#katsuki bakugou/f!reader

[hauntedhokage]

Day 6: Sex Work & Biting

Bakugou/Camgirl!Readerl

word count: 1.2k

warnings: filming, mentions of breeding, role play, THIS IS A SEX WORK POSITIVE SPACE.

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“You’re sure?” you ask, leaning back against the headboard and watching as he adjusts his gauntlets. This wasn’t just him fucking you on camera, that had been done before and multiple times - always being mindful to protect his identify since the number one hero probably shouldn’t be caught fucking his girlfriend on her cam show. This was him putting on his costume, being Dynamight, and fucking you on camera because a superhero role play donation goal had been met. When you’d set the goal up you’d planned on just getting a Uravity costume and asking him to pretend to be a villain you were seducing, but instead he’d met your suggestion with his own - you getting punished by the number one hero. 

“My idea.”

“Yeah but you’re allowed to change your mind. This could have a serious impact on your career if-“

“If it’s figured out then so what? I have a hot girlfriend who uses her beautiful body to make money - and I get to help while also showing off that you’re very much taken. And one day you’ll be my wife.”

“Who says?”

“I do. That’s not a proposal, by the way.” 

You shake your head, but hold your hand out for his mask while sliding out of the bed. You always felt small standing near as, as your neighbor-turned-subscriber-turned boyfriend was tall and bulky and just big. But when he was in his costume Bakugou just felt massive. Thick kevlar and other protective materials, the large gauntlets that made his large arms even thicker, the normally imposing man turned into a godlike figure. 

And you couldn’t wait to have him on top of you in that imposing costume. 

But first, formalities. 

His mask in your hands always felt heavy, it was mostly in your hands before he was leaving you rather abruptly to go stop a villain and you were left mildly concerned for his safety and the status of the situation that he’d be called during what should’ve been time to rest to handle it. But you always flipped it over, fingers carefully caressing the material as you leaned in to press a kiss to the spot that would rest over the bridge of his nose. This time would be no different, even if the villain he was fighting was just you in a skimpy costume made for him to be able to rip apart. The fight wouldn’t be punches and explosions, instead one of sharp teeth and tongues, grabby hands and filthy language that only comes out when you've got him on camera with you. 

“You ready?” Your voice is soft as you slide his mask into place, stealing a kiss as he grins. He takes your mask off to give it the same treatment before putting it back on your face, and you know he’s basking in the way you smile up at him when he does. 

“Let’s get the camera rollin’.”

And as you lie face down on your mattress, Bakugou’s teeth digging into your shoulder to keep himself quiet as he pounds into you from behind, you couldn’t be happier. He was so rough, bordering on feral as his hips met the cushy flesh of your ass. The sound of his pants slapping against the spandex you wore echoing in your ears as the background noise to his pleasured groans and threats to throw you in prison anyway despite your cooperation with his “investigation”. 

“You really think I can let someone like you go free?” He growls, hand in your hair to pull your head back so he could get close to your ear. “Gonna fuck some morals into you, maybe even a baby. Hard to be a villain when you’re having a hero’s baby, right?”

The bite to your jaw that follows has you whining, your cunt clenching around him and bringing a hiss out of the number one hero but he doesn’t falter in his rough pace in the slightest. He just presses his face into your neck and bites down harder, hard enough that you’re sure he’s broken skin but that was a problem for later when you had the ability to maintain a train of thought for longer than three seconds. 

“I’m gonna cum, and I don’t give a shit if you do or don’t,” he warns before shoving your head down into the mattress, his grip on your wrists that he’d been holding behind your back getting tighter as he fucks into you harder and without a care for your own comfort or completion. You feel your insides churn with each thrust, almost as if he was rearranging to ensure there was always a spot for his cock inside you and cement his spot in your life. 

It’s by design that you don’t cum, since a majority of your viewers liked when Bakugou treated you like a fucktoy and you both had agreed that it would fit the scene more if he just chased his own pleasure then got you off once the cameras stopped rolling. It was also by design that you and your boyfriend had abstained from sex for a few days, since Bakugou got a bit rougher when he’d gone without for a while and also had a much more eruptive orgasm because of it. The people wanted a show, and Bakugou Katsuki was quite the showman when you asked him to be - and the way he made himself just a bit more vocal than usual as he released inside you proved just that. He liked the losers hearing just how good you made him feel and loved showing it off - so much so that he leans over to grab the closest camera off of the tripod so he can film himself pulling out, and display your cum filled hole when he spreads your cheeks apart to give a clear view of your pussy - his pussy.

Once the cameras are all shut off, the light in the room dimmed, you hear him remove the gauntlets and gloves before his bare palm is on your back rubbing slow circles. 

“I’m good,” you answer before the question can be asked, turning to look at him to see his small smile. You loved that smile, since it was your smile. Nobody else got that but you (and maybe his mother if they weren’t screaming at each other). “You?”

“Perfect. Even when you’re a supervillain you take good care of me. Shower?”

“Bath then rinse in shower, hero?”

“I’ll get the water running and bring you some water.”

“Thank you, I love you.”

“Love you too, honey.”

When you started dating Bakugou you’d made it clear that you had no intention of quitting your streams or any other business ventures that you’d had running before you met him, and he’d been more than accepting of that. He didn’t want you to change for him, and he could give a fuck about the impact to his career because what mattered most to him was your happiness. Did you think that you’d be making amateur porn with the number one hero on a bi-monthly basis? No; but it was a unique aspect to your relationship that you loved, and appreciation for how confident and secure he was in himself and your relationship that he helped you make the content that you sold. Being wrecked by your boyfriend, to be covered in his bites and bruises left from his hands that would later caress you so gently as he took care of you afterward, was the sweetest balance that you hadn’t expected but definitely cherished. Katsuki Bakugou was yours, and he made sure you knew he was just as in love with you as you were with him. 

[minkoq]

🎐 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

⤷katsuki's gf comes out the shower, but she forgot her towel; fem! reader

🎐— y/n stepping out of the shower, looking around the bathroom gently but no towel insight. any mirror in the bathroom was fogged up, she sighed gently and opened the door.

🎐— as she went to the other bathroom to get a towel she heard the front door unlock, was katsuki home already?

🎐— before she knew, katsuki opened the door and stared at her naked body, y/n's face heated up, she looked around for a way to escape.

🎐— "i.. was just taking a shower.. and i forgot my towel." she explained gently, fumbling over her words as katsuki closed the front door and stepped towards her.

🎐— he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her collarbone gently, his right hand cupping her left breast. "mhh.. like hell you were." he mumbled and pinched her nipple.

🎐— then there she was, both naked on the floor, and y/n getting eaten out. katsuki's hands both kneading her tits while lapping at her cunt, swallowing all the juices.

🎐— the only thing she could do was whine and moan, while his groans shook her core, y/n's hands in his hair.

🎐— she mewled in pleasure, already feeling herself close, her thighs wrapped around his neck. he smiled and sucked on her clit gently, taking one of his hands and shoving two fingers into her pussy.

🎐— this was his favourite thing, coming home after a tiring day and just eating out his girlfriend. she always tasted so heavenly.

🎐— thrusting his fingers into her while licking and sucking on her clit made y/n see stars, her legs trembling and moans getting higher.

🎐— a few minutes later she came on his fingers and tongue with a soft cry, riding out her orgasm as she rubbed her pussy against his face, katsuki enjoying every second of it.

🎐— "such a good girl.." he mumbled out, feeling his dick painfully hard as he pressed it against the cold floor gasping gently, his mouth still on her cunt.

[uravitypng]

𝐢'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

pairing: bakusquad x chubby reader (katsuki bakugo + hanta sero + mina ashido + eijiro kirishima + denki kaminari)

word count: 4.4k words

a/n: definitely haven't been working on this for months <33 this turned out more fluffy than intended for a free use fic asdfghj. basically they all need to be dating!!! none of the bakusquad have any contact with each other... yet... idk i might make a part two where they're not just taking turns but all together with the reader

content warnings: free use, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (f!recieving & m!recieving), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, groping, biting, dumbification, slight breeding mention, somno, wlw, spanking, petnames - mdni (like my whole tumblr)

when becoming friends and roommates with the bakusquad you didn't realise what it would exactly entail. becoming friends with five successful pro heroes while you're a civilian is something you would never expect, not in your wildest dreams, so it's not a surprise to you that your feelings for them grew with each day and after a particular turn of events you let them use you however they wanted. if they want to take out their frustrations of a stressful day by roughly fucking you than you're more than willing to oblige to their request or if they want to tenderly make love to you after an emotional and exhausting day you're more than willing to oblige- you're their toy after all.

they'll use you anywhere and anywhen, it doesn't matter if you're in public or if you're sleeping, you've given them your full consent.

the first time it happened was with katsuki. he was angry and annoyed and you didn't know what to do, you've never truly seen him like this before and you haven't been friends with him as long as the others have been friends with him, you didn't want to make it worse. ideally you would ask the others what you should do but they were all busy working.

you later found out a journalist cornered him after a minor rescuing incident and asked him more intrusive questions than normal and that day it got to him more than normal too. for some reason the press always seems to ask him more personal questions than other heroes you know and you can't figure out why but you have a few ideas: to see his reaction, to get more information about his private life from him because he's one of the more secretive heroes, or to see his 'real' personality wondering if everything they see in public is all just an image.

"i'm sorry katsuki. is there anything i can do to make you feel a bit better?" you ask him and in less then ten seconds he's pinned you against the wall and is biting your bottom lip making you moan, giving him the opportunity to move his tongue into your mouth, intertwining your tongues and muffling any surprised noises that threaten to come out of you. you feel his large callus palms run all over your body as he pushes up your shirt and touches every single part of his skin he can get his hands on, leaving bruises and pretty marks to decorate your equally pretty body.

katsuki shoves his hand underneath your underwear, not bothering to take off your clothes and fingers you until you start screaming his name and your vision begins to go blurry.

"holy shit katsuki. feel's so good." he pumps two of his thick fingers inside of you and his ego soars as he not only feels how wet you are but hears it too as your cunt squelches and you clench around his fingers. he smirks as you come undone on his fingers chanting his name over and over again, your fists gripping onto his shirt tightly.

"this'll make me feel better," he grunts and tries to press his body closer to yours than it already was, your tits now completely pressed against him. "god shitty woman how oblivious can ya be? swear you're useless sometimes. a fucking dumbass." if you were someone else you might have taken offence to him calling you shitty woman or useless especially in the position you're currently in but you're use to him calling you names by now knowing he doesn't mean them negatively, if anything they're affectionate, most of the time he'll call people extras and you're glad he doesn't see you as an extra.

"oblivious?"

katsuki grits his teeth, "shut up," he grunts and you feel his hardened cock against your thigh, he slams his lips against yours again and starts kissing you even more furiously, if you didn't know better you'd say passionately but you don't think he'd ever kiss you passionately.

he sees your eyes glazed over with a daze on your face and smirks. his hand goes behind you to cups the curve of your ass then slaps with the sound echoing against the walls, making you whine. you feel the humidity that's resting on his palms and your whole body tingles imaging him using his quirk (controlled) on you.

"no one else has made ya feel this good have they sweetheart?" he asks gruffly already knowing the answer.

