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Here is my part to the Thirst Trap collab for Bakugou’s birthday! Please check out all the other fics at the link above💕

Happy Birthday to the King👑

Warnings: 18+, intoxicated Bakugou, dirty talk, sending dirty videos, sexting, m!masturbation, voyuerism, exhibitionism, creampies.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Shindou Yo x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.6k.

Bakugou’s thumb paused against the screen when he saw that particular message in a sea of hopeful replies, a lump tight at the back of his throat as he swallowed thickly in a feeble attempt to clear it.

He’d recognise that profile photo anywhere. Grand’s girlfriend.

Bakugou had spent more than one night fisting his cock to the thought of you, although he’d never admit it. Remembering just how pretty you looked at the hero gala last month in a dress that left very little to the imagination, leaving him bricked up for his acceptance speech as he thought about bending you over in the men’s bathroom stalls.

And part of him thought he might even have a chance with you, if he could get you away from Grand just long enough. Remembering the syrupy scent of your perfume invading his senses when you stood up on tip-toes to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders to give him a hug after he’d received his award; leaving a sticky lipgloss stain against the shell of his ear when you whispered against it how proud you were of him. And he was certain he wouldn’t make it out of the building alive. His boxers now glazed with dry pre and his cock throbbing desperately for any kind of sweet relief.

And now you were messaging him?

Bakugou was quick to click onto your profile, navigating directly towards the direct message option to see he’d already received a slew of them, but they didn’t appear to be from you.

YOU[1:57AM]: Aww you didn’t think that message was actually from her, did you?

Shit, Bakugou grunted as his cock still throbbed pitifully between his thighs, of course Shindou was the one texting from your phone and not you. Certain he could hear Shindou’s condescending tone through text.

YOU[1:58AM]: Oh, you did? You sick fuck hahahahaha.

YOU[1:58AM]: She’d never message you without telling me anyway.

Bakugou growled in irritation as he read through each message. Of course, Shindou texts were just as annoying as the man was in real life.

YOU[1:59AM]: But you should’ve seen how excited she got when you sent that tweet.

YOU[2:00AM]: It made her stupid little crush on you even worse.

Wait, what? Bakugou’s heart pounded at the realisation as he saw the next message. A link to a video that had a pitch black screen to start, his heart hammered against his chest as he clicked onto it.

And there you were spread out in all your naked glory. The sordid fantasies Bakugou had while stroking his cock at night would never compare to the sight of you like this— spread out against tousled sheets as you stared up at the camera through thick lashes.

The perfect point of view, Bakugou thought as he imagined himself above you.

“I guess I should be thanking you for this, Dynamight.” Shindou sneered, reaching out to mould one of your round breasts between slender fingers. Pinching at your taut nipple as a groan rumbled deep in Bakugou’s chest, “Getting my girl all riled up in the middle of the night.”

Bakugou wondered if he’d actually fallen asleep, because this had to be a dream. Reaching down to palm his cock through his damp boxers as crimson eyes roamed your naked skin, trying to commit the sight to memory.

“Lucky I was right here to fix it,” He continued, “That what got you excited huh, sweetheart?”

Shindou’s voice rung out from behind the camera as he fucked into your body with slow, deliberate thrusts. Each precise motion had your tits bouncing, a calculated move from his rival, he thought. Watching the way your lips parted in sultry moans every time he drew back, trying to coax him deeper as your cunt gushed around him.

“Thinking about Dynamight’s hard cock.” And Bakugou’s cock was hard, throbbing with neglect as he wrapped a large fist around himself to curl his wrist. Smearing pre, that was now drooling down his engorged head along the length of him as crimson eyes watched the video.

“He shoulda just text you if he wanted a birthday treat, huh?” Shindou continued, panning the camera down to where your bodies were connected so Bakugou could see the creamy rings of slick around the base of his cock each time he drew his hips back, “You’d have been more than happy to get on your knees for him.”

Bakugou whined pitifully at the thought of you like that, looking up at him all pretty and shit as you wrapped your glossy lips around his cock. His hand tightened around himself as he he pumped himself with calculated measure. Following Shindou’s movements as he fucked into your warm, wet cunt as he tried to replicate the sensation. Positive that nothing would ever feel as good as the real thing—

“Say his name, sweetheart,” Shindou continued, bringing the camera up towards your face, “Come on, it’s his fuckin’ birthday.”

“Katsuki,” The lewd squelch of your cunt aired in the background as Bakugou focused in on the desperate lilt to your voice when you repeated it, “Katsuki.”

Bakugou grunted as he leaned forward, pursing his lips together to spit onto his cock. Smearing the moisture along his length as he imagined it was you sinking down onto his length instead.

“God, you’re such a nasty slut,” Shindou continued, as though he hadn’t been the biggest instigator, “Moaning another guys name while I’m balls deep. Bet you’re thinking about him fuckin’ this sweet, sweet cunt too?”

“Oh my god, fuck—” You mewled, hands reaching up to paw at your tits as Bakugou watched the way your hands dipped into the soft skin.

“Is that it?” Shindou pressed, “You want Dynamight to fuck this sloppy pussy?”

“Yes!” You cried out, cunt clenching around him.

“Oh, shit.” Shindou rasped, the camera angle faltering as he jolted with pleasure. Almost dropping his phone as he readjusted himself above you, the camera now angled lower to show Shindou’s thick cock disappearing inside your tight cunt. A sheen of your slick glistened around the base of him as he kept his languid pace.

“We should invite him round, then?” Shindou continued, “It is his birthday, after all.”

You gasped at the implication, your body reacting to your boyfriend’s words as he smirked down at you. Giving the side of your thigh a playful swat as you moaned in response.

“Yeah? You like the sound of that?” Shindou cooed, “She clenched around me so fucking hard when I said that.”

Bakugou groaned, squeezing his fist around himself in a pitiful attempt to mimic the action. Trying to replicate the grip of your cunt around him as he pictured the pretty faces you’d make for him.

“‘m close,” You panted, biting down on your bottom lip as Bakugou felt his balls tightening at the sight, dangerously close to his own end.

“Yeah? You gonna cum?” Shindou coaxed, his thumb disappearing between your thighs to press taut circles to your puffy clit, “Show Dynamight how pretty you look when you’re cumming all over my cock, sweetheart.”

And fuck, did you look pretty. Bakugou thinks. Your eyes rolling to show their whites as your lashes flutter, lips curled into the prettiest moan he’s ever heard as you begin to convulse. Nails leaving dark lines against your tits as you mould the supple skin, thighs raising in the air to try and clamp down around Shindou’s hips.

“Fuck,” Bakugou snarled between clenched teeth as he sped up his movements, rough and sloppy as he desperately tried to meet your climax. Wanting to tumble into bliss by your side as the camera moved back towards your slick heat, his hips jerking sloppily as he felt himself come undone. Sending streams of milky cum against his hand, thighs and the new sheets he’d put on for his special day. A whole ass mess.

“Bet you would’ve preferred cumming inside this perfect little pussy,” Shindou spoke, as if he knew Bakugou would be touching himself while watching.

Slowly pulling his spent cock out of your trembling hole before moving the phone between your thick thighs so Bakugou could see the gape. A stretch Bakugou wished he’d inflicted on you as he brought his phone closer to his face to try and see the way your walls still fluttered in the aftershocks of your release, his spent cock throbbing when he noticed you begin to push Shindou’s warm spunk out of your abused hole. Watching it drool down between the curve of your ass before Shindou’s thumb came up to collect it; pushing it back inside you as you let out another sinful moan of delight.

“You think Dynamight would fuck you this good, sweetheart?” Shindou coaxed as the pads of his fingers circled your stretched hole.

“Mmm, I think he would,” You mumbled, gasping when Shindou’s palm came down hard on your slit, catching you by surprise.

“Course you’d think that,” Your boyfriend laughed, shaking his head as he leaned down to press a kiss to your pouty lips.

“Maybe you should come and get your birthday head,” Shindou turned the camera around to show his smirking face as he sat shirtless above you, “So you can show her how tiny your cock really is.”

Bakugou shared up at the ceiling with blown out eyes, wondering if he’d sobered up enough to move as his chest still heaved with the intensity of his climax. Taking a deep breath before he moved to stand, grabbing his keys off the bedside table as he shoved his softening cock back into his jeans.

Fuck it, he’ll get an Uber.

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Chapter Four

Mature 

Masterlist

Warnings: A/B/O themes, soulmates, mating, sex, manipulation, power and control.

Oh how can one’s feelings

spin a tale so profound? 

For only true love shall

Determine whether darkness 

Or light shall abound?

You were now queen of an earthland kingdom, you were married to the Dragon King, a mere princess no more

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“Gods for the millionth time, I’m fine! Why are you two so worried about this all of the sudden?!” Bakugou snapped, slouching further in his high backed chair.

It made him angry that he’d had to leave you like he did just to meet with these two old geezers! That combined with their repeat line of questioning had him growing increasingly furious. 

“Now more than ever are your draconian instincts going to need regulating Katsuki, you can’t run the risk of letting them get the better of you, if you get upset and do something irresponsible like shifting accidentally, your wife could be in real danger” Jeanist reminds the soon to be king. It was frustrating for a decorated general like himself having to tip toe around the truth. A surprise shift pales in comparison to what those “in the know” truly feared happening. Both himself and Aizawa had made a promise to Midnight that they would advise Bakugou to the best of their abilities in order to keep tragedy from befalling the Royal family once more. If they fail, then what would remain of the kingdom would forever be condemned to suffer, and surely the young King’s soul would be eternally damned.

