#dilf bkg

[gfguren]

pro hero!kirishima x reader | angst?, fluff, childhood friends→lovers, best friend!kiri my beloved, 2.8k (apparently??) | cw: cursing, reader wears a dress

-eighteen, and heartbroken, you ghost your best friend. years pass, as do old feelings; coincidence brings you back together again-

They say old habits die hard, your heartbeat rings true.

It's been years—six, at least. Since you've seen Kirishima. And he's still there, in the library of things you've loved, thumbed and beloved, worn at the spine where you once folded the pages, one over the other, carelessly. Always carelessly. As if they'd stay the same through all the wear and tear. You were—careless—after all, eighteen, and foolish, feelings too big for your heart.

But that was okay. It always was, with him. Wherever you wanted to go, whatever you wanted to do. He was happy as long as you were—and so, so good to you; it was childish of you, but you almost wished that he wasn't.

Maybe it was some kind of teenage rebellion that you pushed it too far. Some kind of lashing out, 'getting even', that you kissed other boys, pretended be head over heels in love with anyone, everyone, but Kirishima. Because you did—love him—and not in the way he loved you, you were sure.

Because if he had—really had—he would have hesitated, would have hurt. Wouldn't have vetted your dresses, or wiped the smudge from beneath your eyes. Wouldn't have told you how pretty you looked without really looking at you at all. Wouldn't have drove you to meet other boys, or dried your tears when they made you cry, like all of your other friends did. The kinds you didn't want to kiss. The kinds you imagined a future with, but not with kids and a dog and a white picket fence.

It was obvious for you, came natural as breathing, you'd known him your whole life. Skinned knees, and awkward school dances. Your very first kiss, though it meant nothing at the time. Just kids—curious, and reckless, and definitely not in love. You thought it'd be like that forever, made sense that he'd always be at your side; maybe that's why it hurt the way it did when, suddenly, he just wasn't.

That awkward boy—indecisive and boisterous, good natured and yours—Kirishima. Eijirou. Who earned his first bloody nose at the age of ten, defending your honor over something juvenile and stupid, who walked you home every day after school, hand in yours, always; (for safety, of course), who left half of his belongings on your bedroom floor, in your closet, atop your dresser—hoodies and gadgets and pens, chewed at the cap. That Eijirou—your Eijirou—would always, surely, make his way back to you, right?

But he doesn't.

When summer ends, he leaves—your school, the little town you both grew up in,

—and you.

To do something good, to be something more. And he was. And you were proud of him, so proud, to see him grow and become the hero he always dreamed of being. But maybe that scared you too, because suddenly your Eijirou didn't feel so much like yours anymore.

He's gone with hardly a notice, returns with all the confidence in the world—a completely new person in a matter of months. Red hair and a smile like summertime sunshine; your heart skips, cheeks flush, a name is put to the feelings you've felt for as long as you can remember, for the very first time.

But nothing's changed, not for Eijirou, at least, who still spends his vacations beneath your parents' roof, within the four borders of your bedroom, crisscrossed legs and laughter that sounds just like it always has. But it hits you—when he speaks—how much things have changed for you. The stories he tells, the friends he's made and the things he's experienced. They're his. Just his.

And it shouldn't bother you. That you don't know the name of his homeroom teacher, or what he packed for lunch last week. That he doesn't know about all the evenings you've spent alone, or how you broke into tears when that cute senior boy asked you to the yearly formal, because Eijirou had promised—pinky promised—all those years ago, that he'd be the one to take you.

But that was before he had training, and internships, and hero obligations; things far, far more important than you were, you suppose.

But it shouldn't bother you, right? Shouldn't hurt the way it does when he packs his things from your room at the end of summer. You lose him bit by bit; pens and gadgets, and comic books you bought for him every single birthday, without missing a year. He takes your ("his") very favorite hoodie—red and worn at the cuffs, a tear up the side where you wrestled him to the ground, at age twelve. Some petty fight you don't even remember, and how you didn't speak to him for a week; that felt like a lifetime, then.

You've half a mind to ask for it, know for sure he'd offer it happily, though you're not sure you have that right anymore. You no longer share his life, after all, and he doesn't share yours; it's not until you're older, much older that you realize just how hard he tried to make it work anyway.

The weekly calls and the long drives back home to just see you for a month, a week, a day. How he gets his license, at eighteen. Rushes home from an internship to drive you to the little ice cream parlor at the edge of town.

You're crying, over a boy—though your heart wasn't really in it. How could it be, when it's been checked out since the age of six? When the more years that pass, the more you fall for your very best friend, the stronger his absence becomes, the more bitter your heart grows. You're crying, over a boy—but not the one who stood you up.

You're just, frustrated, that he's oblivious to it all. Still. And so damn nice about it—always. That's he's perfectly content to dry your tears, has the audacity to tell you that guy was an idiot, totally unmanly, that 'any man would be lucky to have you'.

But not Eijirou. Never Eijirou.