"no, no one else 'suki. no one has ever made me ever feel this good!" you reply honestly, tears starting to fill your waterline.

he knows you're being honest and if anything you're being more forgiving of your previous sexual encounters and talking more favourable about your past sexual partners than they deserve. "fuckin' criminal."

after what happened with katsuki you sat down with your friends and told them that you give them your consent to use you whenever. katsuki looked so much calmer after and his body looked more relaxed, less tension. you couldn't help but think that your other friends would be the same.

you were bashful the whole time while speaking, mumbling and looking away, your whole face felt like it were on fire but you were offering to help them all, you knew how stressful their work is and you wanted to help.

you want them, you wouldn't tell them that part though, neither did you ever have to think hard on your proposal.

all of them loved the idea, why wouldn't they? they're madly in love with you. over time all of them fell in love with you but none of them would ever make a move on you not willing to lose or jeopardise the friendship they have with you nor are they willing to make a move while knowing how the others feel about you either. you're sweet, and kind, and beautiful, and brilliant, and a hundred million more things that make you special in their eyes.

none of them thought they would ever get the chance to be with you in any such way, romantic or sexual, and they were more then content with being your friend, strictly platonic, but now they get to be your friend and they get to sleep with you, they're ecstatic.

hanta likes cockwarming with you, every single chance he gets he pulls you onto his lap and onto his cock without warning and puts on a movie to watch as he watches you squirm and try to keep still but it's so hard keeping still when the longest dick you've ever seen is inside of you and you feel it throbbing.

hanta sees you struggling and grins as you shift around and whimper quietly. you're biting your hand to try to keep silent but it's ineffective. "hush princesa, i'm trying to watch the film." he says teasingly, holding onto your plush waist to keep you from moving and lifts up your top, caressing your soft skin making you get goosebumps from the sensation of his cold rings touching you.

occasionally he'll lazily thrust up into you, making you squeak, he'll chuckle at the noises you make and get off on how needy you are for him. "you look so beautiful sitting on my lap mi amor," your heart flutters and your face heats up whenever he calls you affectionate names in his first language and especially when he calls you my love, "but aren't you suppose to be pleasing me? you seem very needy and demanding for someone who has offered their body to me." you shudder as he speaks, still with his hand caressing your body.

you look at him and pout, causing his grin to widen. "not my fault, you feel really good."

hanta's voice drops lower and becomes husky while he leans closer to you, "yeah?"

you nod your head and try to wrap your arms around him, admittedly unsuccessfully from the position you're currently in as you're facing away from him to 'watch' the movie with him, making hanta chuckle. "yeah," you reply.

hanta smirks as he looks down at you over your shoulder and tenderly strokes your arm, "beg me to move." with no hesitation you beg.

with everyone else they'll take what they want from you and get you to come as many times as they want (if they do want you to cum) without you having to beg but hanta is different, he'll make you cry and beg for him. no matter how horny he is he'll wait for you to become putty in his hands as you cry buried in the crook of his neck, trying to grind against him and wetting his shoulder with your tears, pleading for anything he gives you. he loves seeing you cry for him and plead for his cock.

you're always so pliant for him and he likes to make you even more pliant. as your reward for listening to him he grabs your wide hips and starts to move you up and down, harshly, making the ability to breathe leave your body momentarily at the sudden movement all while cooing at you, albeit condescendingly. "awe does that feel good princesa? you finding it hard to take it all?" he grins as you tip your head back and rests it on his shoulder, your moans getting louder, unable to respond and form a coherent sentence.

you feel like you feel him all the way in throat, a completely impossible thought of course but it's hard to think otherwise with each time he slams you back down and your pelvis meets his it's making you lose every braincell you have with how good you feel and how good he fills you up.

"open up," you compliantly open your mouth still in a daze and hanta spits in your mouth, grinning as he watches you swallow it without any prior audible command to do so already knowing from previous liaisons.

his pace changes, every so often becoming quicker with shallow thrusts than back to a regular pace with deeper thrusts just to tease you and make you light headed, not knowing what to expect next. his groans become more audible and he grips onto you tighter, his blunt nails making a crescent imprint on your hips. "s-shit hanta i can't, too much."

"i thought you were my good girl. you were begging for me only awhile ago." he smirks, starting to get close.

"i am! i am your good girl, promise! just 's a lot."

he chuckles at your obedience, you really are his good girl, made for him- and the others.

but he does wonder if you're that obedient with them as you are with him.

he purposefully slows down his pace and wraps one arm around your supple middle keeping you bouncing and tilts your chin up to look at him with his other hand before placing a gentle chaste kiss on your lips.

mina seizes every opportunity to lay lingering wet kisses down your neck all the way to your chest. you get goosebumps as you feel her breath against your skin and feel the sticky lipgloss left over from her lips.

mina never wears lipstick but she's nearly always seen wearing lipgloss and they're always flavoured ones, enjoying the look of how the sticky remnant remains on your skin after being transferred from her lips and how you seemingly unconsciously swipe your tongue out over your own lips afterwards to taste the flavour that remains.

whenever a man comes onto her apparently not understanding the word 'no' she comes straight to you afterwards so she can feel you up and touch your soft body and curves. you're so much better than anyone else and she's so glad that you let her touch you however and whenever she wants.

beforehand when someone was so persisted that it grossed her out she still would come to see you, you were roommates and very close friends after all. mina would complain about them and you would listen and bash them because how dare they keep being so disrespectful, unable to be take a hint or handle rejection.

the entire time when mina used to talk about them she'd think about how soft your lips looked, how good her hand would look wrapped around your throat and how she wants to go down on you so bad that you pull her hair and more importantly squeeze your thighs together in between her head.

"such a sweet little thing for me," she tells you and kisses your ankle. you whimper and she opens up your thighs wider for now, wanting to get a good look at your pretty pussy. mina flicks her tongue up against your pussy lips making a shiver run down your spine before her tongue enters into your soaking hole, moaning at your taste and your aroma, making her dizzy in the process. you can't help but squeal and shudder at the sensation as her eyes gleam with every new noise you make. she removes her tongue from inside of you, the sweet taste still lingering on her tongue. she flicks her tongue up again, curling two fingers back into you and starts sucking on your clit.

the pleasure builds up inside of you with every curl of her fingers, "that's a good girl, come for me," mina mumbles against your clit and you squeeze your thighs with mina's head between them, not being able to stop yourself as you're about to come again for the third time in an hour.

"oh fuck, min-" the last syllable of mina's name is silenced in an inaudible groan as the coil in your stomach snapped and you unravelled where she helped to ride out your orgasm still between your doughy thighs.

now she gets her wish whenever she wants as she's able to look up to see how your voluptuous body shakes. she gets to feel how soft and warm your thick thighs feel wrapped around her head.

as you calm down from another intense orgasm you move to look at mina, "what about you?" hinting that you desperately want to return the favour.

she can see the neediness in your eyes and giggles. "i can't right now sweet pea, i've got to go to work."

"already?"

mina giggles again, "i'll be back soon babes then we can carry on from where we left off, okay?" she smiles brightly and takes her leave feeling equalling as needy as you but who can blame her when she spent the last hour pleasuring you and feeling your plump body underneath hers and getting you see your gorgeous face scrunched up in pleasure. mina doesn't mind the needy feeling though as the look on your face is worth it as she leaves because she knows when she comes back home you'll make her feel just as good as she made you feel.

eijiro works nights a lot of the time which means typically you get woken up by him. this means most nights you sleep with only a nightie on or a baggy pyjama shirt foregoing underwear or pyjama bottoms so eijiro doesn't have to worry about fiddling with any layers and pulling them down. the only exemptions about the clothes are when it's particularly cold that night.

after work he'll want to feel your soft body squish in between his fingers as he presses down on your malleable skin, groping you wherever he can get his hands on and pumping his girthy cock in his other hand a couple times, wanting to be buried in that sweet cunt that he loves so much so it's no surprise to you to be woken up to his grunts and gentle thrusts.

whenever you do wake up he feels guilty. he knows you need, and like your sleep and he never intended to wake you up so he strokes the sides of your body and softly tells you to go back to bed while kissing your temple.

sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, but no matter the outcome of trying to get you to go back to sleep your body always has the same reaction, mewls and moans leaving your body involuntarily and you becoming more and more wet with each thrust that it's dripping down to your thick thighs.

the times when you don't fall back to sleep you don't move much, very much a pillow princess in those moments but that's what eijiro prefers. he likes looking after you and treating you like the princess you are. he enjoys doing all the work so when you do wake up all you can do is rub your eyes sleepily and moan louder while he tries to shush you because no doubt someone has to be up in a few hours for patrol.

"p-please," you whine but you don't know what you're begging for. eijiro knows though as he pushes the remaining inches of his cock inside of you, you both hiss, and he slowly and deeply starts moving in you. you grab hold of his muscular forearms and whine about the pleasurable stretch.

you turn your head to the side so your neck is bare. he knows what you want more than your tired words can mumble out so he turns your neck further to the side than you did to keep you still and bites down, not hard enough to cause serious pain and break your skin but enough to hurt slightly and cause you to gasp, your mind momentarily going blank and your hips to jerk up.

before you started sleeping with eijiro you didn't know you liked the sensation of getting bitten so much until he bit you to keep himself quiet while at a very lively party. normally he wouldn't mind people hearing how good he makes you feel and vise versa but there was a minority of people at that party who were all trying to make a new hero commission and he didn't want to to draw attention to you or him with those people, knowing what the last commission did. even though you are just a civilian he wants to make sure they stay well away from you but still that wasn't enough to drag you into an empty room and fuck you until you couldn't stand after seeing how beautiful you looked that night.

ever since then biting became involved in your sex life. eijiro knew he liked biting people before you, he enjoys the surprised gasps and how bodies move but with you it's completely different, it's on a whole new level with how plump your body is, it's like heaven. no matter where he bites you there's always some part he can sink his teeth into making your body beautifully buck up uncontrollably. the whole experience and sensation making him groan and the noises you always make in bed are like no over- ethereal, just like the rest of you.

when he hears the slapping sound of your two bodies making contact get louder and louder and sees the creamy ring left over from each thrust he has to hold onto you tighter, gripping hold of your love handles, enough to leave bruises, and looking up at the ceiling not wanting to cum yet. he knows as soon as he looks down at your cute face or perfect body he'll immediately orgasm so to try and make himself last longer he'll look up.

that on top of the quicker pace and him touching your clit, just the way you like it, makes you come. you clench around him and moan words incomprehensibly causing him to come too as he feels you get tighter around him.

"gonna clean you up in a second baby just let me stay inside you for awhile." at this point you're both falling asleep, he wraps his muscular arms around you tighter and manhandles your chubby body so you're laying on top of him, your arm on his chest and your face in his neck, the whole time making sure his dick doesn't accidentally slip out of you. even though you're semi conscious you know that you're going to be sleeping like this all night, both of you are too tired to move, with your last moments of consciousness being your slow blinks that you use to gaze up at eijiro admiring how handsome he is, you like when his hair is down after showering because without it being styled to be spiky you can see his roots coming through, red mixing with his natural black, even now when he's half asleep and ready for bed he looks just as handsome as he does at any fancy hero event he attends. "you feel too good to get up and leave and anyway i've got to plug you full, breed you properly to make sure it sticks." he mumbles against your forehead half asleep, drifting off only a minute or so after.

out of everyone denki is the one to touch you the most, if no one else is kissing you he's taking the opportunity to kiss you and hold you all over. he's the most emotional and vulnerable when it comes to sex too. he feels safe around you, to let his carefree persona down and to be sensitive and vulnerable, just staying fully in the moment with you.

the first time you slept together, you kissed his chest all the way to his hips making his hips buck up. he had wanted you so bad for so long and now he finally had you.

originally, you had stroked his cock for the first time and you heard a string of moans and it immediately turned you on more than you already were. as he got closer to his release he said breathy, "please don't stop, this will probably be the only chance i ever get to touch you." it had shocked you not realising that he felt that way but you didn't stop, doing what you were told, and knowing you were going to talk to him after.

not long after, he came and you threw your arms around him, arms wrapped around his neck and clinging onto him. he was still catching his breath, "do you really think this was a one time thing denki? i told you all before that i want to do this." he blushed and squished your cheeks, a habit he had picked up on doing recently at the time, you swat his hands away and giggle, denki smiles.

denki is also the most possessive which surprised you, if you thought anyone would be possessive your guess would be katsuki but it's really denki. he gets jealous when you spend more time with the others than you do with him and will want your attention. it's even more noticeable when it comes to other people who aren't in the bakusquad.

if you ever smile too cheerfully at someone, laugh too loudly at someone's jokes or if someone flirts with you he gets extremely jealous, you never flirt back though, you have everything you need and sometimes you don't even realise they were flirting in the first place.

at times like that denki is the most vulnerable. as soon as you both get home he's kissing you tenderly and holding you like fragile treasured glass in his arms. most of the time he takes you to the bedroom and lays you on the bed but this time he pushes your head down gently and you fall to you knees carefully. "do you need a cushion babe?"

your heart warms at how considerate he is. you look up at him and shake your head, "i'm okay," you smile up at him and you don't miss the way his cheeks are dusted pink. unzipping his jeans and pulling them down, along with his boxers that already are wet with precum leaking from his cock, you kiss his thigh and stare at his .

denki holds onto your head as you part your lips and open your mouth, taking him in your mouth. you hollow your cheeks and grab a hold of his thighs. he keeps his hips still no matter how much he wants to rut inside your wonderful wet and warm mouth. when his hips do occasionally buck it makes you gag before he corrects himself and pushes back against the wall trying to control himself not to pound up into you, he wants you to control the pace. the moans that he makes as you take him further only spur you on as your pace gets quicker and your nose presses against his lean stomach momentarily before having to leave and gasp for air. denki may not be as thick as eijiro or as long as hanta but he's still big, more than people would assume, he's bigger than average (only if slightly.) denki's arm rests of his head while he takes deep breaths.