“You’re sure she’s your true mate? What does your dragon feel about her? If we’re satisfied with its response then we’ll dismiss you for tonight” Aizawa offers, yawning loudly before focusing on the young monarch. Closing his eyes, it’s easy for Katsuki to call forth his dragon and it needs no prodding to talk about you; “I knew she was mine as soon as I laid eyes on her, her scent puts the most expensive perfumes to shame, I’m growing restless, what importance are these stupid human customs when it comes to claiming my mate? I want to kill anyone that looks at her with lust in their eyes, and crush the skull of anyone harboring perverse thoughts about my goddess, she’s mine and im going to make sure she knows it, 

y/n…my greatest treasure”.

“You harbor no ill will towards the lunarian princess? You do not despise the light that radiates from her pure heart?” Jeanist asks, studying the king’s form for any hint the dragon is thinking of uttering a false hood. “Dragon’s protect their mates, our love knows no bounds, our love is eternal, and unconditional…unlike you human’s” snarls the beast. “That’s good enough for now” Aizawa states, signaling for the king’s consciousness to return.

With a fierce display of teeth Bakugou returns, “There, are you geezers happy now?”.

“For now…but I think we should meet once more the morning of the wedding, and weekly after that” Aizawa says, looking at Jeanist for his approval. “I agree, just as a per caution-“ the finely dressed dressed man adds, only to be cut off by a furious snarl. 

“I’m getting real fucking sick of you two insinuating I’m some loose cannon that would bring harm to my woman!” The irate blonde shouts, banging his sparking fist on the table “Ever since I returned home and told you guys about her you’ve been acting weird, is there something going on that I don’t know about?!”.

Both of the older men give each other a side eye, which only proceeds to agitate the temper-mental man further. 

“For years I’ve respected you both for your knowledge and strength, that’s why you became my trusted advisors in the first place! That aside, I’ll tell you one last thing…” the dragon king gets to his feet, leaning forward on the sturdy oak table “If I find out either one of you has been keeping information from me, are aware of any conspiring, privy to any plot against my marriage or that could possibly bring harm to my wife…I will execute you myself…understand?”.

Crimson irises are alight with fury as they stare down the two men. Neither one of them display any emotion as they reply in unison;“Understood, your majesty”.

“Good, this meeting is fucking adjured…Tell the old hag I’m retiring for the evening” with that, the soon to be king storms out of the room, red cape billowing behind him.

Mate is safe, she’s here where she belongs, that’s all that matters…forget their words, the Thoughts and feelings of humans mean nothing when it comes to the bonding between dragons.

With a heavy sigh, Katsuki can’t help but agree.

The day before the wedding has you bombarded with last minute preparations non stop. You’d stood for nearly two hours as the capital’s best seamstress, accompanied by her assistant, took your measurements and quite literally crafted a dress (made from your ideal choice in fabrics) by magic. Naturally everything happening was seen under Queen Mitsuki’s watchful eye. Which allowed the two of you time to bond, the stories of her time as ruler had you looking at her with stars in your eyes. This woman was not to be trifled with; She was a warrior unlike any other, going as far as to ripping out the heart of an enemy general who had attempted to over throw her rule. You weren’t entirely sure how old she was, since it’s rude to ask (but dragons do live extremely long lives), she looked to be in her late twenties, and her mannerisms were every bit as youthful as her outward appearance.

“My son is lucky that the goddess has granted him such a perfect bride, and myself such a wonderful daughter” the older woman says as she marvels at your appearance in the finished wedding gown.

Examining yourself in every angle from the surrounding mirrors you can’t help but be delighted. You finally felt like you were coming into your own as a future queen, not just the daughter of the moon goddess.

As the day wound to a close you were finally dismissed from wedding preparations! Completely worn out, you couldn’t be happier to finally sit down for dinner. A table had been placed in your room to make things easier for the maids helping you get dressed tomorrow. A small spread of food rests atop it, along with four place settings for yourself and the three individuals you insisted dine with you.

“I don’t understand where Katsuki could have run off to, he’s been gone all day…I didn’t even get to see him off this morning, he left before I woke up” you glumly inform your new friends. Serro and Denki took Kirishima’s place in guarding you, as his majesty had apparently needed the bulky redhead for something. “You most likely won’t see him until the wedding your highness, he had plenty of his own preparations to see to” explains Serro. “You gotta tell us your secret on how you deal with him y/n, he’s been so weirdly calm ever since you came to stay” Denki states, tearing his bread roll in half.

“Well I hope to continue keeping the peace around here in the future, I’ll do my best….unfortunately I have no special secret, or method that I use on him” you reply with your usual polite smile in place.

“Not even your “womanly wiles”? Ow! I was joking Mina geez” the electric blonde cries, rubbing the knot on his head.

“Do you want to get executed? You idiot! You are talking to the new queen, if his majesty hears that kind of talk happening around her you are dead!” The pinkette scolds.

“I swear I won’t tell! We’re all friends here, right? No telling the king anything that won’t hurt him!” You exclaim nervously, “That was a hard hit you delivered Mina, how does a hand maiden know anything about hand to hand combat?”. The two men begin to snicker at your question, hiding behind their hands as the pinkette glares at them. “Actually y/n…I have a confession to make…I’m not a hand maiden, I’m the second in command of his majesty’s royal guard” Mina admits, giving you a bow and a wink.

“Wait…what?! Oh no! How rude of me to have been thinking you were my assistant this whole time! Oh goddess, what must you think of my ignorance” you fret, the other three watch you with amused smiles. “You didn’t treat me badly y/n! We’re friends remeber?” Mina asks, using your earlier words against you. “Yes, we are…we’re all friends! Regardless of station, you’re all my precious new friends” you say with a nod, dazzling smile back in place. The rest of the meal was uneventful, your guards tease you about tomorrow’s festivities until it’s time for you to turn in. The two males take their places outside your door, while Mina stays to brush out your hair. Once you bid her good night and get into bed you already know it’s pointless. Your mind and body are abuzz with excitement and anxiety, sleep won’t be coming so easily. Moonlight peeks in through the cracks in the curtains, you sit up noticing the soft glow growing brighter, the shadows shrink back as if they were being burned, the air in the room began to shimmer.

Without any warning a gorgeous woman materializes at the foot of your bed. Her long silver hair sparkles, her deep blue eyes twinkle, she wastes no time in coming to hold you close to her chest. “My sweet girl, so far from home…about to become Queen of this foreign land…my how you’ve grown up so much in such a short time” her voice is as beautiful as the sound of wind chimes in a summer breeze. “Are you proud of me? I’ve finally found my way” you ask, nuzzling into her embrace.

“I am always proud of you, that will never change” Selene responded, holding her princess tightly. 

“I wish you could have met Katsuki before the wedding, I know it all seemed so rushed but words can’t describe how he makes me feel…It’s just right, I know it is” your words are rushed as you try to get everything out in one breath. This makes the moon goddess chuckle, your bottom lip begins to poke out.

“What makes you think I haven’t met him, hm?”

The question hangs in the small space between the two of you.

She motions for you to scoot over and she brings her legs up to rest atop your bed. Her hand begins to caress the top of your head once you’ve gotten comfortable with it laying in her lap. “How? When?” You ask, blinking up at her in adorable confusion. “The first time was about a year ago…the last was around six months ago” Selene says thoughtfully, “Before you get angry at him for not telling you, I used my power and swore him to secrecy, he couldn’t have told you if he wanted to”.

Just as you open your mouth to protest, she cuts you off;

“That story can wait until another day, you need to rest, tomorrow is an exciting day, your mind needs to be focused on the present”.

“You’ll be here tomorrow? From the time I wake up?” You ask as your eyes begin to grow heavy.

“After you get dressed I’ll come to see you, but I want to be seated well before the ceremony begins so I don’t take away any attention from you, we’ll have time to talk afterwards, good night my love” as soon as her words reach your ears you fall asleep.

“Your majesty”

You’re suddenly roused from the most peaceful slumber you’ve had in ages. 

“Princess, it’s time to wake up”

“Mm awake…jus need a minute” you murmur groggily, yawning and rubbing your eyes. 

“We prepared a light breakfast for you your highness, it’s on the table” says a maid to your left.

“Would you mind if we applied some oils to your hair while you eat? That way once you finish, it will be ready to wash out before you get in the bath” says the maid to your right, who places a robe over your night gown.

“Whatever you guys need to do is fine, let me know however I can help make this easier on you” you replied, shuffling over to the table that had a single plate amongst a number of other items. Unwrapping the silk scarf from your hair both maids lightly brush out your strands and set to work applying the conditioning mixture. It doesn’t take long to finish your toast, handful of grapes and swig down the cup of tea that made up your breakfast.

The same two maids usher you into the bathroom and you’re immediately reminded of that first day with Mina and Momo. Only you aren’t nearly as shy when you allow these women to exfoliate your entire body and scrub all your cracks and crevices. It was during that time each of them gave you their names.