And for the first time, you think you hate him. For missing the hearts in your eyes, and growing up just fine, without you. For talking like it's totally fine if you end up with someone that isn't him. And vice versa.

That he reaches for your hand on the way back to his car, like you're still just kids, and it means nothing at all.

—and that you let him; as if it means nothing to you either.

But fuck, it does. Always has. And maybe that's why you justify it, when you disappear after graduation—a new phone and town, and a future that doesn't include Eijirou. Kirishima. The way you're convinced he wanted; he's always been fine without you, after all.

It's petty and it's childish. And it's hard—like turning a page you've been stuck on your entire life—but you do, and the world doesn't end without him, like you thought that it might. You're fine, not even all that sad. Just a little empty for a while.

The years pass easily, as do old feelings and the ache in your chest. You get busy. With work, and hobbies, your dreams and hopes and aspirations. You don't have the time to dwell about what could have been.

At twenty-two, you fall in love, and it doesn't last. But not because there's someone stuck in your heart, like a thorn that just burrows deeper. Life happens, and you pull apart, naturally—like adults do—communication, and mutual agreement; the way you wish you'd been mature enough to handle your feelings all those years ago.

Maybe you'd still have your oldest friend by your side, then.

Somehow summer sneaks up on you, everytime—the third week of June, when you visit your parents in the same little town that's always changing. Streets busier than ever and pavement redone, ice cream parlor on the edge of town gone and replaced with a brick and mortar grocery. It makes it easier, you think, to not be reminded of Kirishima—and the way you left without so much as a goodbye.

You haven't forgotten him, far from it. Somehow you still find yourself in the comic section of the bookstore every October. But at some point, you forget his favorite foods and the way his hand felt in yours. When you see his house across the street, you think of his mother instead, and the way she greets you every time, like you're her second child. Her 'favorite', you used to joke.

It's bittersweet.

Six summers, and you manage to avoid him. Six summers and you come to terms with never seeing him again. Six summers, and he's there, suddenly—beneath your parents' roof, within the four borders of your childhood bedroom. Your heart beats like it might burst.

"Kirishima," you say, choking down your surprise with deep, careful breaths.

He turns to you then; four wooden borders squeezed carefully between two strong hands. The scar above his brow is baby pink, barely there, and he stands a little taller, you think, feels a little broader at the chest, and around his shoulders. You've seen him on tv, of course, in the news, in pictures, occasionally, but it's different���seeing him in person, after so long.

A true proper hero, standing there in your childhood bedroom, holding an old photo you'd all but forgotten about; two kids, faded ink and scuffed glass—hearts in your eyes, if he happened to look closer.

"Hi." His voice is a little deeper, smile a little softer when your eyes meet.

"Hi."

You feel a little helpless, truth be told. You'd spent so long avoiding him, so many years forgetting the casual conversation you'd once carried. You never considered what to say, if you were to meet again, never thought that you might. But here you are, after all this time.

You want to tell him you're proud, you think. The way you couldn't bring yourself to all those years ago. Want to tell him that you're sorry, for more reasons than one. Want to tell him he looks good, that you got the job he always said you would, that you worried about him, from time to time.

Instead, there's a tentative—"What are you doing here?"—that sticks in your throat.

As if it matters.

"Ran into your parents at the grocery," he answers, casually, "they asked me to stay for dinner."

And yet.

He sets the picture face up—where it once lied face down, forgotten in the eaves of your bookcase.

He's here; in your bedroom. Looking through your things, like he missed you.

You wring your hands together. Return the feelings you start to reach for, instinctively. A little book in the library of things you're predisposed to, catalogued under: Getting Ahead of Yourself.

"Are you?" the words are eager, the pages fall loose. You catch them, before he does. "Staying for dinner?"

It takes all of three steps, (you think it might have been five, once), for him to make his way from the bookcase to your bed. It creaks woefully when he sits, "Would that be okay with you?"

"Yeah," your voice nearly betrays you, "yeah, it would."

His shoulders unwind, chest falls. He breathes—easy. And then he laughs, boyish and yours.

"What's so funny," you gravitate towards him, naturally, suitcase forgotten at the door. The bed dips at his side and your shoulder playfully bumps his, "huh?"

The corners of his mouth crease at the edges, aged deep just like yours. "When did we become so boring?"

You hum—almost melancholy, picking at the splotches of red that still stain your comforter. "It's been six years, Kirishima."

"Yeah," he says, a little more pensive, "you look good."

Your heart skips, cheeks flush. Suddenly you're sixteen again, and pawing at the hem of your sundress, searching for his approval from the corner of your eye.

He's not looking at you, but it's different this time; or maybe it's exactly the same, and he's always been this way. Maybe you were just blind to it, sixteen and oblivious to the hand that wrings itself around the back of his neck, the red tinge that burns his ears.

But honestly, probably, you're searching for subtext that doesn't exist. Still, "So do you," the words come easy, "saw you at that award ceremony—on tv, I mean. Couldn't believe that was my Eijirou."