"fuck babe that was-" you cut him off as you take him in your mouth again and wrap your lips around him and you hollow your cheeks once again. his moans and groans become more frequent and you can tell that he's about to come.

his grip get's tighter while resting on your head and his groans get deeper. "gonna come, you swallow alright babe." you hum in confirmation, "shit, shit, shit," his eyebrows pinch together and his hot cum sprays in ropes at the back of your throat and you mourn not being able to properly fully taste him. denki lifts you up by your elbows and when you come face-to-face you kiss his cheek, he's not satisfied with that though and he passionately makes out with you not caring that he just came in your mouth and is holding onto your plush waist while grinning against your lips. "bedroom." he whispers in your ear making you shudder at the demanding tone he used, not often does he use it but whenever he does... well it makes your whole body tingle.

[emmyrosee]

[4:56 pm]

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”

Immediately, your eyes bug out at the sound of your husband coming home and bursting through the door. Your hands that had been playing with the teddy bear on the bed stills, and you freeze for a moment.

Your daughter, Kamiko, also now having been surprised at the noise, looks up at you to gauge your reaction and dictate how she should feel, eyes like Katsuki’s blinking up at you. You gnaw your lip as there’s another yell, one of your name, and you’re quick to look at your daughter and hold a finger to your lips to keep her quiet, though giggling softly to ease her. She giggles back, and you shush her softly.

“YOUVE GOT SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!”

Okay. Maybe spending an unspeakable amount on pastries was fair to make him rage. But in your defense, you never get to go into that bakery!

Katsuki knows the absolute fortune you tend to shell out for their pastries, and he tries his damn hardest to keep you out of there. He knows they’re good, but he tells you that ‘that’s not the point.’

So, naturally, when he went to work and you and Kamiko made your way to run errands, the smell of chocolate and cinnamon rolls were just too enticing to ignore. You’d made your way into the quiet bakery and grabbed things that would surely be appreciated by Katsuki.

Apparently, however, he saw the damage on his credit card before your kindness can show.

Whups.

You’re quick to lay down on your side- back facing the door and body curled around Kamiko- still holding a finger to your lips, and when she gives you a nod of understanding, you close your eyes just in time for angry feet to storm down the hallway to your room. You hear the door fly open, and you can feel the crimson eyes of your husband boring into the back of your skull.

“I’m going to absolutely destroy you-“

“Dadda,” your two year old whispers, and you hear her ease out a soft ‘shhhh.’ “Mumma sleepin’.”

“Is she?” He snarls, unconvinced. “And she let you stay awake? Just because?”

“Was sleepin’ too, dadda. Woke me up…”

Where she learned to be such a good liar, you’ll never know.

You hear Katsuki let out an impatient exhale through his nose, clearly weighing his options as your breathing continues its rhythmic pace, mimicking sleep. Kamiko’s tiny hand pats your cheek affectionately. “Dadda, shhhh…”

Katsuki sighs dramatically, and you are surprised to feel the soft peck against your temple, massive, calloused hand smoothing down your back. “We will discuss this later,” he snarls in your ear. “Get some rest, Kami. I’m gonna start dinner, okay?”

“Okay dadda!” She chirps, and when you hear his feet pad away and the door close, your eyes fly open and a smile spreads wide over your face.

“You’re such a little troublemaker!” You growl playfully, taking the little girl into your arms and kissing her all over. She squeals at your affections and gently shoves your face away. “Ohhh just like your mommy! And your uncle Denki! He’s gonna be so-“

“I KNEW YOU WERENT ASLEEP!”

The door slams back open, and a disgruntled Katsuki immediately flies back in, gathering you and Kamiko in each arm. You two shriek, but the smiles on your face absolutely plastered, unbudging from your faces as he manhandles you- Kamiko, with a raspberry on her cheek back onto the bed, and you, over his shoulder mercilessly.

“YOU SPENT ¥13000 IN THAT STUPID BAKERY?! AND YOU GOT OUR DAUGHTER TO LIE TO ME?!” He’s trying as hard as he can to keep the smirk off his face, though you hear it breaking through in his shouts.

Your fists bang against his back, nails digging in, but he’s unrelenting, and you whine out when he makes a fake move to drop you. “I-I wanted coffee cake!” You titter, screwing your eyes shut. “Kami! Help me!”

“Go, dadda!”

“WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON!” You bark in betrayal.

“The winning side,” he snickers, turning on his feet to carry you out of the room. “If you help me punish mumma, I won’t punish you so bad, Kami.”

“Yeah!”

“NO!”

Was it worth having one of the cupcakes getting smushed into your face? Not really (though him kissing you through the frosting was definitely worth something!)

Was it worth the memory you’d only added to the vault as a family?

God, yes.

[shotorozu]

ooo i saw your pick me girl hcs from awhile back and loved them! can i request something similar for ashido/kirishima/kaminari but with the reader encountering a “nice guy” instead? thank you <33

NICE GUYS DO FINISH LAST

characters . . .

ASHIDO MINA, KIRISHIMA EIJIROU, KAMINARI DENKI, BAKUGOU KATSUKI, TODOROKI SHOUTO

notes . . .

a quick one because i was getting overwhelmed with writing this one request for my comeback 🧍‍♀️ (a lil sneak peek: it’s todobakudeku as ex husbands)

female! reader

MINA is actually offended that this guy thinks it’s going to work. like.. calling you short (even if you might not be), trying to compare hand sizes with you, the self deprecating humor— she’s actually going to throw up in her mouth… 🤢 though, she already clocked this guy’s tea iykwim… she has interacted with guys like him before, and she knew from the very beginning what he wanted— especially when he tried to replace her. the wicked witch and the audacity of this bitch…

“she’s not gonna pick you… if you’re really that nice, you’d stop being so sad… 😹”

if the advancements didn’t stop, she’d basically do whatever she could to make sure he knew that your ass was a fruitcake and not interested… even if it was laughable on her end.

“let’s go my scissor sister!!”

“girl??”

EIJIROU is an actual nice guy… he doesn’t need to say it for it to be known, so maybe that why he knew exactly what was going on the moment he heard this guy flap his lips… he was ashamed that this guy actually labelled himself as a “nice guy” because honestly it was even starting to confuse him like… what if he’s the one that’s not nice for thinking this way? he’s literally gaslighting himself at this point 😭

but because EIJIROU’s so nice, he’d actually pull the dude aside, speak to him from one man to another man, and tell him that he doesn’t need to do all of this because you’re just not interested (oh, and y’all are dating!!)

“hey man… i’m telling you this because i thought you’d want to know, but she’s not interested. might never be, so like… quit it, dude.”

but when the dude pretends the conversation never happened, that’s when he starts getting visibly angry… he’ll be more firm when it comes to telling him off, and he’ll get in between y’all. if you wanted to tell him off yourself, then he’d be right behind you with his arms crossed.

DENKI laughs because he thinks this isn’t a serious thing at all like… there’s no way somebody actually acts like this, right? this is all fiction. he quickly realizes that this is in fact NOT fiction, and this dude is dead serious— and this is when DENKI starts to panic. he alternates between laughing (because not even mineta is that ridiculous) and being gobsmacked at this behavior. it has him lowkey paranoid, because he wonders if he has ever acted like that towards anyone, even if he meant well.

similar to kiri, DENKI is the type to pull the guy aside and tell him what’s up. except, he’d do it so casually, the guy would probably think he’s joking. now, DENKI’s scared because the guy was trying to rope him in his shenanigans (even though he’d never resort to such tactics!!)

he’ll try to joke that being a “nice guy” is out of style (except he’s not really joking) and because this guy genuinely freaks him out, he’d just focus on creating distance between you and that dude.

“bro was gooning so hard 😭 that was not sigma 😹”

KATSUKI practically implodes, when he first sees it, but it’s such an expected reaction— the nice guy doesn’t even think twice about it. KATSUKI looks annoyed— pissed off, when this rando goes up to you and pats you on the head with his unwashed hand, but after the nice guy momentarily goes away, KATSUKI turns to you and tells you to ignore it. not because he thinks you can’t deal with the problem, nor that it isn’t worth dealing with appropriately, but because he doesn’t want you to worry about someone like him any longer. there are better things for both of y’all to worry about, and this will no longer be your problem.

KATSUKI doesn’t even give the dude the luxury of a warning, the next time he sees him and they’re ALONE?? he’s approaching him with such speed, it has the guy shaking in his boots. the nice guy literally regrets trying to be all nice to you for ulterior motives, and he makes it known— but KATSUKI doesn’t care anymore.

“i was just being nice! can’t a guy be nice anymore??”

“oh so you wanna die—”

“sheesh, okay! fine! i’ll stop. the bitch doesn’t deserve it anyway…”

“… say what.”

KATSUKI did in fact deal with it, and you never had to think twice about him again (excluding the times you laughed about it to him.)

“ngl i can’t believe he thought that’d work.”

“well he’s a fucking dumbass. focus on stretching.”

SHOUTO is so confused, because he can’t understand why anyone would actually act this way, and for ulterior motives too. he can’t understand lying about who you are to get something— especially if that somebody is you, and especially if someone just wants that attention. it’s one thing to have a crush on you, sure (he gets that because he literally does), but it’s another thing to make you uncomfortable in the process of trying to get with you.

SHOUTO looks puzzled— insulted even, when he sees this guy pat you on the head and call you short. not just because he literally touched you and made you uncomfortable, but also because he could’ve been wrong too 😭

SHOUTO wouldn’t try to hide the fact that he’s trying to get in between of you. he’s literally like a sturdy foundation, unable to be moved— even if the guy tried to push him aside (also… that’s certainly a choice..)

SHOUTO is blunt with it. he will try to correct him on your height— even if he doesn’t need to. nice guy probably already knows that you’re not actually that short, but SHOUTO needs to make things known.

“please get it right. she’s not short.” (he’d say, if you’re not)

“you’re quite wrong, she’s not that short.” (he’d say, if you are)

and he’d just watch the color drain off his face with secret satisfaction, and the room atmosphere would go awkward afterwards (but does he GAF, nope…)

“you didn’t have to annihilate him like that,” you’d tease SHOUTO later, and then sarcastically remark, “i thought he was a nice guy”

“they finish last. at least, according to a saying.”