“You have such a lovely complexion, it’s nothing like I’ve ever seen before!” Hakagure croons as she and Tsu finish drying you off. “Is it true you come from the moon, princess?” The green dress the dark haired woman wears reminds you of a frog’s skin. Especially with the off putting way her tongue seems to peek from between her lips on occasion. “Yes, that’s where I was born…” you replied, hesitating to disclose any more private information to these two women. So you skirt around any further personal questions, just replying politely to mundane small talk as they got you ready. Mina stuck her head in to check on you a little while later, and immediately took over the task of styling your hair. Demoting Tsu to polishing your now sharpened nails as she did so. Momo entered shortly after that greeting you and giving congratulations before handing you a silk bag.

“Ooooh let me see!” Mina squeals as you examine the contents. Reaching in you grabbed out what appeared to be a scrap of lace, confusion had you looking further into the bag and upon further inspection your face burns with embarrassment.

“You‘ll change into them after the ceremony!” Ponytail assured you “Those things are for his majesty’s eyes only, so don’t feel embarrassed”. The pinkette snickers, waggling the hair brush at you, “I’ll help you put them on 

y/n don’t worry!”. The other two women laughed along with her while Momo berated them for such childish behavior. The memories of having the king pressed up against you the other night immediiiately came to mind.

“Treasure…”

Just remembering the way he sounded growling in your ear as he ground into you against the wall. It had a flush crawling up from the tips of your toes to the roots of your hair. “I need to tell you guys something…so I can ask some questions…and I hate how this will sound so commanding…” purposefully using the repeat pause between words to build up the nerve you needed, your eyes briefly close. When they reopen any flicker of insecurity or hesitation was absent, the e/c irises now sparkling with confidence,

“As your soon to be Queen I demand that any part of this conversation is not repeated outside of this room, is that clear?”.

A cheerful chorus of “Yes, your highness” comes from each of the women helping you get ready.

A relieved sigh allows you to relax against the high backed chair you occupy, “I’ve never had any sort of intimate encounter with anyone, let alone anyone of draconian descent sooooo…What exactly am I supposed to do? How will our um…how will he? Oh goddess you lot know what I mean right?!”. So much for the cool, calm, collected persona you’d channeled seconds ago.

MoMo clears her throat in attempt to hide her embarrassment, “Ahem, well my lady if I may, since you are looking for pointers on how to go about consummation-“

“Bite him!” Mina interrupted.

“Scratch and growl at him!” Hagakure exclaims.

“Stroke his ego” Tsu offers.

“Ladies please!” Momo shouts, the other three are still tittering with laughter as she clears her throat once more “Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, when it comes to consummation in our culture”.

Now that her mediative hour had concluded Midnight gets to her feet, stretching her limbs to combat the soreness from being stationary for so long. Extinguishing the incense she’d been burning, the dark haired woman moved across the room to push back the heavy drapes and throw open the large floor to ceiling windows. Inhaling a large breath of fresh air, she savored the taste of spring on her tongue. The oracle was optimistic, her cheery disposition had been favorable as of late. Eyeing the dark purple slip and black robes she planned to wear for the days festivities, she began to get ready.

Only for a sharp rap on her door to interrupt, her cheeks puff out in frustration as she hurried to answer it. The two men on the other side don’t wait to exchange pleasantries as she allows them entry.

“How did your talk with his majesty go?” 

The difference between the two men was always similar to that of night and day. Today however, it could be considered comical; With Jeanist in his perfectly pressed dark blue General dress robes adorned with shining silver metals, matching cuff links sparkling brilliantly. Standing tall beside Aizawa in his black Dress robes with a few obvious wrinkles but equally decorated with badges of honor, his tattered scarf ever present around his neck. The latter speaks first; “The king was more on edge than usual, I’d chalk that up to pre wedding jitters, the beast-“.

His companion is quick to take over the explanation, “The dragon gave the same answers as we reported the other night, I detected no treachery or malicious intent, to be honest it seemed preoccupied…possibly a bit bored”.

“So it’s thoughts were elsewhere? Where might that be, my lord?” asks Midnight from behind her changing stands, an airy chuckle reaching their ears. “I hardly think it’s up for discussion if there was no indication of hostility towards the Princess” Jeanist replied in a clipped tone, but professional as always. Stepping out in her new outfit, the oracle grabs a black ribbon off her vanity and moves towards the dark haired man. 

“Since you will be amongst the audience you’ll get a chance to see the two of them interact, we can rehash our individual thoughts after the ceremony concludes” Aizawa says with an annoyed huff as Midnight pulls his hair back, tying the ribbon around his messy locks.

“I agree with that, now which of you is escorting me?” Her violet eyes fluttering as she smiles at the men, even though she knows the answer.

Jeanist opens the door, gesturing for the Oracle and Advisor to go ahead of him. “Don’t forget to lock it!” The woman calls as she tosses a key towards the sharp dressed man. Heeding her request, Jeanist shakes his head as Midnight’s patronizing giggles echo down the hallway.

“Are you nervous?”

The question comes from one of the two older women sitting behind you. It was strange to see Selene and Mitsuki enjoying a cup of tea together in this setting.

Both beautiful in their own right, two powerful women, one a queen of this earth land kingdom, and the other a queen residing over the moon that oversees this blue planet from the heavens above. It was the moon goddess herself that had made an offhand suggestion that perhaps Mitsuki would be able to trace her lineage back to the warrior queen of Mars. They both chuckled at this, and watching their exchange you can’t help but wonder if there just might be truth to her claim.

Seeing them get along so well made you feel at ease.

“A little” you admit, examining your reflection in the mirror for the umpteenth time “But listening to your banter has made it easier to relax, you two seem more like old friends rather than two women who just met the morning of their children’s wedding”. Both women looked towards each other before looking back at you with smiles on their faces. Almost like they knew something you weren’t aware of.

“Maybe Goddess Selene will bless us mere mortals with her presence more often now that you’re here” Mitsuki’s voice had a slight teasing tone about it, and you could swear your mother had the slightest flush to her cheeks.

“Careful what you wish for, what if you were to grow tired of my constant intrusions? Then I’d have to give you twelve years of bad luck” Selene replies, as quick witted as ever, yet her tone held no malice.

“Mother!” You squeaked, shocked she would even joke about such a thing. The two older women laughed at your reaction. 

“Well I suppose I should go check in on Katsuki, I haven’t seen him yet today” the blonde woman says as she gets to her feet.

“You haven’t seen him at all?” You ask confused.

“That boy is a nightmare to deal with when he’s preparing for an important event, one could hardly blame me for preferring the company of two lovely celestial ladies over the company of my foul mouthed brat” she replies, patting you on the back as she walks past. Only to pause at the door and glance back at Selene, “I’ll meet you in the foyer in fourty-five minutes?” She asks.

Your mother nods and the two of them hold eye contact for a few seconds before the blonde woman leaves the two of you alone.

“How long have you known?” 

The question is sudden and quiet.

The goddess sighed before answering your question,

“After you fell asleep last night she came to your room and sought me out, I just found out”. You merely nod in response, now wasn’t the time to confront her about it.

“You look so beautiful, I’m happy that you followed your own path, I raised a perfect young woman” Selene comes to stand behind you, wrapping an arm around you.

The both of your reflections smiled in the mirror, “Oh no! I forgot to ask you-“ your sudden exclamation was hushed by your mother “I have it”. The shimmering piece of selenite appeared in your hand, it was crafted into a perfect crescent shape, a small gold hoop stuck through the top. “Thank you momma” you gushed happily “It’s perfect”. “I have one more thing to give you” she replied, moving towards your dresser. She brought back a small stone box with a large moon on the lid, ancient inscriptions were carved in on all sides proving its age. 

“This belonged to my great grandmother, and now it’s yours” 

The handsome (albeit grumpy) king readjusted the gold chain and fang necklaces around his neck for the umpteenth time. An annoyed growl rips from his throat as he takes the smaller few off. Looking back In the mirror he nods, now sporting only the largest golden chain and his newest piece made from the fangs of the ancient dragon he’d slayed recently. The Royal jeweler had just delivered it this morning, along with a few other pieces that Bakugou had also requested be made.

“Very impressive your majesty” Kirishima says with a flash of his own fanged smile. The red head and three other members of the king’s personal guard lean against the wall of Bakugou’s bedroom closest to the door. Just the five of them occupied the room, the servants that had tried assisting the temperamental Royal at getting ready had vacated the premises a long time ago.

“Looking a little nervous my king” Kaminari says offhandedly.

“Not getting cold feet are you?” Serro is quick to add, both men smirking at the king’s now obviously ruffled feathers.

Katsuki whirls around on them with clenched teeth and fire alight in his eyes, and just as he opens his mouth to begin a ferocious tirade, the bedroom door opens.

“You clean up well brat” Queen Mitsuki teases her son as she enters the room “Would you four give us a moment, it’s about time for you to take your places”.

A chorus of “Yes your majesty” comes from the four knights as they single file out of the room.

“Here it is, the day of my first and only son’s wedding…The day you will become king in more than just words, this land will be not just your’s to rule but your Queen’s as well” the blonde woman comes to stand before her son, “I know your father is proud of you, and I am just as proud of the man that you have become Katsuki”. The way his mother wraps her arms around him comes as a surprise to the king, he is still quick to return her hug just as tight, mumbling a soft “Love ya mom”. When the two of them separated the older woman dabbed at her eyes with the sleeve of her dress, “Don’t you dare hold this against me, I’m probably going to be bawling more than once today”.