His head dips, eyes shimmer red; sweeter than wild strawberries. "Your Eijirou?"

'Yeah." You feel a bit self conscious, truth be told, though you've said it a hundred times. "Aren't you?"

His smile spreads like a yawn, from the depths of his chest, suddenly there and unshakable. Contagious—what was his, now yours as well. "Always have been."

Your chest tightens, every beat of your heart hammering at your ribcage. You still love him, after all this time. "How long will you stay?"

"Until dinner, at least."

"No, I mean," you sigh, heart spilling to your sleeves, "how long will you be in town?"

"I,-" It's lethargic, the way he blinks, throat bobs, smile falls, slow and pensive and so unlike him, "I moved back a while ago." Surprise washes over your face, rests in your brow, and he answers, before you have the chance to ask, "it's been two summers now."

You're not sure what that feeling is, gnawing at your heart and making you sick to your stomach—

"I'm sure you knew I came to visit," your voice is a murmur, eyes misty and searching for an excuse to meet everything but his, "you could have said 'hi'."

He hums, an almost sigh, "Wasn't sure you wanted me to."

—Guilt, that's what it is. It plummets, and swells, until you can feel it in your throat.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." A warm hand falls over yours, fingers curling—friendly, reassuring. You appreciate it for what it is. "I get it."

You've loved him for so long, known him for even longer, turned every page until the ink began to wear. But for the first time, you think you can see his heart bleeding between the lines.

"You're not doing that, don't you dare blame yourself, Kirishima Eijirou."

"You were lonely, weren't you? After I left for UA," his jaw goes rigid, every bit of shame clenched between his teeth, "should've tried harder to make it work, could've visited more often, could've taken an internship closer to home, could've,"

"—said," you click your tongue, stern as can be, "you're not doing that."

You pinch the corner of his sleeve, rolled red fabric over strong arms; he doesn't flinch at the coaxing, instead he turns to take your shoulders between his hands, "'m sorry."

You wrangle them from you, lying his palms at your lap, squeezed in between your own. "Damnit Ei, you didn't do anything wrong," you know for certain that he would've packed you in his suitcase if he could, would've dragged you along to every course and internship and oh-so-important hero happening, but you had your own life to live—and so did he. "You were following your dreams, who am I to get in the way of that?"

"My best friend, my other half, besides," his shoulders square, chest puffs, all brawn and ego and Eijirou; but his hands tremble unsurely, "I liked you," his wavering voice is still confident, somehow, confession long overdue, "and I'm sure that's not what you wanted to hear from me after so long, but," his hands leave yours to worry his hair, all finely gelled and pushed back, now tousled and falling softly at his forehead, "I didn't want to regret it for another six years."

You feel like you're drowning, pulled under a tide of feelings new and old. Confused, and euphoric, and so, so stupid. He liked you. He liked you and you never had a clue. The irony makes you dizzy.

Your head breaches the surface, and finally you can breathe, deep and burning lungs expanding, expanding, and trembling—a stream of salt and water hits your cheeks and falls past your lips. Eijirou is quick wipe away the tears, a palm at each cheek, wide eyed and worried. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry. Please don't cry, okay?"

You laugh and his expression eases, shoulders falling and fingertips thumbing softly at your skin. "Don't worry, Ei. I'm happy," you sniffle, fingers wrapping 'round his wrists; his pulse stutters at your index and you smile, "I liked you too, a lot," at age six, at eighteen, the year before last, and the year after that, and, and, "I still like you, I think."

His smile blooms, face brightens like sunlight in the peak of summer, warm against the tips of your fingers.

"Can I take you on a date sometime?" he asks, like it's the easiest thing in the world; maybe it always has been.

"Yeah." Your heart beats, a page turns. "I'd like that."

[heartofjasmina]

dilf!Bkg and you, Todoroki's daughter. he's a dirty old man and he knows it, craving your sweet smiles and the way your curvy body fits against his when you hug him goodbye. you call him "uncle Kat" and he curses the way his dick twitches every time you do. all he wants to do is bend you over and put a baby in you. doesn't help that he's started to notice your eyes following him as he hangs out with your dad. it's just wishful thinking right? there's no way you're into an old man like him.

him finding your panties in his pocket when you pull away from a hug is just a coincidence, right?

[ayasuki]

6th Bakugou x Reader FANFIC RECS

some are short but they're good hehe (most of these are suggestive :P)

> • 𝑹𝒆𝒄 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕

" Dream Eater " by justatypicaltrash

dream eater!bakugou x reader

warning: slight angst

bakugo is an eternal living dream eater.

" I Like You, Okay?! " by kikyo-bnha-imagines

bakugou x fem!reader

summary: katsuki struggles to confess to his crush.

" Workshopped Romance " by itsmm4hiii

pro-hero!bakugou x fem!reader

summary: working for a hero costume designer has its perks like; meeting heroes, playing with cool technologies, getting you're name out- y/n didn't  really expect her own boss will try and hook her up with a customer. 