[sulkingscythe]

bakugou bf! headcannons

a.n: fluff!bakugou

pairing: bakugou x gn!reader

⁂ he for sure was extremely protective of you before you guys were officially together and would always be around you guarding you like a watchdog waiting to kick anyone’s ass who dared to even look at you wrong!! but when you brought this up to him he completely denied it saying that you were the one stalking him.

“i have no idea that your talking about ? did you hit your head ? maybe you have a fever? yep maybe its that haha or maybe its been YOU!! thats been spying on me! ahh i knew it !!!!”

⁂ bakugou is also the type to do small gestures to show his affection!

like buy you your favorite snacks and food when your week has been busy

always covering a desk when you drop your phone under the desk to make sure you don’t hit your head on your way up,

fix your uniform when it’s a mess from waking up late and rushing to class but also scolds you for not getting up on time

"really?? i told you not to pull a allnighter, to binge all of the marvel movies! now look at you, you got detention for not listening to me!!!"

"your just mad i didn't invite you, huh?"

"PFFT AS IF!!! .... yeah i am, but come on!! now i have to watch them alone!"

"i can always rewatch them, and im sorry suki, ill invite you next time now let me make it up to you!! i'll pay for snacks!☆

⁂ extremely loyal!!! this guy does not bat a eye at anyone else !!!, he would also scream to any girls that touch him in away way!!

“ahh!! DONT TOUCH ME YOU DAMN EXTRA, I HAVE A PARTNER!!! NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!!

⁂ he hates it when guys from other classes talk to you especially deku! and would tell to stay away from him saying he’s “bad business” and that all the other guys are not worthly of talking or even being in your presence!

“i dont want you talking to that green broccoli idot! you hear me, he’s just all bad news!!”

“how would you know that!? huh suki? he seems nice”

“i grew up with him remember !?, remember its always the ones that look nice on the outside that are the true villans!”

“uh ok? i mean if it helps you sleep better at night, then ill stop talking to him :b”

“also tell those weak extras from the support course that you won’t be going over there for repairs on your gear anymore. got it, your stronger and better them to be asking for thier help, alright babe? they don’t deserve someone as smart and badass as YOU in their boring dry lives.”

“uhh but how am i supposed to get fast repairs and fix my own gear!!!???”

“ill fix it babe ok?, dont worry about it got it all covered, when you need it fixed just drop it off at my dorm and for payment methods? we could always figure something out. maybe acts of service ;)”

MHA MASTERLIST

divider credits to @cafekitsune check her page and her work !!

[questioningmyexistence432]

'ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ.'

warnings - stalking

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he really didn’t know how you survived without him - he’d think to himself as he watched you fumble with your apartment door keys. watching you drop them to the floor and having to bend down, in that short skirt, to pick them back up. he watched - in a mix of fascination and slight annoyance. he always watched you with some sort of fascination - you were so…delicate and clumsy. how’d wonder how you got as far as you did without his surveillance. 

you hadn’t even questioned a thing - obviously not bothered by the constant pair of eyes on you. or, did you just not notice? that was even more concerning. it went from you just catching his eye to what it was now - him watching you from afar at every chance he got. tailing you as you go about your daily activities. it was a routine for both you and him. 

what really ticked him off? he’d been in your apartment countless times now. hell, he’d even placed a small camera on your bookshelf the last time he was there - with you sound asleep in your cosy-looking bed. he’d laid himself down on it a few times while you had been grocery shopping - taking in the comforting scent. even going so far as to bury his face in your pillow. 

he knew you would be his the first time he saw you. so what if he didn’t go about it conventionally. that didn’t matter to him and he would make sure it didn’t matter to you. it might be rough to start out but he knew you. knew more about you than anyone else did. he’d have you and you were going to be thrilled with that decision. 

so, as he continued to watch you. finally, you managed to open your apartment door. ‘now or never.’ - you’d be happy in your new home and you’d better be ecstatic at your new companion. after all, he went through so much to finally take you home - he expected some gratefulness from you.

[kaidabakugou]

Bakugou really makes my size kink go wild, he's just so big and strong that even when he's gentle there's no way I could escape his hold. Definitely the type to go "Don't worry honey, i'll make it fit." when you tell him his cock is too big for you.

YESSSS he just makes me go feral everytime i think about how big he is and that dialogue just 😮‍💨 drives me insane

imagine the back shots with him, just slowly working his cock in and stretching you out until you’re walls get accustomed to his size so he can start ramming into you

large hand pressing against your lower spine as you arch your back deeper for him, stretching your arms in front of you and spreading your legs wider to display your dripping cunt to him

dragging the tip of his cock from your clit and through your messy folds, teasing your entrance before trailing up to your tight rim as he rubs the length of his cock between your ass cheeks

“you ready for me, baby?”, he teases while aligning himself with you

“mhm”, you moan back to him whilst pulling your bottom lip between your teeth in anticipation

pushing the tip of his cock inside your pussy, slowly thrusting into you as he works his cock deeper and deeper each time, feeling your walls clench around him the more he stretches your insides

“that’s it, let me in”, he whispers while his hand rests above your ass, teasing your tight rim with his thumb

“a-ah kats, it’s too big”, you whine while fisting the sheets in front of you. slowly rocking your hips back into him as he continues to stretch out your quivering cunt

“i know, but you can take it, can’t you?”, he teases while leaning down to whisper in your ear. a shiver running down your spine at the mixture of his words combined with the weight of his bulking presence mounting over you and the sheer size of his cock buried almost completely inside of you

you can only respond with a moan as you look over your shoulder to meet his gaze, placing a quick kiss against your lips and another on your shoulder before leaning back. both hands gripping your hips whilst his thrust start to pick up pace

heavy balls slapping against your swollen clit whilst the force from his cock pummeling into your cunt makes your body jerk as you rock back into him to meet his thrusts. your sensitive nipples rubbing against the sheets below you adding more stimulation as you start to feel the knot inside your stomach form

not stopping his thrusts even after you cum, only ramming into you from behind quicker as his fingers trails up your spine to tangle with the hairs at the base of your scalp

pulling you back into him as he makes you fuck yourself on his cock, slamming his hips forward to meet yours while your cunt drips all over him

not letting up until he’s satisfied and your insides take the shape of his thick cock

[your-local-simp-writers]

A Little Sunshine and Some Explosions

Word Count: 1692

Warnings: None

Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The vibrant hues of autumn blanketed U.A. Academy as you made your way across campus, the cool breeze dancing around you and rustling the leaves underfoot. The air was rich with the smell of pumpkin spice, and laughter echoed from groups of students sharing their Halloween plans. It felt like everyone was caught up in the spirit of the season, and you couldn’t help but feel that familiar buzz of excitement tingling in your chest.

You approached your dorm, anticipation bubbling inside you as you unlocked the door. The moment you stepped inside, the warmth of the room enveloped you. Katsuki Bakugo was sprawled on your couch, his muscular frame taking up a substantial portion of the seat. His signature scowl was set in place as he scrolled through his phone, completely engrossed. The sight made you smile; it was comforting to see him in a familiar environment, surrounded by your own Halloween decorations—a mishmash of pumpkins, string lights, and cheesy ghost cutouts that you had hung up just a few days ago.

“Hey, idiot,” he grunted, his eyes still glued to the screen as you kicked off your shoes and flopped down beside him.

“Hey, Katsuki! Are you ready for Halloween?” you chirped, unable to keep the excitement from your voice. You could practically feel your smile radiating through the air.

He finally glanced over, eyebrows raised, clearly unimpressed. “We’re just picking out pumpkins, right? This isn’t some Halloween parade.”

“Of course! But I thought we could carve them together afterward, and maybe bake some spooky cookies? It’ll be fun!” You reached for a pumpkin-shaped cookie cutter you’d set on the table, holding it up with pride.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, but you caught the slight twitch of his lips that hinted he was fighting back a smile. “Why would I wanna bake cookies when we could just order takeout? It’s Halloween; I’m not wasting my time on baking when I could be blowing stuff up.”

“Blowing stuff up is not on the agenda, mister!” you said, shaking your head as you leaned closer to him. “It’s about having fun! And you can’t deny that pumpkin cookies are the best.”

“Whatever. You’re a dork,” he shot back, but his tone was lighter than before, the corners of his mouth betraying him again.

You turned your attention to the assortment of pumpkins on the table, looking for the perfect one to carve. “So, I was thinking about our costumes. You’ll be Bowser, right? I can’t wait to be Princess Peach!”

“Peach? Seriously?” He raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely puzzled. “You wanna wear a frilly pink dress? Do you even have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?”

“Yes! It’ll be adorable! And don’t pretend you don’t want to wear the Bowser costume. It’ll be hilarious!” You beamed at him, knowing you could break through his tough exterior if you just kept pushing a little.

He let out an exasperated sigh, but you could see the hint of interest flickering in his eyes. “Yeah, and I’ll look like an idiot.”

“An adorable idiot,” you corrected with a playful nudge. “I have a plan to make it epic!”

Bakugo crossed his arms, still pretending to be uninterested, but you could see the way he leaned in slightly, as if he was genuinely intrigued. “What’s the plan then, oh great costume designer?”

You laughed, moving to your closet and rummaging through your supplies. “Well, since I have curly brown hair, I thought we could dye my hair for the costume! I need to be the real Princess Peach, and that means I need to look the part!”

Bakugo raised an eyebrow, his gaze steady. “You think dyeing your hair is gonna make you look like a princess?”

“Of course! I’m going to bleach it first and then add some cute pink streaks!” You held up the bottles of bleach and dye, your eyes sparkling with excitement. “And you get to help me!”

“Help you?” He scoffed, leaning back against the couch with a dismissive expression. “You think I’m gonna sit around while you turn your hair into a rainbow?”

“Come on! It’ll be fun! Plus, it’s Halloween, and you can’t just say no to your adorable girlfriend,” you said, grinning widely.

“Don’t use that on me,” he grumbled, but there was an unmistakable warmth in his voice that made you feel giddy inside. You knew he was softening, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

With a triumphant smile, you grabbed a chair and placed it in front of your bathroom mirror. “Alright, let’s get started! You can be my dye assistant!”

He begrudgingly stood up, his gruff demeanor still in place, but you caught the slight hint of a smile on his lips as he followed you. “Just don’t get any of this on me,” he warned, crossing his arms again as you set everything up.

“I promise I won’t! Just sit still, and don’t complain too much,” you replied, trying to keep a straight face as you prepared the bleach.

As you began the process, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Bakugo. He was watching intently, and despite his grumpy exterior, you sensed a certain fondness in his gaze. “You know,” you said, trying to fill the silence, “I really appreciate you helping me with this. I know it’s not your usual thing.”

“Don’t think I’m doing this for you,” he shot back, but his tone was less harsh than usual, and you could see the way he fought back a smile. “I just don’t want you to look like a total idiot.”

You giggled as you applied the bleach, careful to follow the instructions. “You say that, but I know you’re secretly enjoying this. I can tell!”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. “I’ll enjoy it even more if it doesn’t take forever. Just don’t mess it up.”

After a while, the bleach was ready to be rinsed out, and as you moved to wash your hair, you caught his eye in the mirror. “See? It’s not so bad being a little creative. Halloween is all about fun!”

Bakugo just shrugged, trying to act tough. “Fun doesn’t mean looking like a clown.”

“Maybe for you,” you teased, splashing some water playfully toward him. He flinched back, eyebrows furrowing as a drop hit his arm.

“Hey! Watch it, idiot!” he snapped, but you could see the amusement dancing in his eyes.