“Wouldn’t dream of it hag���

“So much for a sentimental moment between mother and son, you brat”.

“My lady, it’s time” the voice of a servant alerted you. Taking one last look at your reflection, the glittering tiara atop your head fills you with new confidence. The magic that flowed through your veins even seemed to be amplifying thanks to the treasured heirloom. You had to walk yourself down the aisle, which would mean that every eye will be focused solely on you. Remembering that you are a representation of the lunarian kingdom, you were sure to stand tall and proud, walking with the utmost grace. Exiting the open door, a beautiful burgundy rug has been laid out over the grass, leading down the sloping palace grounds, between the many rows of occupied seats. Excited whispers began as everyone turned to watch you walking down the aisle.

“Absolutely stunning!”

“Is she really from the moon?”

“How beautiful our new queen is!”

The compliments only made you more reassured in your self-confidence. You look towards where the rug ends, seeing steps leading up a raised platform and your heart skipped a beat. The Dragon King stands waiting for you in all his glory; His usual fur lined cape is draped over his shoulders, tribal ink snaking up his impressive biceps, that unintentionally flex as his arms are crossed in front of his chest. The golden chain around his neck glitters, drawing your attention to the second necklace he wore made up of black beads and large jagged teeth. Somehow you manage to keep yourself from hurrying forward. Each step you take is slow, and meaningful and once you finally reach the bottom step Katsuki reaches a hand out to you. Which you take and return his firm grip with a squeeze, allowing yourself to be led up the remaining few steps. He resembles something like a demigod, with the way his blonde hair shines in the sunlight, surrounding his head similar to the halo of an angel. Both of you smile as you take in the appearance of one another, quick to become lost in each other’s eyes. The priest clears his throat and it puts an end to the stupor you two were seemingly caught up in.

“Today marks a momentous event that will forever change history; A bridge between heaven and earth, the joining of celestial and terran, the blessed union between our Dragon King and the Lunarian princess” the elderly man says, pausing to allow the applause and cheering of the crowd. It was nice to see the few hundred or so people seated in chairs closest to the raised platform, but it was astounding to see all of the hundreds if not thousands of people, along with magical creatures, crowded in to the castle grounds. Those that didn’t fit were seated atop the heads of dragons, enabling them to watch the ceremony despite being behind the protective walls.

Turning your head away from the crowd, the squeeze of the grip on your hands has your eyes flitting upwards. Looking into Katsuki’s eyes was like being swept up in a harsh current. The priests words were immediately garbled nonsense, you were drowning in a sea of red. The veil over your face fluttered in the wind, and the king says something aloud. 

The smile he gives you has you feeling weak in the knees.

“Princess Y/n”

The sound of your title has you standing at attention, listening to the priest’s words intently;

“Do you take King Bakugou Katsuki as your husband? To have and hold through good times and bad? To stand beside him and rule this country to the best of your ability as a queen and wife?”.

“I do and I shall” you replied confidently, squeezing the large hands holding your own.

“Then by the power invested in me, witnessed by all that are here, I now pronounce you husband and wife” as soon as the words were said the veil was lifted from your face and Katsuki was kissing you. The kiss was deep and breath stealing, you could feel the desire and happiness in it. Cheers had broken out all around the courtyard, the roars and shouts echoing from all around the kingdom. Just as your lungs began to burn from lack of air did the kiss finally end.

“I now present your new King and Queen!” Announces the priest, holding his arms open as he declares this to the crowd.

The events that followed all happened in such a rapid procession, it felt like you were wrapped up in a sort of whirlwind.

You remember receiving hugs from both Mitsuki and your mother, but after that it was just a bunch of congratulations, well wishes, and handshakes from a variety of strangers. It was only once you were ushered back into your bedroom that you could take a moment to breathe. Sitting down on the soft bed everything had started to sink in; You were now queen of an earthland kingdom, you were married to the Dragon King, a mere princess no more. Speaking of which, you hadn’t gotten a single moment with your husband, the kiss at the altar was the only one you’d gotten thus far. He hadn’t said a word while you two were being bombarded by the gathering well wishers. You hadn’t even been able to give him your present…

Fishing the selenite out from your cleavage, you sighed. Without warning the door of the room burst open and in came Mina and Momo.

The latter holding three champagne flutes, while the former clutched a half empty bottle.

“Congratulations y/n!” The pinkette cheered, hugging you happily.

Kicking the door shut behind her, the dark haired woman strides over gracefully, offering you one of the flutes, “How about a toast before we help you get ready for your special night?”. “Ah yes! That would be lovely” you smile, taking the glass as you get to your feet.

“To our new queen, and beloved friend y/n! May your marriage be happy and the fires stemming from undying love as well as passion never extinguish!” Mina exclaims and the three of you clink glasses.

Laughter proceeds only after you’d each drained your respective glass, along with Momo giving Mina a hard time about her ridiculous toast.

True to her word, Mina had indeed helped you Into the garments from that silk bag.

You couldn’t bare the embarrassment as you peeked at your reflection in the full body mirror. The two women had made sure to bathe you throughly once again. “The king won’t react well to anyone else’s scents on you during your bonding” Momo had explained, as you gave her glove covered hands a strange look.

They rubbed you down with a slightly vanilla scented, shimmering body oil (Apparently it was close to your natural scent, according to Mina). Now you were standing in the middle of your room skin glittering, clad in what was essentially scraps of silk, with dragon scale accents that hid your nipples and pussy (barely). Just as you were downing another glass of champagne, the girls pulled a thin, floor length black cloak over your shoulders. Making sure it was secured before placing a cape over your shoulders. “A gift from the King” you had been told. The outside fabric was thick and white while the inside was a black velvet, and a black fur made up the collar. It was almost just like the one your husband always wore. Your helpers made sure everything was fastened to keep any of your unmentionables from slipping out.

Just as they both stood back to admire you, a loud knock could be heard on the door. “You’re all set! You look lovely your majesty” Momo smiles. “Remember everything I told you! Especially that last bit! Just relax It’s going to be great, no worries!” Mina reminds you cheerfully as the two of them accompany you out of the door.

Kirishima was standing there waiting to escort you with his usual smile in place, he offers you his arm. Taking hold of it, the knight begins to usher you down the hall, both ladies cheering until you rounded the corner. “You look very nice my lady” the red head compliments, keeping his eyes forward but still smiling all the same. “Thank you…” you appreciate the compliment but the nervousness you felt grew with each step forward.

Finally reaching the end of the hallway, its down a short staircase and the knight opens a door for you. Another exit from the castle you weren’t aware of. The breeze is gentle, and stars are beginning to twinkle in the twilight sky. You see your mother and Mitsuki talking to Katsuki, who immediately looks towards you as you walk across the grass. His intense gaze has your face heating up, and if both your mothers weren’t standing there he probably would have pounced on you. Once you come to stand beside the three of them your king takes your hand in his and kisses the back of it “Ready to go?”. The spot his lips touched sends tingles throughout your body, all you can do is nod in reply. “You two have fun” Mitsuki says while pulling you into a hug.

“Mother, I thought you and I-“

Selene interrupts you before giving a hug of her own, “Plenty of time for that when the two of you return, enjoy this special time with your husband”.

You don’t have time to argue due to the sudden appearance of a familiar red dragon waiting just a few feet away. Bakugou bids your mothers goodbye and scoops you up bridal style. He doesn’t set you down once the two of you are seated, you stay in his lap as Kirishima takes flight. Katsuki groans as takes in your scent, nipping and kissing the sensitive flesh “Been waiting for this moment all day, could hardly wait to get my hands on you”. One of his hands slips beneath the cloak to run up your bare legs. Your toes curl as he squeezes one of your thick thighs, he doesn’t miss a beat when engaging you in another passionate lip lock. Your fingers lightly caress his cheeks before running them down to his pecs.

Your tongue tangles with his when you finally feel yourself slicking up.

The wetness between your thighs reminds you that a thin string is the only thing there to catch any drips, and you’d rather not leave a wet spot on your new husband’s pant leg.

Breaking the kiss, you rest your forehead against his as you catch your breath. “My king…I’m sorry if I may not act like a proper lady tonight, I hope that come sunrise you won’t hold any of my actions against me” You say with a sigh, moving your head back to properly look him in the eye. A blonde brow is raised before a sinister smile appears on the king’s handsome face, “oho is that a challenge or a threat? my queen”. Your eyes catch sight of the slivers of sharp canines in his mouth, and your gaze lingers on them as you quietly reply, “It’s neither…I just don’t exactly feel like my usual self right now, not to say I’m someone else but my feelings are unfamiliar and overwhelming”.

Gently you reach for one of his hands and guide it towards your chest, laying it over your heart.

A sudden shyness comes over you, and looking up at him with innocent eyes you enquire, “Do you feel it?”.

Unbeknownst to you, Katsuki had been able to hear the pitter patter of your heart this entire time.

How adorable, it’s just like a bunny that’s been cornered by a hungry wolf

He can’t help but agree, his hold on you becomes impossibly tighter.