" Blood Moonlit, Must be Counterfeit " by irisintheafterglow

pro-hero!bakugou x reader

warning: swearing ofc cuz it's bakugo, mentions of drinking and alcohol, halloween party, first meeting, emotionally constipated katsuki and reader is kinda oblivious lol

summary: a guy at a party has a really good dynamight costume, and you two get to talking about your favorite heroes.

WARNING | beneath the cut are slightly suggestive to full on smut fics

" no title " by moominsuki

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: ch. 359-362 spoilers kinda. a little suggestive but fluff all around

summary: katsuki hates being off the job. but what he hates more is being treated like glass, especially by you.

" as the years go by " by quitesins

pro-hero!bakugou x fem!reader

warning: suggestive, slight nsfw, friends to lovers, unrequited love ig? virgin!reader, drabble

summary: being friends with bakugou since UA, watching each other change as the years go by, but still having room to learn more, so much more.

" no title " by izvmimi

warning: palace drama au, multiple wives, fem!reader, brief explicit sex.

" One More Time " by yanderenightmare

warning: derogatory dirty talk, spanking, angsty but with a fluffy ending

" no title " by dreamland03

bakugou x reader

warning: mention of sex like once, drinking, mention of trauma, bad self image

" Come Sit " by saturnorbits

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: cock-warming

summary: after a long day, all you need is bakugo.

" Feral " by smiley-babe

wolfhybrid!bakugou x fem!reader

warnings: aged up characters, lowkey monster fucking (hybrid bakugo has wolf ears, a tail, and fangs), knotting, HUGE breeding kink, no specific dynamics, biting, small blood kink (if you squint), marking/ bonding, heat/ rut behavior, panty sniffing, kind of rough sex, oral (f receiving), and fingering

summary: taking in a wolf hybrid already didn’t seem like a good idea, but when spring hits… all hell breaks loose.

" Personal Trainer!BKG " by bakubunny

personal trainer!bakugou x plus size!fem!reader

warning: oral sex (m receiving), rough sex.

" On To Better Things " by savnofilter

prohero!dilf!bakugou x fem!reader

warning: angst, strangers to lovers

sfw | toxic & abusive relationship, toxic baby daddy, mentions postpartum, mental health, arguing, mentions of legal proceedings, counseling, drama, cultural family expectations, love bombing, manipulation, a man being a hypocrite, reader low-key needs a new circle of people around them but that's neither here nor there, reader loves their daughter to pieces </3, reader's daughter is a hand full but we stan!, reader spaces out a lot, "our kids are best friends but we never met before and so happen to be single" trope.

nsfw | fingering, cunnilingus, groping, praise kink, reader has multiple orgasms (2, hinted 4), reader is a bit shy as it's been awhile and feels nervous, vocal queen reader, clothed sex, protected sex, comforting!bakugo, non-established relationship.

" Swipe Right " by ryukatters

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: 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

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.

" no title " by katbakubae

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: language, dom!bakugou, possessiveness, jealousy, (mild) stalking, name calling, spanking, rough oral.

summary: sick of your boyfriends lack of time with you because of his busy schedule, you decided to take some time for yourself. unfortunately, letting that happen was never an option for him.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

C/W ::: Sorta sleepy oral M->F, cum // piss on face, piss play (??) heed the warning, please. And planning // prep for more piss play. Over use of italics as usual. What. I like them, ok?

F!reader married to Dilf!Bkg (in his early 40's), v. established marriage // 7 years, 1 kid at Mitsuki's house for the weekend,

Katsuki wakes up first. The sky is bright as he peeks out of his sleepy eyes. He lays there for a few minutes, just staring at the outline of your curves under the light pink sheet. It's already hot. Probably 85 outside by now despite it being only 8 or so in the morning. He hasn't looked at the clock yet. He can't seem to take his eyes off of you.

You shuffle in your half-asleep state and roll onto your back. He smiles at you when you open your eyes to see if he's still there. But in your heart, you knew he would be.

"Good morning," he whispers to you and moves over to kiss your shoulder up to your neck. It's slow and lazy. The kind of affection that didn't know the rush of everyday necessity.

"Hey, you. What are you still doing here? I thought you'd be long gone by now. You think you'd be getting breakfast after the dessert I gave you last night?" You tuck your chin and giggle as the 2 day growth on his face tickles your bare chest. His hair is wild against your face as you try to push him away.

"Oh my god, you perv! Are you trying to shove my head down to your cunt again? Jesus fuck. I go down on you last night and you think it's all I'm good for? You think you deserve it? You're somethin' else, ya brat." He grabs your hand and holds it above you, against your pillow and scoots over so he's between your legs.

He hooked his arms under your knees and raised them up to your chest, his hands rest on the mattress next to your hips. "Mm, I gotta pee real quick. Lemme up. I'll be right back."

"You weren't even that good at it, ya loser." You spit back. He stopped and looked you dead in the eye, "That's not what you were sayin' last night. You goddamn liar. You wouldn't shut the fuck up, 'Oh Kats, don't stop Kats, holy shit Kats. You're God's gift to women, Ka-'…"

You slapped his flexed bicep, laughing. "I would never say such lies. I would never wish you on anyone. Man or woman. You're terrible. You're a terrible, horrible, filthy person."