Once your hair was rinsed and ready for the dye, you held up the pink dye with a triumphant grin. “Now for the best part!”

Bakugo crossed his arms again, watching with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. “Are you sure this is gonna look good? I don’t want to be the one who has to tell you it’s a disaster.”

“Trust me, it’ll look amazing!” You applied the dye carefully, trying to keep your hands steady as you worked. “And it’ll look even better with your Bowser costume.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he replied, but you could tell he was softening, that glimmer of interest growing as he watched you work.

When you finished, you stepped back and admired your handiwork in the mirror, your hair now a lovely shade of pastel pink with soft curls framing your face. You turned to Bakugo, your heart racing. “How does it look?”

He stepped closer, scrutinizing your hair with a serious expression. “It actually looks decent,” he admitted, his voice gruff but with a hint of something warmer beneath it. “Not that I care or anything.”

You laughed, your joy spilling over as you turned back to the mirror, fluffing your hair with your hands. “See? I told you it would be worth it!”

“Now you just need a crown or something,” he muttered, still trying to maintain his grumpy facade but failing as he watched you with a hint of pride in his eyes.

“Right! Let’s find some accessories to complete the look. We need to make sure everyone knows who you’re dressed as!” You grabbed a bag filled with random Halloween decorations and began rummaging through it.

As you searched, Bakugo leaned against the doorframe, watching you with a relaxed posture that you didn’t often see. “You really like this, huh?” he asked, almost contemplative.

“Absolutely! It’s my favorite time of year. Plus, spending time with you makes it even better,” you replied, your sincerity shining through.

He glanced away, but you could see the faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. “Don’t go getting all mushy on me,” he grumbled, but there was no bite in his words.

You found a glittery crown that you’d made a few years back and placed it atop your head, spinning around dramatically. “Ta-da! Princess Peach, at your service!” You giggled, trying to mimic a royal voice.

Bakugo couldn’t help but chuckle, his scowl finally breaking. “You look ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously cute!” you shot back, playfully sticking out your tongue. “Now let’s find your Bowser accessories. I’m thinking something fierce!”

You rummaged through the bag until you found a pair of spiky wristbands. “Perfect! These will make you look intimidating!”

Bakugo took them, inspecting them closely before smirking. “I guess they’ll do. Just don’t expect me to act all goofy like you.”

“Aw, come on! Just a little bit of goofy is good for the soul!” you replied, bouncing on your toes with excitement. “How about a scary roar when we show up at the party?”

“Don’t push it,” he warned, but there was an unmistakable spark of mischief in his eyes.

As you moved to adjust the crown in the mirror, you felt a sudden burst of warmth in your heart. You turned to Bakugo, who was staring at you with an intensity that made your stomach flutter. “Thanks for spending time with me today. I know you could be doing anything else.”

He shrugged, a slight smile forming on his lips. “Don’t think it’s because I like you or anything. I just figured I’d make sure you don’t screw this up.”

“Right, right,” you teased, enjoying the banter. “But I’ll take it! Let’s have the best Halloween ever, Bowser and Peach style!”

[hauntedhokage]

Who's Keeping Score?

Bakugou/F!Reader

summary: It wasn’t supposed to go past one night. But it did and he doesn’t have a label for it and he doesn’t know how to feel about having feelings. But he can't get enough of how he feels when he's around you - he doesn't need the words if you seem to feel the same, right? 

word count: 5.1k 

warnings: everyone is in their 20s, not very descriptive sex, drinking, one night stand to fwb to lovers, feelings are hard (and harder for Bakugou), reader gets injured & hospitalized, reader insert but written more from Bakugou’s pov, mentions of roleplay,

{ao3} {ko-fi} {commissions}

A busy bar was ideal after a long day of patrolling, Kirishima having the idea to blow off some steam and relax was more than just a good idea to Bakugou. Being around so many people wasn’t his favorite, but the company was worth it - even more so with Kirishima pointing out that one of the girls at the bar kept looking over at them. 

“She’s got a friend, think we both can score?”

“I know I can, dunno about you,” the blonde teases, standing from his seat with his drink and making his way through the people to get to the bar. Kirishima called dibs on the girl he caught peeking, leaving Bakugou to the friend, and he’s committed to proving that he still had it despite not being active on the dating scene due to how busy he was. Being a pro hero didn’t leave time for dating, and he wasn’t exactly interested in having someone worrying about him all the time, so it was easier to just not. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t get laid.

“Hey.” The greeting is simple, and catches your attention as you lazily sip at your drink. 

“Hi.” You’re not giggly like your friend is, and you hold his eye contact as you take another drink. “What’s your name?”

“Katsuki.” You give him yours in return, cracking a smile as he leans against the bar. “What’re you drinking?”

“Vodka cranberry, but I’d like some water next.”

You’re clearly surprised when he signals for the bartender and requests two glasses of water, but he could respect someone who wasn’t trying to get too crazy. It was only a Wednesday, after all. “What’s that?”

“Whiskey sour.”

“Manly.”

“Something like that.” He’s not getting the giggles and laughter that Kirishima is getting from your friend, but your calm demeanor is much more his speed for the day he’s had. It’s why he stays, moving into your friend’s seat when she goes to the dance floor with his friend, talking to you until you see your friend leave and then offers to make sure you get home okay. It’s why he agrees when you invite him in, and why he doesn’t hesitate when you kiss him after a few minutes of talking on your couch. 

Your presence was very calming, even when he had you on your back on your couch with his head between your legs. His name leaving your lips in a mantra sounded almost sacred in the middle of your bed, your hands gripping whatever parts of him that you could in the different positions he had you in. He didn’t plan on staying, and had every intention of heading home after getting his fill. But your bed was comfortable and he felt more at ease here than he had in his own home in the last few weeks, so he accepted your offer to stay the night when it’s presented. Waking up with another person was nice, going through the motions of getting dressed and ready for the day (partially, in his case) was a soft feeling that he wasn’t used to. Foreign. 

And you cooked breakfast better than he did, your eggs were fluffy while he always managed to overcook them so they turned out rubbery. You’d put it in a bento box for him since he was on his way out to get ready for work, and told him not to worry about returning the container. He feels better knowing that you had the same expectation that he did, this was just a one night thing and you’d likely never see each other again. 

But he would run back to you in a heartbeat if it meant you’d cook for him again. 

Two weeks later he tells himself that he was just going to be in the neighborhood, so it made sense for him to bring the bento container back to you. It was yours, after all, wasn’t it? He wasn’t looking forward to it, no, but you’d taken the time and effort to pack a meal for him so the least he could do is return the container. 

It was three buildings down, the third floor, number 35. The sun was starting to set, so he figured you’d be home. He’d thought too much about it over the last couple weeks, too much about how it would take about twenty minutes from the train station to get to your apartment. About how he didn’t know how you’d react to seeing him again but hoping you’d at least smile and not be creeped out that he remembered where you lived. All he had to do was knock, hand over the container, then leave. Simple, easy, definitely within his skillset.

And then you open the door, wearing an apron and with a wooden spoon in hand. Not so simple anymore, not when you looked like that. 

“Katsuki?” You have every right to be surprised to see him, he’s just glad you remembered his name. 

“Sorry for just showing up, brought your bento back.” He waves the empty container, and you accept it while inviting him in. You were cooking dinner, but had plenty for two if he wanted to stay. He knows he shouldn’t, you didn’t really know each other outside of first names, but he finds himself leaning against your kitchen counter as you continue cooking. His eyes catch a photo on the wall, what looks like a younger version of you perched on All Might’s shoulder has him cracking a smile. So you liked pro heroes? 

“You’re an All Might fan?”

“What civilian isn’t? If the market wasn’t so over-saturated, I’d probably write about heroes instead of plants and gardening.”

“You’re a journalist?” You hum your confirmation with a nod, and he gives his own as he thinks about it. “And you write about plants?”

“They’re fun! Easy to photograph, don’t talk back, and can’t sue for defamation.” He snorts at that, and your laugh at your own joke makes him feel lighter. “I have my own blog that I run and update regularly, and I contribute to a few different magazines in Japan and internationally.”

“Really?”

“I’m a very talented gardener, Katsuki.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He comments before going to your table when you ask and looking around while he waits for you to come from the kitchen with the food. He wants to help, but he knows as the uninvited guest that he shouldn’t make demands in someone else’s home. 

And as he sits across from you at the small table, he’s stuck on how comfortable he is. He’s content; your cooking was incredible after a long day of patrolling and kicking villain ass, even if he knew very little about you aside from your name, career, address, and how to make you cum multiple times in a night. He does see the various houseplants now, and what looked like more on your patio, so he’s sure that you truly do have a green thumb and partly curious if you had a quirk that helped. But asking about your quirk and if you had one felt like the wrong move for his second time in your space so he keeps the question to himself. He didn’t know why it mattered, he wasn’t planning on seeing you again after this - he was only returning your container and stayed for dinner since it'd be rude to decline. 

Then spent the night again, this time hanging around for breakfast and leaving with your phone number saved in his phone and the lingering feeling of your kiss on his cheek as you requested he be safe on his way home before you went to get ready for your own day. 

“You should come by more often,” you’d said to him that night, gently pushing his hair out of his face as he blushed. He’d say he was just warm from being between your legs for that long, because he didn’t blush even if you’d caught him. “I enjoy your company.”

I enjoy your company.

He thinks about it every time he’s with you. Cooking dinner with you, having sex, grocery shopping, even just when he’s napping on your couch while you work on an article. The surroundings don’t matter, his brain is constantly playing the words over again in his head. You liked having him around, you wanted to be around him. Not for his professional career, he hadn’t said anything about being a pro hero to you, you just liked having Katsuki Bakugou around you - even with the occasional explosive temper outburst that always seemed to startle you. 

Deku had made it sound like you were his girlfriend, only to look very confused when he was told the opposite. There weren’t any labels or anything like that, he was just hanging out with his friend, that’s it. 

“I think it’s more than that, Kacchan, she makes you smile,” Izuku comments as they eat lunch, the top two heroes just doing normal guy stuff in their costumes and waving at the civilians that walk by to ensure their public image stays good. “I’ve never seen you smile over a girl.”

“This one is different.”

“Yeah, obviously.” And the blonde wants to counter, but a call that there was trouble a few blocks away had both heroes springing into action. The conversation about his not-girlfriend was put on hold, as civilians in danger were more pressing than his dating life. And it’s left alone after the event has settled, both heroes tired from the fight and ready to file reports and turn in.

It had been a long afternoon, made longer by the press and the ache in his leg from a weird landing. What started as knee pain flared up to his hip, and he just wanted a hot shower and a nap. It was well after dinnertime, so he wasn’t expecting a hot meal when he crossed the threshold of your apartment using the key you’d given him. You had definitely cooked, but the running shower is much more appealing to him so that is where he heads while trying to disrobe at the same time. He only came close to falling twice, which was something to be proud of with how tired he was and the achiness that spread throughout his body. 

You only greet him with a soft “hello” as he steps into the shower, and he kisses your cheek as you adjust the temperature to be hotter but not so it wouldn’t be too hot for you. He tells you that it was a long day, as if you hadn’t already figured that out when you turned to look at him, and you nod with a small frown as he leans against the shower wall. He feels your fingertips touch near where he’d gotten grazed by a blade and wonders if this was when you found out what he did for work - he was tired enough that he’d probably tell you anything if you asked. 

But instead you only ask if he was okay, or hurt anywhere else, and that’s when he tells you about how his leg was hurting more than the usual aches and that has you nodding before kissing his shoulder while reaching for his body wash. You don’t ask questions aside from how he wants your help, and he’s uncomfortable with how easily he’s letting himself be taken care of. You didn’t sign up for this, and yet here you were carefully balancing on the edge of your tub so you could reach his hair to make sure it got washed properly - only you were using your products and not his, and he’s grateful for the chance to be surrounded by your scent for a while after he left your apartment in the morning. 