Eliminating any space between your bodies, he cradles the back of your head in a large palm. Guiding you to rest it in between his neck and shoulder. “S’normal to be nervous treasure, because after tonight you will be a different person” your king presses a kiss to your forehead “Just relax for now, it won’t be much longer until we arrive”. Something inside of you feels as though Katsuki’s voice has this underlying nefarious tone to it. An abrupt shiver shoots down your spine, in attempts to soak in the natural warmth that radiates off his skin you’re quickly wrapping your arms around your lover.

The wind is always a bit cooler at night, especially at this altitude. That explains where these continuous chills are coming from.

Right?

A/N: Something I didn’t call attention to at the end of last chapter; If you read the prophecy laid out in the prologue, and compare it to the version that Izuku reads during the flight in chapter 3 you’ll notice quite a big difference! Just to explain that in case anybody didn’t catch onto it; Only a few people in the kingdom were made aware of the complete prophecy that Midnight spoke of. There was a heavily censored version that was put out to the kingdom’s general public and it’s regarded in a celebratory way. So much so, the people turned it into a nursery rhyme song for children. This is because they remain ignorant to the other half of it. The version they know only speaks of the king finding love and that the kingdom will in turn be blessed and forever remain prosperous.I felt this was important for me to explain, just so nobody is thinking “This bitch is so dumb she can’t even remember words that she wrote three chapters prior 🙄”.I would hope none of you think that negatively of me 😅 It sure doesn’t seem that way but just Incase! ❤️‍🔥 So any thoughts or theories as to what’s going on or going to happen?

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Redesigned Fantasy AU Akira 🍁👑

→ Akira 🍁 BakuTodo Love Child

He is a bit different from the usual Akira I draw in MHA timeline; you can read more about him below!

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Some Trivia:

The Crown Prince and son of the current rulers, Bakugou Katsuki & Todoroki Shouto.

Akira is fluent in both Northern and Southern dialects. He more commonly speaks and writes in Northern dialect (Shouto’s language) unless speaking with Katsuki, with whom he uses the latter.

He is a seasoned ice magic user but is also skilled in swords.

He can play a variety of instruments such as piano and violin, taught to him by his parents.

Kirishima Zen is his personal attendant and bodyguard.

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"Your Highness, someone here came to visit you," Zen calls out into the room before opening the door wider, whispering a small 'go on' as a girl takes a step inside.

“Y-Your Highness!" she chirps in a small voice, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear before quickly adjusting her hold on the box in her hands. "My a-apologies for interrupting your morning tea. The King had this delivered for you, so um, ah…"

Akira turns a page from his book, eyes not leaving the text, but he makes a casual gesture to one of the seats in the room. “Thank you. You can leave it there."

Miki is a cheerful young girl, bright eyes and all smiles. Zen had the pleasure of meeting her the night before and had witnessed her excitement fitting into her new uniform. But now in front of the prince, she is quite demure. Understandable; this is her first time speaking with Akira and she is close to his age.

"O-Okay!"

Her cheeks turn pink as she scrambles into the room to deposit the box on an empty seat. She gets distracted through it, slowed in her movements to observe the prince in silent awe, and almost peers at him under his fringe once she's close.

"Is there anything else?"

"N-No! I mean – thank you, Your Highness!" Miki backs away and straightens up in a panic, pushing her palms down her skirt to mask a nervous laugh. "I’ll be going now!" She does a little curtsy then, pausing once more to get one last look at Akira before turning for the door. Zen gives her an approving grin and a thumbs up on her way out, and takes note of her own smile reaching from ear to ear.

"Who was that?" Akira asks once they're alone. He hasn't moved from his seat, seemingly still absorbed in his book, but Zen sees him visibly relax when he lifts his cup to his lips.

“The grandchild of the retired Misaki-san, she started work today. Very excitable, that one. Cute, too." Zen chuckles as he glances at the box she left behind; he guesses it's an item of clothing considering the size and the large bow tied around it. "You could have asked her yourself, you know. You didn’t even look at her. Honestly, as the heir, you should set an example to–”

Akira sets his cup back down on the saucer, the punctuated clink of it, though not harsh, interrupting Zen's words. “I won't be taking over the throne until the next few decades.”

Zen smiles inwardly and tips the teapot over Akira’s empty cup. The clink of ceramic and the wisp of book pages fill the silence between them, and after a beat, Zen says, “Your eyes really are pretty. You can’t blame anyone who wants to look.”

Akira spares him a glance, the first of the day, clearly not pleased but not quite angry either. More exasperated than anything. Specks of silver and gold glint in his gray and crimson eyes, beauty and emotion manifested in one look and proving Zen's point – not that anyone but he can see this right now.

Sighing, Akira leans back on his chair and rests the side of his jaw on his knuckles. Zen almost mourns the loss of Akira’s gaze when his eyelids flutter close, his book now left forgotten on his lap.

"Well, I'm not going to tell you her name, so you can ask her yourself once you see her again. Introduce yourself like a good prince." Zen says playfully as he takes the novel from Akira’s lap, closes it, and places it on the table instead. He sees Akira's brows furrow but doesn't make an effort to retort and it feels like a victory, somewhat. "She's not going to turn into stone if you look at her."

"You don't understand."

Akira doesn't elaborate, and it stays quiet for the rest of the morning.

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Context:

* Heterochromia is known to be an extremely rare physical feature, said to be blessed only to those of royal blood as evidenced by one of the current rulers, Todoroki Shouto, and his ancestors before him. Although such a feature is a symbol of nobility, power, and prestige, Akira considers his heterochromia as a source of insecurity. Everyone knows who he is, and those who don’t, need only to look at his eyes. He feels that his eyes hinder how people treat him and even to some extent judge him for it, so he has started avoiding making direct eye contact with anyone who is not familiar with him unless necessary. He also started growing his hair out a bit for the same reason, finding it helps to “hide” his eyes.

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#5

Dynamight came crashing through the ER doors with a scowl on his face. The nurses at the front desk sat back in their chairs when his fiery eyes fixated on them.

"Where is she?" he demanded loudly. "Fucking speak!"

"W-who, sir?"

He rolled his eyes and slammed his fist down on the desk, splintering the wood beneath. "(F/n L/n), dumbass! Ain't many other people I'd fucking be here for!"

Moments later, Katsuki was lumbering through the pulmonary ward of the hospital, his shoulders flexing as his gauntlets swung at his sides, gritting his teeth and growling at anyone who stood between him and the door of your hospital room.

One nurse started to ask for his identification until another nurse put their hand on her shoulder and shook their head no.

He'd talked the talk and walked the walk but when he turned the door handle to enter your room, he did so with such a careful, fluid motion so as not to wake you if you were sleeping.

He held onto the door as it closed behind him, letting it latch with a quiet click before turning it loose. He took one graceful stride after another, his heavy boots hitting the tiled floor like feathers as he moved in closer to your motionless body.

Katsuki Bakugou was a hard man, tough as nails and always ready to take on whatever threat or villain or challenge life could possibly throw at him head first. What he wasn't prepared for was some nameless, faceless enemy that had taken up residence in your body. Probably tiny - microscopic, even - and hiding in places he could never see. He felt helpless. Powerless.

He gingerly removed the gauntlet from his right arm and delicately set it down on the floor beside his feet, his scarlet eyes never leaving your form in the process.

He could hear your labored breaths even as he remembered his promise to himself going into this: that he wouldn't fucking cry. But he stood corrected, one tear...then another falling onto the clean, white sheet next to the tube that had been medically inserted into your lung to keep it inflated.

He took your limp hand into his - hard, rough, calloused, and shaking - and kissed your forehead. "I don't know what the fuck this is, baby, but once I find out I'm gonna kick it in it's tiny, shitty balls and make it wish it never found you."

for @xviternity You've made so much art for me...now it's my turn. 🧡🖤🧡. I hope you feel better soon! 🥹

847 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

#4

⇢ title: dangerous

⇢ pairing: k. bakugou x f!reader

⇢ wc: 1k

⇢ warnings/notes: nsfw, mdni, katsuki is aged up 27+

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1,140 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

#3

1000th Post Special!

Back by popular demand...

Dad/Dilf!Katsuki Bakugou Headcanons

₰ pairing: Dad!Dilf!Katsuki Bakugou x f!Reader

₰ wc: fuck, idek

₰ cw/an: my 1000th post (yay)!, katsuki is aged up (as per usual), dad/sfw section first, dilf/nsfw section last, mdni, tbh i'm so fucking exhausted rn so kindly let me know if you see something that i should include here and i'll be happy to do so, hold onto your ovaries my fellow bakuhoes!

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2,363 notes - Posted July 18, 2022

#2

Katsuki Bakugou not giving a fuck about you while he drives away from your place.

You'd yelled at him to leave, tears streaming down your face, angry that he had led you on only for him to act like he felt nothing for you.

He thought about how little he cared about your smile. How few shits he gave about all the times you'd run your fingers through his thick, unruly blond hair. He rolled his amber eyes at the idea that his heart especially ached on the nights and days you didn't spend together. The great explosion user gripped the steering wheel harder, the leather protesting and smoking underneath his sparking death grip.

You'd cried and told him that he was too scared to be loved. He had scoffed and told you he wasn't scared of shit.

But now he was scared shitless.

Scared that he might lose you forever.