You tried, and failed.

"Yeah? Gotta piss, eh. Well, you should've thought about that before you sassed off to me, fuckin' brat. Now, lemme see if you can keep that smart ass mouth of yours shut while I give it to you again." He leaned down and started to lap at your clit. You inhaled sharply, unable to get anything out of your mouth but a desperate whine. "K-Kats, really. I - h- oh fuck, th- fuck that's good. You're stupid good at eatin' pussy. And I promise I'll come back to you after I use the little girls room. Ge-get up, p- pl- … Kats, you're gonna make me cum and it's not gonna stop at that. It's not gonna be pretty."

He wouldn't let up on your clit. And it was so fucking hard for you to make him. It felt so good, very first thing in the morning. His fingers found their way inside of your hot and dripping pussy, sliding in and out easily. He knew just where to hit you and when. He knew exactly what buttons to push. He knew your body almost as well as you did and it was so good.

Katsuki looked up at you, his eyes hooded and his mouth slick with your juices, "You're so fuckin' cute when you whine for me to stop. However … not gonna ... stop. Not until I can feel your cum dripping down my chin and your legs are shaking aroun' my ears."

You laughed and dropped your head back onto your pillow. "I'm warning you. You have been warned, you stubborn shit." Resting your forearm over your eyes and anchoring your other hand in the hair just above his undercut, you gave in to him. And relaxed, while trying not to relax everything too much.

And, so you did. You quit your bitching and relaxed into his mouth on your cunt. It was warm. His tongue running between your folds wasn't much in contrast to how the rest of you felt; it was wet and hot, too. But when he doubled down, sucking on your little bud of nerves and delving his fingers into you, it was nearly more than you could handle. His nose sliding over your clit when his mouth wasn't on it. You could feel yourself quickly approaching that crossroad.

He hummed approvingly when you melted under his touch and raised your hips to match the ebb and flow of his ministrations. He was sloppy, his slurps and soft moans only egged you on more. "What are you so - hohh shit - happy about? Nothing about this is going to end well, Katsuki." He let go of your clit with a pop and told you to quit yer bitchin', let him do what he enjoys doing and does best. "Fine. But you're changing the sheets, shit ass." You laughed at his response to that; He buried his face even further into your hot core and doubled his efforts.

"Hm-mahh, Kats, nuh-uh, nonono oh fu- holy shit! I'm g- I'm gonna fffuuuccckkk, Katsuki!"

Your cheeks turned rosy pink and you felt the sudden urge to have the fan on. "Kats - hot, I'm h-hot." He grumbled into your cunt, "Fuck, I know y'are. I know, baby. So fuckin' hot. Cum for me, c'mon."

Your body tensed up and your knees snapped shut as your orgasm hit you like a runaway semi. The hot liquid - not much of a surprise to you - caught your husband completely off guard. Despite your many, many warnings, he still didn't anticipate the release of such bodily fluids.

"Hol- … holy fucking shit, babe! Did you … did you just … piss?" He yelled. You had never been so grateful that your kid was at their grandma's house and not there to hear their dad yell at their mom about pissing the bed.

"I-I- YOU!!! I fucking told YOU!! And your dumbass just pushed and pushed and poked and sucked on me. And now? Well now, you have to change and wash the sheets." You looked at him with a smug look on your face that you had not earned but felt like he deserved to be at the receiving end of.

He laid there. Half stunned and fully hard. "Babe. I'm … you … fuck. That was so hot. I mean, I'm sorr-sorta sorry. But fuck. You just came so hard you pissed. I have never made you cum like that." He stood and walked over to where you were standing, dripping onto the hardwood floor. Cupping your pussy and rubbing it with the palm of his hand and fingertips, he leaned down to kiss you. "We're doing that again. I'll get the shit we need. You do whatever you need to do. I'll be back and serving up some drinks after a bit. Be ready for me. I love you, peeps."

"Peeps?" You tilted your head in confusion. "Oh, yeah. 'S my new nickname for ya. You like it?"

Laughing, you tiptoed the rest of the way to the bathroom to clean yourself off. "Whatever floats your boat, baby. Whatever floats your boat."