“You’re gonna fall one day doing that.”

“Then I’d hope you’d be ready to catch me, since I only do this for you.” The counter has him smiling, his hands settling on your hips as you rinse the conditioner out of his hair to help keep you steady. You only did this for him. “Now hold still before you make me fall.”

And when he drifts off to sleep that night, comfortably made the little spoon with you wrapped around him like a baby chimp, it soaks in for him that maybe you were his girlfriend and neither of you said anything about it. Did it need to be said if you both liked each other like that, had sexual chemistry, and enjoyed spending time together? Were labels worth mentioning if you were risking breaking your neck to make sure his hair got properly washed because he was too tired and achy to do it himself? Did it make sense to ask if he already knew that he felt at home with you? If he knew there’d always be a meal prepared (sometimes in a bento) for him when he showed up at your apartment that he had a key to. He had a key - that said enough, didn’t it?

“You think really loudly,” you mumble into his hair, gently rubbing his arm as he sighs. “We can talk about it if you want?”

“Just trying to figure out how to thank you for putting up with me.”

“You can get some rest, and that’ll be enough.”

It didn’t feel like enough, so he decides that he’ll actually wake up before you to make you breakfast. It still wouldn’t be enough, but it was something he could do to take care of you instead of having you care for him all the time. 

He has the following day off, so he keeps to his plan of making you breakfast. By now he was more than just familiar with how your kitchen was organized so it was easy to navigate to make a simple breakfast - nothing flashy, but it’d be filling. Complete with some freshly made tea and one of those silly little cakes you liked and always bought when you grocery shopped. 

“You never wake up first, you sure you’re doing okay?” Your body clock was more reliable than Deku’s persistence, which was annoying but he’s happy to have you standing behind him as he cooks. It’s very domestic, something he wasn’t sure he’d ever really want but now that he has it he doesn’t want to lose it. “Aren’t days off for, like, sleeping in more or something?”

“Just wanted to do something nice. I can toss it if you don’t want it.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” The mumble into his shoulder makes him chuckle, reaching back to pat your side as he continues cooking. “But seriously, are you doing okay?”

“It’s normal, I’ll live.”

“Stubborn.”

“You love it.”

“Something like that, sure.”

The following morning just feels too peaceful for his taste. He still doesn’t really know why Deku is in the area, or why his friend is insisting on patrolling with him - they both had better things to do. He wants to ask, it’d probably be the twentieth time in the five days that Deku has been in town, but he knows that he’ll just be told that the number one just wanted to visit and help out. Nothing big, nothing to worry about. 

“We should get dinner, Kacchan.”

“I can’t tonight, plans with another friend. But tomorrow should be okay?”

“You can invite them! Your friends are my friends, as far as I’m concerned.” 

Yeah, sure, but could you handle Deku on the first meeting? Would associating him with such a nerd make you want to see him less? Would you think that he was a massive nerd because he was friends with one? That wouldn’t do and couldn’t happen. 

“Oh, is it your girlfriend that Kirishima mentioned?”

“Not my girlfriend, but I can’t let her experience you in full force. Might freak her out.”

“I won’t even mention All Might or other heroes!”

“Have you met yourself?”

“I can do it! I swear!”

“I’m not letting you meet her so drop it, nerd!”

“Someone is robbing that store! You guys have to help!” The civilian’s shout for help has both heroes rushing to where they’d be able to assess the situation better.

There seemed to be one villain who was armed with just a knife, but due to the long coat he wore they had no way of knowing if there were other weapons stashed away. There were also about eight people in the store, all sitting in plain view but with their backs to the windows. His eyes land on a very familiar head of hair, one that has his heart dropping when he realizes that you’re in the middle of the action. You were in danger right now, and you’d only left to go buy a new plant to write about the best propagation technique to use before picking up your watch that was getting fixed. 

“Damnit, babe,” he curses under his breath, eyes leaving you to take in the rest of the scene. Entries and exits, that sort of thing. 

“Is your-”

“Not my girlfriend, but yes she’s in there.”

“Then keep your cool, we can save her, and then you can give me a proper introduction!”

Stupid Deku was right, and he’d beat his ass for it later, but right now they had a villain to stop and civilians to save. He wasn’t introducing you to Deku, though.

Once they moved, it had all happened so fast. His focus would be the villain while Deku worked on protecting the people who were trying to get out. Walls had already been blown out, and it seemed like this villain was trying to make the most damage happen - more for attention than for money, almost as if this was an exhibition of stupidity. There was now plenty of room for the civilians to escape, and he was relieved to see you moving out of the corner of his eye as the villain launched another attack towards the building. The child that was following behind you froze, which wasn’t ideal as the debris from the building started falling, but he could block it in time. The kid would be just fine, nothing to worry about.

But then you move. Throwing your body over the child’s to protect them and putting yourself directly in the path of the debris. He’s able to blow it away, but neither he nor Deku are able to move in time to block the knife that the villain had thrown in all the commotion. 

He’d seen your blood before, with the way you had sex and also haphazardly chopped vegetables it was unavoidable, but to see so much of it - the once pristine white blouse quickly staining red with the new wound - was something he never wanted to see again. 

“Gotcha!” Deku apprehending the villain meant that he could get to you, checking on the child you had rushed to protect as you fell back into his arms. He had to be mindful of the knife still stuck in your side, but it was easy to stand with you in his arms while the child stuck close to him as he carried you from the battlefield. 

“That really hurts,” you mumble, relaxing into his chest as he nods. This wasn’t the first time a civilian had relaxed into him like this, so he wasn’t sure if you did or didn’t know that you were friends with and having sex with the number two hero. 

“You’re gonna be okay, though,” he murmurs, cradling you close as he rushes to the emergency evacuation zone while trying to keep you steady. The wound had to be deep, he’s sure you’d have to go to the hospital, and he didn’t like that. If he’d been faster, this wouldn’t have happened. If you hadn’t moved, you’d be okay. Why did you move? You would have been just fine if you’d listened and evacuated the area like he said. 

Thankfully emergency services had arrived, and he was able to place you on a gurney immediately since you had the worst injuries out of all of the civilians who were involved. Looked to be mostly scratches and bruises, maybe a head injury from a fall, but of course it was his girl who got the brunt of it. That’s just how things went, huh?

“I’ll see you later,” he promises as he leaves you, needing to regroup with Deku and the police so he couldn’t linger at your side like he wants to. He knows you don’t need him, you’re clearly a tough girl, but getting stabbed was a different league and he wanted to make sure you’d be okay. Him getting hurt was one thing, you getting hurt was very different. 

He didn’t think he could get out of there fast enough. All the formalities and paperwork sucked in general, but knowing that you were sitting in a hospital definitely hurt and possibly scared made the minutes feel like hours and it felt like much too long before he was at the hospital. If only he knew what room it is, so he could just walk in and not have to tell anyone that he was here and for who. But he doesn’t know, so he approaches the reception area with a frown that doesn’t bother the receptionist in the slightest and she’s quick to give him the room number so he can be on his way. 

He doesn’t know why he's nervous as he explains who was trying to see and why, doesn’t know why his heart pounds as he walks through the sanitized hallways of the hospital. He knows he’s mad at you for pulling a stunt like that, but did he have a right to be upset? You weren’t his girlfriend, but he did spend a lot of time with you and he did like you a lot. As a friend he could be mad, right? As someone who wanted to take care of you as well as you took care of him, he was allowed to be worried and upset that you’d throw yourself in harm's way like that. That’s how it could work, right?

He doesn’t like how you look in the hospital bed, doesn’t like that you put yourself in that position and that he couldn’t save you in time. You were alive, you would make a full recovery, but that doesn’t make him feel better. You still got hurt and he watched it happen, and couldn't prevent the outcome. What good of a hero was he if he couldn’t protect someone he cared about?

And he sits, removing his gloves and setting them on the bed. He debates taking the mask off, but decides to leave it on for the sake of the passersby who know he’s in the hospital somewhere. He has a feeling you already know, even if he hadn’t outright told you that Katsuki Bakugou was pro hero Dynamight, so it didn’t matter if he did or didn’t take it off. Maybe it was better if he did? 

You weren’t even awake and you were making his life difficult. 

“You think too loud.”

“You always say that.” Your eyes open, blinking a couple times to adjust to the lighting of the room before your head turns to properly look at him. Those eyes scrutinize, confirming the conclusion you’d already drawn about his work, and it’s all he can do to mumble a “Hey” into the space between you. 

“Katsuki,” you whisper, smiling when he nods while leaning back in the chair. He’s not smiling, but that’s not uncommon so he’s not surprised when you don’t seem upset by his lack of positive emotion. “You didn’t have to come, it’s really not that bad. Just a couple deep cuts that my quirk couldn’t heal.”

You were literally stabbed, a bit more than just a deep cut, but he was going to let you live with the delusion that you weren’t injured as badly as you were. You’re trying to make him feel better, and he can appreciate that, but he knows better. He watched it happen.

“Why would you put yourself in danger like that? You’re not a hero, plus Deku and I were there to help.”

“The kid froze and I couldn’t just leave him there. My quirk lets me heal myself, so I figured that I would be able to deal with whatever came.” Your reasoning is surprisingly sound, and he hates that. He can’t be mad at you for wanting to protect someone, especially a child and knowing that you had a quirk that would minimize the damage done to yourself. It was unfortunately smart. “Besides, you were there. I knew it couldn’t end badly.”

A red eyed stare is met with your own quirked brow, and he points to your bandaged arm and side. You aren’t sure you can win this one, he can tell by the way you’re biting your lip as you try to get him to budge, and he knows you’ve backed down when you sigh. But there’s a truth sitting between you, something that neither of you want to say out loud but both know without a doubt: if you hadn’t moved, that kid would have been seriously hurt - or worse - he and Deku were both too far away to pull off a save like that, he knew his own limitations well enough to know that but was too prideful to admit such a thing out loud. 

“I’m sorry for worrying you, Katsuki, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”

“You’re so stupid.” He mumbles, letting you take his hand and following when you try to pull him closer. He feels better sitting with you on the bed, you’re fully within his reach and he’s glad he took the gloves off because he can feel how soft your skin is under his hands. No scratches or other markings from the excitement of the afternoon, just you and that was a relief to him. “But I’m glad you’re okay.”

“All thanks to you. Although I hoped I’d never have to see you at work like that.”

“How long have you known?”

“The first night.” He feels the way his face heats up, hates that you’ve had him figured out for months and he just never realized. How could he call himself a pro if a gardening journalist had him figured out in a couple hours? But you’re smiling at him still, not mad that he thought he could hide this from you, and that has him calming himself down as you reach out with your free hand to poke his forehead.  “Biceps like those are one of a kind, babe. But I figured you just didn’t want to talk about it so I left it alone. I was happy hanging out with Katsuki, not the pro hero, anyways.”

You always found a way to surprise him, even now when you were lying in bed with a stab wound your quirk couldn’t heal. But wait-

“Your quirk is a healing quirk? Not something that helps your gardening?”

“You could’ve asked. Literally at any time, I would have told you.”

“Some people are sensitive about that stuff. I was trying to be respectful.”

“That’s a first, Kacchan.”

“Kacchan?” you ask at the same time he turns to see Deku walk in, the number one hero with a shit eating grin on his face because he knows he wasn’t supposed to meet the not-girlfriend just yet. And to come in wielding a nickname you haven't heard but would definitely be using wasn’t fair. Stupid Deku. 

“We called him that growing up, I never stopped. Anyway, I’m Izuku Midoriya, one of his closest and oldest friends. It’s very nice to meet you, you make him very happy!”