He white-knuckled the steering wheel, strategically yanking it around while pulling on the hand brake before speeding off in the direction from whence he'd come.

He didn't give a single fuck that he scraped the front scoop of his expensive Audi R8 pulling back into your driveway.

His voice came through louder than the banging on your front door. "Oi! (Y/n)! Come open the damn door!"

You approached the door slowly, hugging yourself. If he forgot something, couldn't he at least have the sensitivity to wait another day to come back for it?

Not yet knowing that, no, it couldn't wait. He could never forget you.

2,481 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

º Notes: fluff, angst, sfw

You rolled your eyes, opened your front door, and sighed. "What is it, Bakugou?"

"Wow. So we’re not even on a first name basis anymore?"

You crossed your arms and tapped your foot. “You’ve got about 5 seconds to tell me what it is you’re here for then I’m closing this door.”

Hurt flashed across his features before his game face returned. “Come on, quit acting like you don’t care anymore. I know you still love m- hey!”

You’d started to shut the door in his face, but he stopped it with the toe of his boot, his ash blond bangs obscuring his eyes. “I miss you, damn it," he grumbled. "Need to talk to you.”

You kept one hand on the open door and propped the other on your jutted hip. “Too bad, I don’t wanna talk to you anymore.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Yes, Bakugou, I do. Now just-“ The edges of your eyes burned with the threat of tears. You fought the urge to throw yourself into his arms, which would be a hell of a lot easier if he wasn’t standing right in front of you. He smelled so good. His scent had all but worn off of your sheets and pillows. “Just go.”

“We can get through this, (Y/n). We've fought and won tougher battles than this together.”

“Stop.”

“It doesn’t have to be like this.”

“Yes, it does. I can’t do this anymore, Katsuki, please.” Your bottom lip quivered.

“Hey…” He reached for you, but you pulled away.

“No, Katsuki. I don't wanna fight with you anymore! I can’t handle-" Your voice cracked as the first tears fell. "All I’ve ever wanted to do is just love you, but it feels like that’s never been enough for you!”

“(Y/n)…” He reached for you again and this time you let him pull you into him. You really were too tired to fight with your lover anymore, and he felt like home. "It's more than enough, babe. It's the only thing I need. Always has been." He held your sobbing form in his arms.

Your weak fist landed against his hard chest. "I'm so mad at you, but I love you so fucking much and I hate you for it, Katsuki," you whined.

He pressed his lips into your hair. "That's okay, you can hate me...as long as you never stop loving me."

"I'm fucking serious!"

He pulled back to look at you. "What? You think I'm not? Hah? You're my entire fucking world, (Y/n)! If you leave my life, I swear to god I'll blow up a star and create a new world with you in it just so I can be with you again."

You sniffed. "Katsuki..."

He put his hand in your hair. "Baby, I start shit with you because I love you."

You hid your wet face against his arm and chuckled. "That doesn't even make sense."

"I know, but it's fucking true. I just don't know how else to express how passionate I am with you sometimes. I'm an idiot, alright? Ya happy now?"

"No."

The up-and-coming pro hero squeezed you tight. "When's the last time you ate? I can feel your fucking ribs."

Your voice was muffled by the material of his shirt, now damp with your tears. "Yesterday."

He kissed your forehead. "Come on, let me make you something to eat."

He felt skinnier too. "When's the last time you ate?" you said, sniffling and looking up at him with red, puffy eyes.

"Tuesday", he mumbled. Today was Thursday.

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2,996 notes - Posted May 24, 2022

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[heartboudoir]

Oh fuck… Kirishima hisses under his breath, eyes dark and lips parted as he stares down at you, fixated on the trail of saliva you’re dripping over both their cocks. His fingers scratch through the back of your hair, massaging your head as he coaxes you a little closer. Got such a pretty girl, Kat… he’s dropped the devoted servant role for now, basking in his friendship with his King and the beauty of being loyal.

Bakugou sees the way his friend looks at you, and it makes him feel proud. Proud to have someone like you by his side. Proud to see you on your knees and eager to please not only him, but his friends as well.

She is good, isn’t she? He places his hand over Kiri’s and bends at the waist, pursing his lips and spitting on the tip of Kiri’s cock, so close to your mouth that it gets your lips and tongue as well. Why don’t you show our guest just how good you can be, hm baby?

-👑💥

I haven’t sucked cock very much In the short space of time I’ve been with katsuki— he’s taught me to take his cock inside of me, to be stretched out but my mouth isn’t something I’ve practiced with. I flutter my lashes up to kirishima and lick my lips of the saliva katsuki just gave me. “M’still learning…” I whisper up to him, hiding a giggle when kirishima groans and nods.

Leaning forward, I drag my tongue up the underside of his cock, tracing the tip of it along the thick vein that resides there before swirling it around the head and capturing the sticky pre that leaks steadily “mmmm” I hum, keeping eye contact with him as I wrap my lips around the swollen head

[kingdaddydaichi]

I’ve been waiting for this post ever since I fell for the gremlin king a year and a half ago. 🤩

“…FUCKING ASSRAG PIECE OF SHIT MOTHERFUCKING FUCK…”

He talked about his own balls 🫠

I’m honestly shocked he was willing to demote himself from king to baron. 🧐

God, please do sir??

Katsuki Bakugou + being a lil shit

[kingdaddydaichi]

º Notes: fluff, angst, sfw

You rolled your eyes, opened your front door, and sighed. "What is it, Bakugou?"

"Wow. So we’re not even on a first name basis anymore?"

You crossed your arms and tapped your foot. “You’ve got about 5 seconds to tell me what it is you’re here for then I’m closing this door.”

Hurt flashed across his features before his game face returned. “Come on, quit acting like you don’t care anymore. I know you still love m- hey!”

You’d started to shut the door in his face, but he stopped it with the toe of his boot, his ash blond bangs obscuring his eyes. “I miss you, damn it," he grumbled. "Need to talk to you.”

You kept one hand on the open door and propped the other on your jutted hip. “Too bad, I don’t wanna talk to you anymore.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Yes, Bakugou, I do. Now just-“ The edges of your eyes burned with the threat of tears. You fought the urge to throw yourself into his arms, which would be a hell of a lot easier if he wasn’t standing right in front of you. He smelled so good. His scent had all but worn off of your sheets and pillows. “Just go.”

“We can get through this, (Y/n). We've fought and won tougher battles than this together.”

“Stop.”

“It doesn’t have to be like this.”

“Yes, it does. I can’t do this anymore, Katsuki, please.” Your bottom lip quivered.

“Hey…” He reached for you, but you pulled away.

“No, Katsuki. I don't wanna fight with you anymore! I can’t handle-" Your voice cracked as the first tears fell. "All I’ve ever wanted to do is just love you, but it feels like that’s never been enough for you!”

“(Y/n)…” He reached for you again and this time you let him pull you into him. You really were too tired to fight with your lover anymore, and he felt like home. "It's more than enough, babe. It's the only thing I need. Always has been." He held your sobbing form in his arms.

Your weak fist landed against his hard chest. "I'm so mad at you, but I love you so fucking much and I hate you for it, Katsuki," you whined.

He pressed his lips into your hair. "That's okay, you can hate me...as long as you never stop loving me."

"I'm fucking serious!"

He pulled back to look at you. "What? You think I'm not? Hah? You're my entire fucking world, (Y/n)! If you leave my life, I swear to god I'll blow up a star and create a new world with you in it just so I can be with you again."

You sniffed. "Katsuki..."

He put his hand in your hair. "Baby, I start shit with you because I love you."

You hid your wet face against his arm and chuckled. "That doesn't even make sense."

"I know, but it's fucking true. I just don't know how else to express how passionate I am with you sometimes. I'm an idiot, alright? Ya happy now?"

"No."

The up-and-coming pro hero squeezed you tight. "When's the last time you ate? I can feel your fucking ribs."

Your voice was muffled by the material of his shirt, now damp with your tears. "Yesterday."

He kissed your forehead. "Come on, let me make you something to eat."

He felt skinnier too. "When's the last time you ate?" you said, sniffling and looking up at him with red, puffy eyes.

"Tuesday", he mumbled. Today was Thursday.

"Katsuki!" you gasped. "That was two fucking days ago!" You knew your boyf - ex-boyfriend - well enough to know that the only time he didn’t eat was when he was sick.

“Yeah, yeah. Shut up and let me cook for you.”

“Only if you promise to eat, too.” You pulled him inside and locked the door behind him.

[heartboudoir]

Of course. He nods and walks to the other side of the bed. Before getting in, he removes his necklaces and belt - anything that would be uncomfortable for you - and slips under the blankets beside you. He opens one arm and lays it under your head. This alright?

——

You know I’d never do something like that, Kat—

I used to know you’d never disobey a direct order either, but here we fucking are, Sho!

The two men took their leave from the rest of the group to discuss the days events in private. Bakugou’s pacing back and forth, while Todoroki stands at attention before him - more so out of respect than anything else.

I thought—

No. You’re just as accomplished of a dragon trainer as I. You know damn well there are other ways - other options - than the one you chose.

Todoroki falls silent, closing his mouth and holding his tongue, knowing his king is right.

I-I don’t know what came over me… I went t-too far, m’lord.

Yes, you did. Bakugou stops his pacing. Facing his friend with an unreadable expression. Not quite angry, and not quite kind. Something in between.