Taglist ::: @darkstarlight82 @millennialmagicalgirl // @bakubunny (Yes I know. But just in case you somehow missed it and because of the conversation we had about his little kinks the other day ; )) @thenamesmiz (if you only wanted kiri stuff lmk!) @callm3senpaii (are you still out there? Lol) @arlerts-angel

[andypantsx3]

i will simply make bkg a dilf once we adopt our third dog

dog invested loving father ✨

[prettyboykatsuki]

it’s always dilf!kirishima for me. without fail... it be Him

[roobgumball95]

PLS THIS IS GIVING IWAOI 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 I CANT ANYMORE—

[pluviophile-imagines]

out of context convos from the gc as i work on Soup for the Soul

[levworship]

cw: fem!reader, dom!bkg, sub!reader, reader n bakugou are split, degrading, spitting, mating press, breeding,, i think that’s all

wrd count: 483

okay but co-parenting with dilf!bakugou,, having split up due to your conflicting schedules and lifestyles that eventually became too much to tolerate any longer.

him coming to whisk the kids from you every weekend when he finally managed to catch a break, always finding you coming to the door all dolled up in the tightest dresses and makeup that almost helped you to resemble the glow you had back when you two were still young and in love (almost). messing with your fingers as you sputter a quick apology for rushing him and saying that you had some stupid date for the night. seriously. how many more accountant guys did you have to go through before you got your fill?

he hadn’t moved on, of course. if he had time for dating he sure as hell would’ve had time for you before he lost you. but it’s not like you needed to know that. when he finally grabbed the kids and their bags all that was thrown your way was a quick “you’re fine.” and a lingering stare that you could never quite catch.

until one day when he showed up at your front door in search of the kids, only to be answered with a frustrated mess of his ex lover. face soaked with tears and shaky exhales making their way past your plump lips while you tried to keep your composure. explaining through wheezes how you forgot to tell him that the kids were away for some camp, and how you had just been so tired lately. “so fuckin’ frustrated, katsu.” and somehow he knew exactly what you meant.

he knew he should’ve left the second he heard his first name tumble from your pretty mouth. before he could find himself roped back into the exact woman that left him shattered once before. but how could he help himself from stepping into the house to comfort a poor struggling mother?

a minute passed and you were being shoved onto the sofa. another minute and he had you nearly folded in half, pretty silver anklet of yours dangling right beside your ear as he pounded you like he had a point to prove. because he did.

he was so mean too, calloused hands squeezing your tear stained cheeks together and spitting right into your “filthy whore mouth,” making sure to remind you that he was the one who’d done this to you. was the reason that no other cock could satisfy your “greedy little cunt.” katsuki reminded you that you absolutely fuckin’ needed him.

and poor you was just too fucked out to care, nodding along with his degrading words and begging him to fill you up, telling him you want him to make you a mommy again. it was the hardest and most he’d came in ages.

katsuki bakugou ruined you. but more importantly, you were the one to ruin him.

thirsts and requests for haikyuu and bnha are open.

[ihatebnha]

imagine bkg being out of commission for a few months cuz of an injury so u take a few months off to be able to look after him and for once u get to baby him and spend mornings together for the first time and bla bla i wanna say more but i have work in a few minutes 😭😭😭😓😓😓 anyways u get the picture i might say more after work bcuz it is rotting my brain

Legend, you BETTER say more before I end up beating it out of you (/j)... this concept is just... just... literally so God-tier that I'm shaking trying to think about it.

Reminds me a little of my househusband!dilf thing but I don't wanna repeat myself or take away from your words... so like. I'm just crying thinking about it.

Bakugo puts up such a fight at first, you know? The injury must be BAD if it's enough to get him put on bedrest, so he spends the first week at home just being an absolute shit while laying in bed. Grumpy at you, grumpy at the world... kicking around the sheets and fussing whenever you try to bring him food in bed because he can do that shit himself! He can!!!

But then it's like... it gets to the point where he breaks down. Cries on your thigh for a little bit because this has never happened to him before and he's never felt so useless in his life. Not even when he was kidnapped by the League, because even then, at least... at least... AT LEAST it wasn't his fault (he knows this now, after years of being reminded). But this kind of thing is, he claims, and he's just so mad because hero work is his passion that he wonders why this even happened...

ANYWAY he has this terrible meltdown that you have to hold him and wipe his tears and kiss him through but then... he gets better, once everything's all out... and becomes the big ass baby you know he is. Stays in bed like a good boy because he's motivated to get better and FAST...

Even if he also falls in love with staying home with you and transferring all that unused energy to doing domestic things.

Like, I don't wanna go on forever (though I could)... but like, the thing about Bakugo is I can see him having to rush through all of the important events in your life, like all of your holidays and achievements and milestones and maybe even your wedding(?)...

Not that he isn't there with you 100%, just... he gets half the amount of vacation time so things are always shorter than they should be... but now that he's home with you, even if he has a broken leg and arm and a deflated lung... he gets to heal and do it all over again with you :(((

...And that ends up meaning more to him than anything. A-n-y-t-h-i-n-g. Which is why he kicks up hell when he has to go back to work. Cue: dramatic scene of him saying goodbye to you the morning of his first day back... and then cue: him making threats on TV to the Hero Commission about Hero Worker's Rights LMFAOO. He's right tho, tbh. He is.

ANYAEIODkhsefj asdhfljasdflkj asjdkfa... just, I would LOVE and ADORE your thoughts on this. Any thoughts. All thoughts. I would eat this shit like soup. I will never get sick of it. NEVER.