If his friend could just shut the hell up, he’d be feeling a lot better about this meeting occurring so soon. 

You make him very happy. 

The shitty thing is that Deku is right. But it wasn’t something he should’ve said, since Bakugou hadn’t exactly voiced that sentiment to you just yet. Did you know? You knew about his job, he wouldn’t be surprised if you’d picked up on his feelings already. You were so smart, it wouldn’t be a surprising feat if you had. 

You only had to stay overnight for observation. It seemed like your quirk had kicked in on the deeper wounds while you slept and you would be making a full recovery with no anticipated complications. And as he helps you get changed into the clothes he brought from your home he’s grateful that you have him here helping you. You didn’t need him, you knew that, but you wanted him there and that meant the world to him. 

“If getting hurt means I get to meet two top ten heroes in a day, I might jump into harm’s way more often.” Your joke only makes him snort as he carefully pulls your tshirt over your head, and you beam up at him once he’s visible again. “But I didn’t know I was the girlfriend of a pro hero until last night.”

When did Deku say that? Must have been when he was gone to get your clothes and his. Stupid idiot possibly ruined everything. 

“And while we never talked about it, that’s basically what we’re doing and I accept the title with honor. You also make me very happy, Katsuki Bakugou.”

Stupid idiot was actually helpful, damnit. And now he doesn’t know what to do because he didn’t think this would ever happen. Is everything going to change now? Did he have to talk more? Not that talking to you was awful, but feelings weren’t his forte and he didn’t want to say the wrong thing and mess it all up. 

“You’re thinking too hard about it.”

“I just don’t want to mess things up, or have you meet my friends and have them mess things up.”

“Haven’t yet. And if they’re your friends, I think they’ll be okay. You’re kinda picky, after all.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.” There’s a pause as he finally lets the hem of your shirt go, reaching for your jeans that are sitting next to you on the bed and that’s when it clicks for him just what he was doing and why. He was helping you get dressed (when you are very capable of doing this yourself) because he loved you. Damn, feelings were sneaky. And as he stands, pulling your pants up as he does, he can’t help but smile down at you as you smile up at him. 

“We should get dinner.” Your statement comes at the same time that he makes it, your fingers hooking into his belt loops as he buttons your jeans for you. 

“Actually, maybe we should get lunch, Deku wants to get dinner with us tonight.”

“Then we should pick up lunch on our way back to my place. I need to reward my hero properly before dinner.”

“Hero-civilian role play?”

“Whatever you want, but you gotta wear the mask if we do.” 

[amuletx]

dating katsuki bakugou <3

[bakuslove]

OUR LITTLE SECRET

﹒ॱ˖ 🖇️ FEATURING. pro hero!bakugo x f!reader

﹒ॱ˖ ☆ CONTENT. fluff, sfw, established relationship, pro hero!bakugo, fem pronouns are used for reader themes of marriage ahead WC. 1.096

﹒ॱ˖ 💬 SYNOPSIS. privacy's hard to come by nowadays, all thanks to social media. luckily, you and your darling have found a way cheat the system. at least... a little bit.

It’s not easy being the girlfriend of one of the highest ranking pro heroes in the world but you’d gotten used to a majority of the daily inconveniences. 

Paparazzi somehow finding you no matter how many layers you wore to cover your face that day, crazy fans who were just a little too friendly following you from a distance as you made your way to and from the supermarket, the constant, and I do mean constant, private message requests and comments and responses on posts from fans and haters alike on every form of social media you own. It was hard to keep track of, to say the least. 

Sometimes you’d forgo using your phone entirely just to avoid the snarky comments or prying eyes and questions of loyal fans. And that was just from those who wanted to know about you. Bakugo’s fans were far more insatiable.

However, there were moments you two were able to bask in your solitude together. Peace and quiet filled your dining room and Katsuki stood over the stove, keeping an eye on a frying pan filled with vegetables as he seasoned a bit of pork you laid out earlier for dinner.

You sat by his side as you always did, phone in your hand as you snacked on whatever he handed you in the midst of his cooking. Your phone was buzzing with notifications just as always, but you did your best to ignore them as usual. At least, until a certain headline caught your eye. 

You tapped on it, waiting as anticipation caused your knee to bounce. There’s no way they saw it... right? 

Your last trip out with Katsuki had been two nights ago when he had planned an extravagant dinner just for the two of you at that new expensive place that opened up just down the street. It was the best night you two had spent together in a very long time, no thanks to his ever-changing, bustling hero schedule. 

Your eyes widen as the page finally loads and you zoom in on the little detail everyone seemed to be talking about. 

It was blurry to say the least and you had to really be looking for it to make it out, but it definitely difficult to ignore now with the bright red circle photoshopped over your hand. 

Fans had noticed the little silver band conveniently placed on the ring finger of your left hand and seem to have been going insane about its implications since the last time you and Katsuki had been out in public. Which you were sure had to be about... three days ago. 

A groan leaves your lips as you scroll through the comments of fans and haters alike wondering if you and Katsuki were finally planning on tying the knot or if it was all just a coincidence. Either way, many of the comments further down the line seemed to speculate more, pointing out that your boyfriend hadn’t been seen wearing anything on his hand, and while many pointed out that he probably wouldn’t be so careless with an engagement ring while on the job, various pictures of him in casual dress since then proved that he still wasn’t wearing a ring.

Too bad they didn’t spark conversation about the new black chain he frequently sported around his neck. Katsuki was rather proud of it, seeing as it was the newest addition to his daily wardrobe. 

“What’s wrong?” Katsuki calls from the foot of your bed, and you’re blessed with the sight of him fresh from the shower, a fresh towel hanging low on his hips as he drys his hair with a smaller towel that drapes across his broad shoulders. 

How was this man, your man, so breathtakingly beautiful. 

“Nothing, just... the media,” you huff, opting to let your screen grow dark before placing it on the nightstand to your left. 

Bakugo only raises an eyebrow as his eyes trail along your exposed legs, a common indicator you’ve learned to mean he wants you to continue.

“They saw,” you sigh, crossing your arms across your chest as you gauge his reaction. But, instead of him rolling his eyes in annoyance or grumbling about ‘never getting any goddamn privacy these days’, he simply runs the towel over his damp hair one last time before hanging it back onto its rack. As if he’d ever leave even a towel out of place. 

“They were gonna find out anyway, not let’s just make sure we don’t give ‘em any more than they need, yeah?” 

The bed shifts as he crawls onto the sheets next to you, his large hands finding the soft plush of your thighs as he pulls you against him. You’ll never get over just how perfectly you fit against him. The way his arms could so easily wrap you in his embrace, keeping you safe and warm each and every time. 

“Well, at least we don’t have to hide the fact that we’re engaged,” you smile, making a quite note about how all of your fans will probably want to know the details of just how you got engaged.

“That’s why it’s our little secret,” he muses, a smirk morphing onto his soft, pink lips before they meld against your own. 

You hum against him as his hands move to rest on your hips, the rough pads of your thumbs sliding along your sides as he effortlessly clears your mind of everything and everyone else in existence. Just as he always does. 

“Let ‘em wonder, those nosy ass extras,” he breaths once you pull away, and you hum again in agreement, watching as Bakugo finally slips off his black chain over his head- he only ever took it off while sleeping -and you smile giddily as you spot the wedding ring it sports. 

It’s a simple thing, a black band without a lot of shine or sparkle, but it fit him perfectly in your eyes. If there was one thing your fans got right, it's that his ring was a little harder to spot since it usually hid underneath the neck of his t-shirt and hero costume. Bakugo would be damned if he entered the field without your ring somewhere on his body, and with his quirk being so dependent on his hands, it only seemed logical to keep it on a chain around his neck. 

“Sweet dreams, Mr. Bakugo,” you smile as he places a kiss to your temple before pressing his body against yours under the sheets.

“G’night, Mrs. Bakugo.”

If only your fans knew...

[pixeldemonia]

Patrol break ✨

It's nice to get away from the chaos of work to spend a little time with the one you love sometimes ❤️

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Thinking about Kats fucking you off and on all night until the sun comes up just after 7am.

Around 2 am, he rolled over in his sleep and unconsciously (you think) threw his hand over what was supposed to be your waist, but it ended up on your pussy. It was something you were fully aware of and you laid there for a good 30 minutes before you mustered up the audacity to wake him. It was so hard to lie still, though. And you're assuming that if he was aware of where he was resting his hand, he'd have been pressing his cock into your hip. But he was totally still.

You rolled onto your side to face him and you kissed his forehead a couple of times before tangling your arm up under his. "Mmm." You made a little sleepy noise to test the waters on just how asleep he was. It was kind of silly because your eyes were trained on his blank face and it would be apparent that you were awake when he eventually did look at you.

But you had to get his attention.

"Hm? Ehh? Oh, you all right, baby? You have a bad dream?" You shake your head no. Hoping he'd see just how horny you are in the pale light of the moon shining through the sheer curtains. "Well, why'd you wake me uhh ... ohhhh ffff ..." You begin to run your fingertips over the head of his cock.

"Oi! What ... oh god ... damn it, what are you doing, dumbass?" He smiled that crooked, devious smile as he shifts his body closer to yours. Both of you are so warm from being under the covers, right next to each other.

"You wan'ned my cock that bad you had'ta wake me up, huh?"

He rolls onto his back and pulls you on top of his waist. and slips his fingers through your thighs, inching his way to your wet hole. "You're s'wet already. How long you been starin' at me? Take this shit off." He lifts his big t-shirt from your body. "That's more like it. Now," Kats grabs your bare tits and rubs his palms over your nipples. He runs them down your stomach, alternating between there and your curvy waist, letting his hands settle on your thighs, kneading them. "let me make all your dreams come true, puddin'."

Taglist ::: @callm3senpaii @millennialmagicalgirl @darkstarlight82

[sugolara]

𝐋𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬

Feat. yandere! Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

A series

cw: yandere themes, violence, suicidal thoughts, blood, gore, manipulation, stalking, kidnapping, quirkless! au, weapons, murder, angst, mental health, slow updates

˗ˏˋ+ ´ˎ˗ “All I‘ve ever asked was to have your heart, but you refused to even let me in. I destroyed myself, I let you destroy me for you. I was there when you had no one else, I took care of you, did everything for you, ruined my life for you. So the least you can do is let me have my way with you. I’ll jump through loops and loops to just be with you, so please, please let me have your heart.

I love you.