Todoroki casts his eyes to the side. I wish to make payment for my sins, my king. His voice is full of sadness. Please allow me—

But Bakugou cuts him off yet again, grabbing his chin and pulling his head up to look at him instead of the ground. Did she agree to it?

W-what?

Hera. Did she agree to let you do that to her. His voice his calm and eerily calculating.

Um.. yes sir. Sh-She didn’t know any better though; she thought it was the only way.

Bakugou nods once, and after a moment of complete silence, he leans in and presses his lips to the center of his friend’s forehead, letting go of his chin. We will discuss this further in the morning. Go— take the night off. Eijiro will cover your shift.

But sir—

Todoroki. His eyes are serious and his tone is firm. Go.

-👑💥

Shoto can’t disobey him once more, nodding his head and stuttering in his steps before muttering quietly “thank you, katsuki” he then quickly takes his leave, heading to his own tent to calm down for the evening.

I can’t settle or get comfy— not with my head on his shoulder or my back to his chest. No matter how much he strokes over my hair, but when I hear footsteps approaching the tent, my eyes open and I look towards them “I hope it’s kat…” I whisper

[kingdaddydaichi]

⇢ title: dangerous

⇢ pairing: k. bakugou x f!reader

⇢ wc: 1k

⇢ warnings/notes: nsfw, mdni, katsuki is aged up 27+

Pro Hero!Katsuki sat on the plush seat across from where you were trying on shoes. You needed a new pair to go with the dress his mom had designed for you for the upcoming charity event you were going to attend together. 

He sat forward with his elbows on his knees, arms crossed, waiting as you tried on this pair and that. 

“What do you think, Katsu?” you said, looking down at the heels you’d just put on. 

Your husband looked at them with deadpan eyes and a pouty frown. He shrugged with a short grunt.

You sighed. “Me either. Next pair, I guess.”

He appreciated that you could decipher the meaning behind his grunts depending on length, volume, and his accompanying facial expression.

“Okay, how about these? I think they’re really cute!” you said, turning on the balls of your feet as you looked in the mirror.

Katsuki looked up from his phone to find your pretty, pedicured toes made even more perfect by the subtle twist of black velvet just above them. The criss-crossing backstrap fastened by a tiny silver buckle three inches above your ankle. He sat up straight, phone forgotten, his chin no longer propped on the palm of his hand.

“Oh, you like them too?” you smiled.

“Hah? I didn’t fuckin’ say that. Take ‘em off and show me the next pair.”

“Oh…okay.” You were a smidge disappointed, but looked down at another pair that you really liked as well. “Let’s see how these look.”

Katsuki’s crimson irises glanced at the box you’d put the black strappy heels in after taking them off.

“How about these, babe?” You strutted up and down the aisle in a pair of black, peep toe Louboutins.

“Ya like ‘em?” he grumbled.

“Sure, yeah! Can’t go wrong with classic and sleek.”

He stood up and stretched, his pants perched on the muscles of his hips as his shirt rode up to momentarily expose his veiny v-trail. “‘Bout damn time. Let’s get the fuck outta here.”

You put the Louboutins back in their box before sliding your more worn and comfortable flats back on.

“Go ahead back to the car. I’ll take care of this and meet ya there,” he said calmly before pecking you on the forehead.

You stood on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek, handing him the shoes. “Thank you, babe. I’ll see you in the car then.”

He grunted and gave your butt a gentle smack as you walked away, smirking when you turned back to playfully chastise him.

A few minutes later, the back door of the sedan opened and Katsuki slid inside empty-handed.

“Baby, where are the shoes?”

“Fuckin’ relax, firecracker. They’re in the damn trunk.”

Traffic was horrid, setting you back nearly half an hour from getting home. Katsuki had the bags brought into the foyer as you went straight to the bathroom, going on about ‘the fucking traffic’ and how your ‘back teeth were floating’. That’s my girl, he thought, smiling to himself as a low chuckle rumbled in his chest. 

He wasn’t far behind you, carrying the shopping bags to your bedroom. He reached into one and took out one of the shoeboxes before setting the bag aside. 

You opened the narrow French doors that led from the bathroom to find your husband standing next to the bed dangling the black strappy shoes from his thick, calloused fingers. 

Your eyes lit up. “Katsuki! You bought them for me!” you beamed. You reached for them but he pulled them away, shaking his head. 

“No, babygirl. I bought ‘em for me,” he smirked. “Put ‘em on.”

“But Katsu, you know we don’t walk around wearing shoes in the house.”

He leaned down and dragged his lips across yours, whispering, “Who said you’re gonna be walkin’?”

You bit your lip and crossed your wrists behind his neck, pressing yourself against his hard body. “Katsuki,” you whispered, “you make me feel incredibly sexy.”

He clicked his tongue. “Nah babe, you are incredibly sexy. I’m just enjoyin’ the view.” He kissed you, deep and slow, circling his hot tongue around yours. You moaned in his mouth when he took two handfuls of your butt and squeezed, pressing his growing erection against your hip. 

“Hang on, baby,” you said, breaking the kiss. “I’ll be right back.”

You scampered off into the bathroom again, Katsuki biting his lip at the jiggle in your butt as he sat down on the bed. 

About a minute later, the doors opened just enough for one naked leg to peek outside. Your husband, who had been leaning back on his elbows, sat up in anticipation. 

You let the doors open slowly to reveal yourself standing there in nothing but those sexy, strappy heels. Katsuki’s Adam’s apple dipped; his deep crimson pools consumed you with every slow, seductive stride you took towards him. 

“Goddamn, baby,” he croaked, licking his dry lips. He sat riveted and rapt by your naked form; not a single movement you made went unnoticed by him. With your legs more shapely and your ass stacked in those dangerous shoes, Katsuki’s amber orbs were set ablaze, hungry and eager to conquer and devour you. 

You looked down to see his full, hardened shape straining against his pants as if begging for your touch. You leaned down and squeezed the head of his chubby dick, making his sticky pre leak out onto his thigh. 

Katsuki growled and in a breath you found yourself on your back with your horny husband pushing your thighs open with his knee. 

You rubbed the soft skin of your legs against the rough material of his ripped jeans, your swollen folds already shimmering with your slick. You watched with need as he unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants and boxers down around his strong thighs, his meaty cock slapping hard against his lower abdomen. 

“Fuck, baby.” He looked down at you with wicked, lustful eyes and groaned, “I wanna feel those fuckin’ straps diggin’ into my shoulders while I wreck that little pussy of yours.”

k. bakugou m.list

[kingdaddydaichi]

1000th Post Special!

Back by popular demand...

Dad/Dilf!Katsuki Bakugou Headcanons

₰ pairing: Dad!Dilf!Katsuki Bakugou x f!Reader

₰ wc: fuck, idek

₰ cw/an: my 1000th post (yay)!, katsuki is aged up (as per usual), dad/sfw section first, dilf/nsfw section last, mdni, tbh i'm so fucking exhausted rn so kindly let me know if you see something that i should include here and i'll be happy to do so, hold onto your ovaries my fellow bakuhoes!

₰ Dad!Katsuki (sfw)…

…chuckles when his kids wrap their tiny arms around his thick ones yelling “lift us up, Daddy!” He proceeds to do bicep curls with a kid hanging off each arm while they laugh and squeal. Lifting kids is a great workout for his arms, back, and chest.

…whose baby daughter’s first laugh was at him yelling at you to please help him because she’d had a blowout and baby shit was leaking out the legs of her diaper onto his arms and chest. “Oh my fucking god, baby! Fucking help me!” he cried with his face twisted in disgust. You gingerly took her in your outstretched arms, giggling along with her as he slowly got up to go clean himself up, bitching the whole way up the stairs about how fucking gross babies can be. “Jesus fucking Christ what the fuck are you feeding her?!”

…loves your body even more after having his babies.

...sees your cellulite and stretch marks as reminders of what you and your body went through to carry and deliver the lives he helped to create. Literally all he had to do was cum. You bore the full brunt of the trauma a mother’s body naturally takes on then fucking smiled and cried tears of joy after being literally ripped apart (in one of the most awful places he might add).

...tried and failed to choke back the tears when you thanked him while breastfeeding for the first time.

...shook his head and pushed your hair back before planting a long kiss to your forehead, his wet cheeks pressed against your glowing face. You’d never looked more beautiful and he couldn’t stop telling you he loved you. And all those little imperfections on your body still remind him of the things you’ve put yourself through because you love him so much.

…LOVES grilling out. Has a really nice built-in grill on your large backyard patio with a sink on one side and a mini fridge on the other.

…had a large, detached shed built in the backyard for all his tools and work-related gear.

...keeps it under lock and key to keep the kids out when he’s not in there to make sure they don’t hurt themselves.

…also had a custom safe added onto the back of your master closet in which to store his “battle suits” (refuses to call it a costume. “It’s not a fuckin costume! Do I look like a goddamn clown to you?! Tch, this isn’t ‘dress-up’! It’s purely functional and just so happens to also look fuckin cool as shit!”) The safe is huge too, like an additional closet with a combination lock. Gotta keep his brats away from his grenades, gauntlets, and grenadier bracers.

…has the Dad Look™️ when the kids start getting out of line.

