step into your apartment before he comes around the corner to greet you with a warm kiss and hug. It’s routine for you at this point. Every day you receive the tightest, secure, warm embrace from your favorite person. Arms snugly encircled around your waist, hands giving soothing rubs up and down your back. 

Then after remaining in that moment, for what feels like the best couple seconds of your life, soft, pliant lips place a gentle peck on your forehead. 

Those same arms wrap back around you once more, just for good measure, and cradle you. You’re completely surrounded by the calming scent, body, and essence of him.

This is the best part of your day, the thing that wakes you up in the morning and lets you lay down peacefully that night. You could stay like this forever, you think. 

You’re gently eased out of the hug, hands running up and down the sides of your arms. There’s a deep inhale before he softly inquires,

“How was today?”

“A lot better, now.”

[Kento, Hinata, ushijima, Izuku, Rengoku, Kirishima, Suguru, Katsuki, Kuroo, Bokuto, Tanjiro, your fave]

@/cafekitsune for the divider!

[ryukatters]

don’t go - k. bakugo

a/n: I’m so horny for this man I can’t even think straight. This was supposed to be short and fluffy but now it’s turned into this. I would say sorry but I’m not. (Yes I am alive)

pairing: katsuki bakugo x fem! reader

wc: 1.5k

content/warnings: smut, unprotected morning s*x, begging, overstimulation, bkg is obsessed with you, also completely not proofread

Your boyfriend Katsuki is clingy. Very clingy— in all senses of the word, and you’re convinced that if you open a dictionary right now his name would show up as the very definition of it. Bakugo would live under your skin if he could, or at the very least come up with a way to keep you in his pocket. 

As lovely as your boyfriend is, his innate urge to smother you in affection poses a problem in times like these— early mornings where you have to get up and get ready for work. 

“Katsuki, I need to go to work. Go back to your side of the bed.”

“Just quit,” he murmurs, “I’ll take care of ya.” 

“As appealing as that sounds, no. I need to get up and do my part as a functioning member of society.” Any attempt to leave your shared bed is shut down by Bakugo, his strength easily overpowering yours as he wraps his arms around you and lays on top of you. 

“But you’re my pillow,” he says with a bit of a sigh, pressing his into the crook of your neck, melting further into you. His hot breath tickles your skin, and it’s enough to have your heart pounding along with a familiar warmth in between your legs. Katsuki is observant to a fault, he knows you better than the back of his own hand, and knows just what to do to turn you into putty. 

His hands snake up under your (read: his) shirt, kneading your breasts. You let out a sharp gasp as he tweaks your nipples and sucks a love bite at the junction of your neck. He hums in appreciation as he slowly leaves a trail of wet kisses down your stomach, stopping just as he reaches your underwear. 

He traces your slit, eyes darkening as the fabric begins to dampen with your slick. “So wet for me already, baby.” It’s not a question, it’s a fact that he already knew. Katsuki wastes no time sliding the garment down your legs. He takes a moment to run his hands up and down both your thighs before prying your legs further apart, exposing yourself to him completely. He can feel his mouth water at the sight of you. 

Katsuki can’t help but moan the minute his lips attach themselves to your clit, sucking fervently. “Always taste so good, princess.” 

You take a moment to glance down, which proves to be a mistake. Katsuki’s practically making out with your pussy, and when his eyes meet yours, they’re nothing short of lovesick. His vermillion orbs draw you in, and they’re absolutely magnetizing. You have to close your eyes to stave off your orgasm for a little longer. 

Katsuki can’t help but grind against the edge of the bed to feel some sort of release. He’s so fucking hard. He thinks he’s growing delirious. Katsuki swears he can cum from the taste of your pussy and the sound of your angelic voice filling the room with a sweet symphony. When you let out a particularly breathy call of his name, he has to will himself not to finish in his boxers, which is already usually a difficult enough task on its own, but now it's almost impossible from how impossibly hard he is with morning wood.

You grind against his mouth, hands carding through his hair as your orgasm rapidly approaches. Katsuki is more than eager to be used as a means of getting there. Even as you cum, he continues to fuck your hole with his tongue and lapping up your pussy. It’s only when you begin to push him away does he feel the need to lean back, a loud pop reverberating as he does. 

“You gonna be a good girl and let me take care of ya?”

“Mmm, fuck. Yes, ‘ki.”

“Good girl,” he coos, his lips pressing against yours with fervor. You allow him to deepen the kiss, sucking on his tongue. He moans appreciatively, hips stuttering as he continues to grind against you. The head of his cock bumps against your clit over and over, smearing precum all over your pussy. His tip just barely presses against your fluttering hole, and you can feel your insides ache with anticipation and utter need.

He’s teasing you. You’re overstimulated yet somehow unsatisfied. Your pussy is craving to be stretched out, and Katsuki is making sure he’s doing everything but that. He likes getting you like this— needy, clingy, nearly delirious as you beg for him. He likes to think of it as reparations for how insane you make him feel on the daily. 

You’re not sure how much more you can take. 

“Katsuki, please,” you whine, lifting your hips to grind against his dick, hoping to get what you want, what you need. You look up at Katsuki and for a moment, you think you’ve got him— think that you’d be able to look at him with those doe eyes and get what you want easily, like always. He never could refuse you.

But he merely smirks, and uses one hand to press you back down into the mattress. 

“Tell me what you want, princess. You know I’ll make it good for you.” 

“Want you to fuck me, ‘ki.” 

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you whine sweetly. 

“I’ll give you what you want baby,” he affirms, the timbres of his voice reaching the depths of your soul. He uses both hands to press both of your legs by your shoulders, cock lined at your entrance. I always do, don’t I?

You can’t stop the moan that tumbles out of your lips as he fills you up. Katsuki presses a kiss against your forehead, relishing in the way you tighten around his dick. 

The familiar coil that’s been forming in your tummy is threatening to unravel, if your stuttered moans and breaths are any indication. Katsuki seems to know this too, as he pulls out right before you hit your climax. You whine at the sudden lack of overwhelming pressure, and Katsuki’s quick to silence you with a hard stare. 

His breath ghosts against your lips, vermillion eyes burning into yours with intense, unspoken passion. “What’s wrong, princess?”

You shake your head in the negative. “Wanna cum, Katsuki. Please.” 

He starts thrusting again, slowly and with purpose. His eyes never leave yours. It doesn’t take long for you to be on the brink of an orgasm again. “You want to cum, right baby?” He smiles when he sees you nod. “You can cum,” he says carefully, “but only if you do one thing for me.” 

“I’ll do anything Kats,” you manage to choke out. Katsuki continues to pound into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. You really would do anything, Katsuki’s own desire and utter want for you is so persuasive that you feel compelled to follow. 

“Don’t leave,” he whispers, lips pressing a chaste kiss against yours. “Stay with me, today.” There’s an urgency behind his words despite them being said so softly. 

Fuck it. 

You barely manage to let out a stuttered “yes, ‘ki,” before you reach your peak. The pleasure rolls over you in waves, tears threatening to spill as Katsuki continues to drill into you, chasing his own high. A few particularly rough thrusts punctuated by staggered moans let you know that he’s cumming. 

Katsuki manages to plop right next to you, bed shifting under his weight. You lock eyes as you both try to catch your breaths. He gives you a quick smile before pressing a kiss to your sweaty temple, one arm wrapping around you to pull you against him.

“So…” he starts, his eyes brimming with satisfaction, lips upturned into a smirk. He knows he’s won. “Ready for round 2?”