I love you, [̴̵̸̶̶̴̸̸̶̸̶̷̵̴̷̵̸̷̵̵̴̧̧̡̡̧̨̧̡̧̨̨̛̛̛̛͓̣̦͓͓͖̝͔̥͍̭͙̤͇̰̦͖̞̩̩̲̟̞̯͍͍̝̩̭̹̦̳̼̩͕̦̱̪̺̼͓̣̻͕̜̲̬̺̯͇̟̪̟͕͎̦͈̭̪̝̩͈̯̭̱̳̤̫̰͍̝̫͇̠̯̜̞͖̫̿̅̔̏͋̎͂̍̓̏͂̔̀̇͛̂̐̏́̔̀̈́͂̒̿̍̃̀͆͋͗̿̐͛́͊̂̂̈́͛̌͊̂̓̈́̀̓̈́͌͌͂̓́̃̎͐̌̃̄͒̽̎̿͗̄̃͊͑̍͗͛͌̒̆̓͂̅͋̂͛͗̔̌̊̈́̀̓̒̎̽͆̏̂̀̉̆͊̀̈́͘̚̚͘͘̕̕̕͘̕͘͜͜͜͜͝͝͝ͅp̸̵̵̸̸̷̷̸̷̵̵̴̴̵̴̴̷̸̢̧̡̧̧̧̛̛̛̦̣̞͈̥̭͎̣͍̟͓͚̲̝̙̪̹͎̳̬̺̟̹̹̥̦͍̬̙͙̩̰͖̙̫̫͔̦̭̩͉͓͎͍̣͓̦̬̞͕̻̺̩̲̭̣̪̘̬͍̹̣͇̬̹̩̩̙͉̪͕̯͔͔͈̙͔̺̑͋̋̌̎͛̓͌̔̋̑͗͂̈́̽̋̊̅͌͑̂̀͗̈́̌͆͒̇̑̽͒̏́́̒̒̽̋̋̌̏͌̈́͗̀͑̂͐̈́͐̂̓̒̿̃̋̇̊͗̈́̎͋͐̎̾̓͗̐̀̒̆̀͋͒̀͆͐̾́͛͆͗́́̿́̓̆́̎̑̽̊̿̀̽̊͊̚̚̚̚̚͘̚͜͝͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͝͝͝ͅǝ̴̶̵̶̶̶̶̨̨̰̜̱̫̞̟̘̣̙̲̞̞̬͙̲̱͓̘̺̬̦̭̘̠͖͕͂̋̄͒́̒́̐̀͐̀̂͒̂̾̂͌̀͛̂͌̒̎͒̏̏͂̉̈́̿̌̏̋̐̅̍̿̄̋͝͝ͅ��̷̶̵̷̵̷̵̴̢̧̨̣̱̠͇̩̭͇̥̤̬̜͕͖̰̜͉̺̠͕̟̳̭̹̯̣̭͈̯̫͚͙̦͇͒̄̈́́̌̀͒̅̓̅̈́͋̏͂̈́̿̅͌̓̅̑̔̌͐́̀́̐͒̃͑̆͋̔̂̆̕͘̚͜͜͜͜͠͝͝ͅͅʇ̴̷̴̸̷̦̟͙͙̤̤̬̠̻̹̫̹̳̥͈̫̾͐̿̇̄̈́͋̆̑͌̐̚͘͘̚͜ɔ̴̶̴̸̵̵̴̶̴̵̵̸̷̶̢̨̢̢̙̱̬̘̫̣̺͙̰̙͍̻̞̫͈͓̱̺̺̜̫̭̬̜̣̭̦͕̝͔͉̠̳̣̳̠̤̤̜͕̬̱͍͖̻̘̭̯̭̺̪̰̝͖͇̹̺̦͕̦͖̳̘͕̘͓̻̱̃̎̄͒͆̑̋͆͑͆͂̅̄͒͋̓̀̏̊̀̇́̀̾̿̄̂͒̍̌́͊̈́̑̍̂̏̂̽̊͊̾͒̀̅͆̈́͋͆͛̏̑̒̾̌́̿̀́̈́̍̍̏͆̊̈́͋̀̽̂̏́͆̽̀̏̉͋͘͘̕̚͘̚͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅɐ̸̷̷̵̶̸̷̸̶̨̢̡̢̧̛̻̹̥̠̠̦̝̰͔̘̬̳̥̞̥̼̜̥̭̺̦̻̱̹̙̤̟̰͉͙̈́̎̌͒́̈́́̏̀̒̇͊̇̓͗̆̇̋̊̈́́͋͊̌͋̓̾̃͑̐̿̒͆͋̾͆̍͋̊̒̈́͌̓͆̔̎́͂́̚͘͘̚͜͜͝͝͠͠��̶̴̶̸̛͕̯͖̫̂̑̈́̓͆̀͑̇̕͜͝p̴̷̶̷̴̷̶̢̢̧̢̢̡̧̛̛͈̼̪̜̰̥̦͇̤̘͍͕̟̻̥̤̭̥͍̝͖̪̪̠͕̞̼͈͗̀̓̓̐̃́͊̌̔̅͊͛̂̍͋̓̀̃̃̀͛̓̓͊̍̄͛̑̉̓̚͘͜͜͝ͅͅͅǝ̵̷̷̴̴̶̷̶̷̢̺̪͈̥̯̥̘̣͈̘̳̼͉̭̻̜͍̤͚̺̳̯̻̫̺̜̱̥͇̎̑̿͗̽͂̆̆̈́̋͋́͋͑͛͋̌͋̾́̓͌̆̐̾͂̂̊̏̽̕̕̚̚̕͜͝͝͝ɹ̴̵̴̵̸̵̷̶̸̴̷̶̶̷̵̷̷̴̵̧̡̨̧̢̧̛̛̛͕̱͍̣͕̦̻̼̯̹͍̙̥̜̰̱̜͚̺̲͚͖̞̜̲̱̪͖͓̯̳͕̪̹͖̩͔͍̹̙͍̭͉͍̙̭̦̭̼̟͎̬̠̫̣͙̜̥̘̣͖͙̱̦̩͎̟̫̦͕̟̞̼͚̝̰̟̥͎̣̼͈͕̦̠͎̲̫̙̍̓̊̈́̐̃̇̀́̅̉̇̿̄͗͊̈́̎̄̅̿́̆̅͂̊̑͐̎̽̉̒̅͆̇͑̒̍̆̐͆͒̍͌̇̌̒̄͛̇͌̀́̆̊̈́͂̀̏̾͋̈́̀̉̍̌̾̊̈́̌͊͌̀̌̆̇̃̃͐͑̃̆͐͆͊̽̎̅͐̾̎͐̐͂͌̆̂̅͗̆͘̚̕͘̚͜͜͜͠͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅ. ”

D̴̦̟͙̹͈̲̻̆̈́̄̏̆͘ͅȍ̴͇̐͂͘͝ ̸͖͕͖̙̻̗͇́̆̓͊̊̀͝n̷̞̼̪̈́ó̴͙͎̼͓͖̘̦̠̱̿͗̐̌͑͠ͅt̵̜͈̰̝̰̳͓̝̗̋̃̉̏̀͒͘̕ ̵̫̻̦̑̋f̵̻̳̼̽͗̀̓̋̀̏̔͠o̷͔̼͠r̴̬̙͙̖͈̖̼͐͘͜͝ğ̵̩͈͔̉̋̆̂͌́͋͠ȩ̷̯̼̗͈͔͓͌̅̿t̷̻͕̭͖̤̫̑̈́̑̅͌̆́ ̷̡̧̣̮͈̋͒͐́̄͊̕̕ḿ̴̡͔̳͈͙̞̈́͂̿̊͜͝e̵͍̬̥͕̻̼͎̊͆̔.̶͖̗̼̬͖̼̼̞͖́̉̃͋̀̽

ON HOLD [till I figure out the plot]

playlist!

✿ Flesh and Bone - Brendan Benson ✿ Treehouse - Alex G ✿ Special Death - Mirah ✿ Empty Words - Bowery Electric ✿ Your face - Wisp ✿ 4:00 A.M - Taeko Onuki ✿ Me and the Devil - Soap&Skin ✿ You're Gonna Miss Me - Connie Francis ✿ Let Go - Ark Patrol ✿ (You Don’t Know) How Glad I Am - Nancy Wilson ✿ The Devil Within - Digital Daggers ✿ (I Don’t Think We Should) Take It Slow - LSD and the Search for God ✿ Beach Walk - Whitewoods ✿ Never Land [A Fragment] - The Sisters Of Mercy ✿ The Killing Moon - Echo And The Bunnymen ✿ Soulvaki Space Station - Slowdive ✿ Sing - Slowdive ✿ Miranda - Slowdive ✿ Melon Yellow - Slowdive ✿ Nausea - Craft Spells ✿ Various Types of Ads - Rory in early 20s ✿ Here She Comes - Slowdive ✿ Crazy For You - Slowdive ✿ A Quick One Before the Eternal Worm Devours Connecticut - Have A Nice Life ✿ Soundtrack for Your Backseat - sundiver ca ✿ Marigold - Nirvana ✿ Beat - Bowery Electric ✿ Salad Days - Mac DeMarco ✿ Sony - VHS ✿ Full Moon - The Black Ghosts ✿ Floating World - Bowery Electric ✿ Anemone - The Brian Jonestown Massacre ✿ "annihilate the sparrow, that stealer of speed, and our harvest will abound; we will watch our wealth flood in." - Red Sparowes ✿ There Are Some Remedies Worse Than Disease - This Will Destroy You ✿ You Are Here with Me (In This Sequence of Dreams) - Woods of Ypres ✿ A message of avarice rained down and carried us away into false dreams of endless riches. - Red Sparowes ✿ Maniac - John Maus ✿ oh my god - teen suicide ✿ everything is fine - teen suicide ✿ The Equalizer - Clinic ✿ Metal Heart - Cat Power ✿ millions starved and we became skinnier, while our leaders became fatter and fatter. - Red Sparowes ✿ Exquisite Tension - You'll Never Get To Heaven ✿ Audio 002 - Next To Blue ✿ as the light fades - a vow ✿ Tonight You Belong To Me - Patience & Prudence ✿ December Nostalgic - Rasmus H Thomsen ✿ Black Light - Bowery Electric ✿ Alice - Cocteau Twins ✿ Two of Hearts - Stacey Q

table of contents:

Lotus Flower

Yellow Tulip

Belladonna

Single Dahlia

Bells-of-Ireland

A Halloween Special

Begonia

Geranium

Clematis

Hibiscus

A Christmas Special

Holly

Grass

Coriander

Monkshood

A Valentine Special

Ì̶̢̩̬̩̝̱̝̙̺̉̿̋̒͌͝'̶̛̞͕̂̽͐͒̓͋̐̅̚͜l̵̘̙͗̇́̐̎͒̄͘ḻ̷̣́͊̔̀̽̿̚͜ ̸̧̡̜̯̖̠͉̥̰̖͋́̓͘n̸̪̻̤̙̫͙͂͗ḙ̸̺̥̭̏̽͌̎̈́͝͠v̴̧̙͔̮̙̰̲̄͘ê̷͈̓ŗ̸̛͈̜̟̙͚̤͙͉̯͌̔̑̽͠ ̵̜̰̬̹͊͌͂̌͗͋͠f̴̮͇̦͂̃͌̔͌̎̐̚ȯ̶̡͔r̴͔̼̖͐̅͒̑̕͝ġ̵́͌͑̈́̌̄ͅé̶̘͉̠̭͚͌̋̎̊̀̄̚͝͠ṭ̵̻̅̇͑̈́̆̽͊̇ ̸̫̳͎̗͙̅́̒͐̉̏͒͘y̷̪̝̔͛̓̕͠͠o̵̞̱̻̟̹͝ú̸̧̪̘͓̙̪̖̔͜.̶̮̭͓͍̝̗̍

[questioningmyexistence432]

'ʟᴀᴛᴇ.'

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

he’d wait - flip his whole schedule on its axis just to be one of the first few to watch your videos as soon as you posted them. hell, he almost came untouched the one time he was the first person to join your livestream. it was addictive. you were addicted. everything about you was addictive to him. 

he wanted you so badly - wanted to know who you were under that measly mask you wore in your videos - not that it didn’t turn him on. it definitely did. but, he watched your content - knew exactly how your moans sounded when you fucked yourself dumb on whatever new toys you bought with the money he(and others) sent in. watching as you bounced on the new dildo you received- he bought the one closest resembling his cock. your wishlist was truly a magical thing, he had decided. he imagined you riding him like that - throwing his head back with a groan at the mere thought. he made it a competition to send you the most - no one coming close to him in that regard. hearing his name come from your lips while you thanked him for the donation - he clipped that part and played it on repeat. a sure way to send him straight over the edge. 

he’d grumble to himself and get snappy on the one day you had decided to post late - he turned his life upside down for you and now you decide to be late? his lips curled into a snarl as he continued to refresh the page - waiting to see a new video. he thought about all the things he’d do to you if he could only get his hands on you…