(And I adore you for sending it in in the first place. Thank you SO much, anon!!! I hope work was okay for you. You deserve endless easy shifts for having such a big brain <3)

[earth2rin]

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BNHA

fics/ficlets

shitty tamaki; bakugo katsuki x support!fem reader damn tamaki breaking bakugos stuff…

keep yer heart aflame: bakugo katsuki x fem!reader sweet, tender cowboy bkg

drabbles

fertilizer; bakugo katsuki x fem!reader gardening baku

*so sweet; cowboy!bakugo x fem!reader you are just too damn sweet for bakugo

domestic bliss; bakugo katsuki x fem!reader as stated in the title

*makeout sesh; bakugo katsuki x fem!reader pure brainrot

sick and clingy bakugo; bakugo katsuki x fem!reader as stated in the title

strawberry wine; cowboy!bakugo x fem!reader southern gent baku

my sweetheart; bakugo katsuki x fem!reader lake dayz

esto momento; bakugo katsuki x hispanic!femreader bakugo meeting your giant hispanic family

dilf!bakugo; 1

headcanons

nothin to see here folks!

xtra

nothin to see here folks!

HAIKYUU

fics/ficlets

my safe space; atsumu miya x fem!reader

angst + comfort

puppy love; 1 2 ; atsumu miya x fem!reader, childhood friends to lovers

drabbles

nothin to see here folks!

headcannons

nothin to see here folks!

xtra

nothin to see here folks!

[blushinggray]

navigation 🧭

hello. for anyone new here:

i'm michelle (aka hokshi), she/her, 25+

lover of himbos

simp for tsunderes

appreciator of dilfs

addicted to slow burn

(and slave to kirishima natsuya)

here you'll find my anime-related interests, as well as my spontaneous, low pressure, unbeta'ed drabbles. i mainly write [male character] x fem!reader, and about half the time, it contains mature content. so pls be aware of that and manage your own boundaries. i am very casual about what/how i post here, so i'm putting a lot of trust into you to care take of yourself

most of my writing that i actually put my soul into is on AO3, so if you're looking for slow burning, emotional tension with a sexy ending, you'll likely find smth more fitting over there

but since i've accumulated enough writing on this blog now as well, i figured it was time for a directory, so here ya go:

🔞 — nsfw 💖 — personal fave/rec 

— drabbles —

BNHA

bakugou katsuki:

choking 🔞 baby boy thirsting at the gym bakugou pole dancing 🔞 fantasizing 🔞 moon viewing tsundere dad!baku + art 💖 ph!baku x stand up comedian!reader basketball player!baku 💖 domestic thoughts "come see me"

kirishima eijirou:

pwp 🔞 reverse somno 🔞💖 at the beach with a himbo + song rec 💖 the last to know bunny boy bj 🔞 cum buckets 🔞ish

sero hanta:

pierced/tatted fuckboi!sero change of plans (a fuckboi!sero series) 💖🔞

general:

kink headcanons 🔞ish

JJK

itadori yuji:

pick your poison (yuji/sukuna twins!au) 🔞ish nothing but ass on the brain 🔞 glass slipper type beat

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— fic trivia —

some extra headcanons, rough visuals, or fun facts from some of my fic universes, which can also be found in my #fic trivia tag

HQ

from "Love Unlimited" (hinata x atsumu x reader) - sequel/aftermath headcanons

BNHA

from "Good for Me" (a tattoo artist!bkg x tattoo artist!reader au) - sketch of bkg's tattoos - extra au headcanons

Free!

from "Within the Chaos" (a single dad!natsuya au) - fanart i commissioned of natsuya & yumeko - headcanons of having "the talk" with teenager!yumeko

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— other info —

this is a side blog, so i follow/like from a different account

i mostly write for myself/my own enjoyment, so i don't take requests. but i do enjoy hearing suggestions if you want to share some inspo!

for non-anon asks, i usually answer privately (although sometimes i press a wrong button or tumblr goofs smth and it ends up getting published). but sometimes, if it's smth i wanna share/document on my blog, i will publish/tag it as #ask

i really enjoy meeting/talking to new people tho! so if you ever want to share your love of your faves, talk about writing, recommend me fics/artists, or even just send me memes (related to my fics or otherwise), you are so very welcome to visit my DMs/ask box!

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i have a ko-fi, where if you're feeling generous, you can leave me a tip! i always deeply appreciate it!

you can also purchase a special extra story from a bakugou fic i wrote a while ago, which i'm actually quite proud of

when i'm feeling up to it, i occasionally open up commissions! ranging from 2k~5k words, depending on the price. please message me first about what you'd like before purchasing though! depending on your request, i may or may not be the right person for the job, so i would really appreciate communicating and coming to an agreement beforehand!

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if you made it all the way down to the bottom, thank you so very much for visiting my blog and taking an interest in my writing 💖🌹 i hope you have a great time

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[crybaby-bkg]

I-I wanna just push dilf eren’s hair behind his stupid big ears and pat his soft belly and scratch at the scruff on his cheeks and pick at him for having grays even tho the salt n pepper beard only makes him hotter. wanna watch him cater to his daughter (bc he’s a certified girl dad me thinks) and her friends while they all sit around the kitchen and watch him bake his infamous German chocolate cake with chocolate icing and coconut shavings. want him to grunt and groan every time he gets up from the couch but have zero problems throwing your legs over his shoulder to shut your annoying ass up. I wont him old and stinky and mean.

[diesukitsuki]

Katsuki Bakugou

warning: most fics are fem! reader unless stated otherwise, most aren’t proof read, and some of this stuff is my old works so not everything is top notch..

Series:

¤ Hidden Gem: Part I | Part II | Part III — Fluff, Angst, Pining, on Hiatus :(, GN! reader

You’re one of the quiet and forgettable students in class 1-A that is until you tell Katsuki Bakugou to “Shut the fuck up”.

One Shots:

¤ It Rains, So Then You Drown Me (2.6k) — Fluff, Role Reversal Elements, Mostly Bakugou’s POV, Gn! Reader

New feelings wrap around a shivering Bakugou as you wrap your jacket around him.

¤ Counselor! Reader and Dragon King! Bakugou (1.7k) — (18+), tit slapping, spit, light breeding kink, not full smut,

N/A- bc idk how to describe this fic

¤ Bakugou helps you unwind (1.5k) — (18+) implied malewife! bakugou, cunnilingus, dom! bakugou, not proofread

Bakugou awaits for you at the front door, hoping to treat you after a long day

¤ Whiny sub! Bakugou (1.2k) — (18+), dry humping, gn! reader

Bakugou wants your attention, but you’re not giving it to him

¤ Gigil (1.1k) — (18+), dead dove do not eat, dark content, gore, disembowelment, blood, handjobs, yandere! reader, AFAB! reader

You wanna be with him, around him, and in him.

¤ Sitting on Bakugou’s Lap (1.08k)  — (18+) Sub! Bakugou, nipple play, a bit of humping, cockwarming, gn!reader

Bakugou has such sensitive nipples

Headcanons:

Relationship Headcanons — fluff, fem! reader

Shorts:

¤ Bakugou wonders why you won’t touch him — fluff, insecure bkg, bullet point fic, older works

¤ Bakugou likes it when you hurt him — dark content, implied toxic relationship, implied baby trapping, no smut

¤ A low key relationship w/ Bakugou — fluff, implied relationship, secret relationship, tad bit of insecurity

¤ Katsuki is so pretty when he cries — (18+), sub! bakugou, implied slap to the face, bloody nose, boot pressing on dick, implied dry humping, crying, condescending reader

¤ An After-Argument Shower — implied argument, tad bit of angst, mostly comfort, implied relationship, gn! reader

¤ Calling Bakugou’s pecs, tits — implied relationship, booby touching (on readers part)

¤ Pretending to punch Bakugou (as a joke) — fluff, implied relationship (?), self-indulgent, gn! reader(?)

¤ “I love you.” — Love confession, crying bakugou, implied relationship, fluff

¤ Something’s wrong — cheating (?), angst?, smut, noncon/dubcon, dark content(?), confusing,

¤ Bakugou loves it when you tell stories — fluff, self-indulgent, gn! reader

¤ Bus Ride with Bakugou — fluff, implied relationship, gn! reader

¤ Tit fucking — (18+), dom(?) Bakugou, reader has big tits, bullet point fic

¤ Plush Bakugou vs Bakugou — implied relationship, fluff, a little jealousy but nothing serious tbh, not serious writing, gn(?) reader

¤ Bakugou's first crush — fluff, low key character study, gn! reader

¤ Bakugou spoils you  — (18+), fluff, tad bit of smut, gn(?) reader

¤ There’s something nice about the simple idea of Bakugou knowing where the items of your house are — domestic shit, implied relationship, bakugou’s taller than reader, reader wears jewelry, gn! reader

¤ Burying your nose in bakugou’s stomach — fluffy, implied relationship ship, some innuendos, gn! reader

Minis:

¤ Bakugou's grumpy after you push him away - fluff, implied relationship, gn! reader

¤ Overstimmed Bakugou crying and fucking you - (+18), fem! reader

¤ Watching Bakugou Roast Marshmallows - fluff, implied relationship, gn! reader

¤ Bakugou sleeping anywhere (related to cat-like bkg asks) - fluff, implied relationship, gn! reader

¤ Bakugou is so used to praises from other people — fluff, implied relationship, bakugou being a little insecure, super short, gn! reader

Unfinished Works:

¤ Dilf! Bakugou — (18+) slightly sexual, fem! reader

[insinirate]

Izuku dying in the demon Bkg au and becoming a demon himself, then somehow bkg gets killed (even though he’s already dead) and gets reincarnated as a priest. Demon Izuku goes on a rampage and is eventually attempted to be exorcised by Priest Bakugou himself. In this essay I will-

what is with yall and skipping to dekus death!!! hes got a life to live and wrinkles to grow!!! and ur sleeping on his future demon dilf