...usually doesn’t even have to say anything because they know all too well how loud he can get when they don’t listen.

...just has to clear his throat a certain way and they’ll stop whatever they’re doing to find him staring at them with his crimson eyes narrowed at them. Most of the time they get the message that Daddy is gettin’ real tired of their shit and is not in the mood to be trifled with.

…had never laid a finger on any of his kids until his teenage son bowed up to him ONCE, thinking he was man enough to challenge his father’s authority. The teenager had broken his curfew one night so Katsuki told him to give him his car keys. “Nah, fuck that, I’m out! I’m not a kid anymore, old man,” your son said and started towards the door with his keys in hand.

…moved faster than it took you to register what was happening.

…got right up in his son’s face, so close that the breath coming out of his flaring nostrils made the boy’s hair flutter. “Give me the keys,” the older Bakugou growled. “Now!” Your son, who got his build from his dad, put his hands up and tried to shove him out of the way. You gasped, knowing things were about to get really bad really fast. Sure enough you saw the anger flash in your husband’s eyes and the fear in your son’s, but he didn’t back down. “Katsuki!” you cried, afraid he was about to rage.

...grabbed his son by the collar and shoved him against the wall so hard it knocked the breath out of the boy as his keys hit the floor with a clamor. “You think you’re a man now, hah? Is that it? You think you’re man enough to throw hands with me? Well then let’s step the fuck outside, boy, cuz I’d love to see you try!” Katsuki said with that vicious grin of his. Your son surrendered, his open hands up by his head, his heart trying to pound its way out of his heaving chest and run to safety. “Katsu. Baby, let him go!” With a wild look in his eyes Katsuki harshly released his son. “Get out of my sight,” he hissed. “‘Fore i fuckin hurt you…BOY.” That was the first and last time your son tried his father.

…wow, that last one got away from me a bit. 😬

…made his son the proudest kid in the school when he showed up for his 4th grade class’s Parent Career Day. The other kids gawked and exchanged words of excitement when the cool and famous Dynamight walked through their classroom door. They were all so engaged with him as he talked, and asked him loads of questions. They all got his autograph and took a class photo with him that they later all got signed copies of. Your son beamed brighter than the Sun that day, and his friends went on and on about how cool it was that the pro hero was his dad.

…whose daughter is a card-carrying daddy’s girl. She clings to him and went through a terrible separation anxiety phase when she was a toddler. Almost inconsolable every time he had to leave. It didn’t matter how many times he kissed her forehead and promised he’d come back as soon as he could, after he walked out the door she would cry for what seemed like an eternity saying “Daddy” over and over as if chanting his name would make him reappear. It was AWFUL. Whenever he had to be gone for days at a time on missions, he would talk to her on the phone or FaceTime with her whenever he could, which helped immensely. And when he finally did come home? Oh watch the fuck out because she would barrel through the house, running as fast as her little legs would carry her to fling herself into her daddy’s arms. For the next couple of days she would cling to him every chance she got. It was comical sometimes the way your husband would walk around with a toddler glued to his hip. And the times he couldn’t hold her bc he was cooking or taking a piss, she’d stay as close to him as he’d let her.

...would look down to see her little fingers slide underneath the bathroom door saying “Daddy go peepee?”

...just shook his head and groaned. “Not a moment’s peace, huh sparkler?” What really took the cake though was the jealous phase she went through with you! The first time she pushed you away when your husband leaned in to kiss you, it hurt your feelings so bad you had to go cry in your bedroom.

...scolded her and put her down, refusing to pick her up again until she stopped wailing and reaching for him. “I love Mommy very much and wanna hold her too, sparkler,” he told her. “I don’t want you to ever push her away like that again. That hurt her feelins. And mine too.” Oh her little carmine eyes went wide at that. She never wanted to feel her father’s disappointment ever again. “M’sowwy, Daddy. I don’wanna huwt feewings anymore,” she said while shaking her cute little head.

...picked her up and hugged her saying “That’s my girl. Let’s go apologize to Mommy now, okay?” With her head tucked neatly against his neck, she nodded, sniffling. “‘Kay.”

...carried her to your shared bedroom and slowly opened the door. When she saw your tear-streaked face she made grabby hands at you. Katsuki put her down on the bed and she crawled into your arms to hug you. “M’sowwy, Mommy. I won’t make you cwy again,” she said, which made you smile against her hair. “Thank you, baby,” you cooed before looking up at Katsuki.

...sat down on the bed next you and said, “Now, I’m gettin that kiss” before pressing his lips to yours, smiling. “Love you, babe.”

…(while we’re on the subject of kisses) was mortified the first time his little girl kissed him on the lips. It was just a quick peck, but Katsuki.exe stopped working for 20 whole seconds.

...had no idea how to react, just sat there with his eyes as big as saucers. You started giggling at his dumbfounded expression.

...was so confused. “I-is that…even legal?” he whispered to you. “Wh-what do I do, (Y/n)?” You shrugged. “I legitimately don’t know?” you mouthed. Both of you were trying not to react the wrong way. “Fucking Google it!” he whisper-yelled.

...sat her down and told her to keep playing while you and he went to talk for a few minutes. After a little bit of research and a quick conversation about it, y’all went back into the living room and sat down with her.

...never dreamed he’d be having a talk with his 3-year-old daughter about kissing. This is gonna be interesting if not entertaining, you thought to yourself. You’d both agreed that Katsuki should be the one to talk to her. It was ultimately his decision after all, and it wouldn’t be right for you to set his boundaries with her. “Hey, sparkler, c’mere a minute.” He patted his thigh and she happily crawled into his lap. “I wanna talk to ya about that kiss ya gave me.” She looked up at him with those sweet doe eyes and nodded. “Why’d ya do that?” “S’cuz I love you, Daddy.”

...gave her a crooked smile and said, “I love you too, baby girl. More than you’ll ever know…but…” He looked over at you with a nervous look in his eye. You grimaced a little, not envying his precarious position one bit. Since high school, he’d gotten much better at having delicate conversations, especially after you two started dating. But this was uncharted territory for both of you and would put his communication skills to their most challenging test yet. “…but I uhh-let’s just stick with cheek and head kisses, alright?” “But why?” she whined. Oh boy. “Well, because that’s what I like more.” “But Mommy kisses you on the lips all the time!” “Yeah, but…she’s my spouse. When people get married they’re the only ones allowed to kiss each other on the lips.” “I wanna marry you too, Daddy!”

...shook his head slowly. “I’m sorry, sparkler, but parents aren’t allowed to marry their kids.” “But why?” This hole just kept getting deeper. You rubbed Katsuki’s arm, silently communicating to him that he was doing great, encouraging him to keep going as he looked at you with desperation in his eyes. This was by far the most painfully uncomfortable conversation he’d ever had. “It’s a little hard to explain and it’ll make a lot more sense when you’re older, so for now all I can say is that it’s wrong. Do you trust me enough to believe me for now until you’re a little older?” “Yes, I twust you, Daddy. I bewieve you,” she said with a sad, downcast face.

...hugged her tight and kissed her on the top of her head. “I love you so much, baby doll. Thank you for understandin.” With her arms still wrapped around her daddy’s neck she looked at you and said, “You awe so wucky, Mommy.” You covered your mouth, trying not to cry as you nodded. “I know, baby. I love your daddy more than any other man in the whole world and I’m very lucky to be married to him.”

...smirked at you, the love that exploded in his warm chest spreading all the way to the tips of his ears.

₰ Dilf!Katsuki (nsfw)…

…is still buff as fuck well into his 40s. Like, his scowl smile lines are deeper, and you catch the occasional silver hair when it glints in the light just so. But he’s always taken great care of his body and it shows. The padding over his thick muscles has grown fleshier, and maybe he's got a 6-pack now instead of an 8-pack, but he’s stronger than he’s ever been and just as easy on the eyes.

…has always had a high sex drive and that didn’t change one bit after your first child was born. As soon as you were cleared to start having sex again, Katsuki sighed in relief and you both eased back into it. So once your first infant became a toddler who could turn doorknobs, you and Katsuki learned the hard way that you had to start locking doors during sexy time.

…was balls deep in your pussy, wet hips clapping against your ass as he pounded into you while holding onto the headboard. Your desperate whimper turned into a shriek when you heard a familiar little voice behind you. “Daddy? Is Mommy okay?” your son cried out as he hugged his favorite plushie before sticking his thumb back in his mouth.

...let out a string of curses as he threw the covers over your naked bodies before pulling out. You kept your face buried in the pillow, mortified that your innocent little boy just caught an eyeful of his dad’s bare ass popping and flexing and ksnbxjsjjdnn you didn’t even want to think about what else he probably saw. “Yeah haha, Mommy’s fine! Right, Mommy?”

...put his mouth right up next to your ear and hissed, “Help me the fuck out here! It doesn’t look like you’re okay when you’re suffocatin yourself with the damn pillow!” You turned over and pulled the sheet up to your chin. “Yes, sweetie, I’m perfectly okay!” you promised with something between a cringe and a big smile on your face. My gods, you couldn’t even look him in the eye. “We were just…uhh-umm…” “…playing a game!” Katsuki chimed in. “Wif no clothes on?”

...sighed and nodded. “Yeah. Grownups play some really weird ass games sometimes.” Your little boy just stood there, staring at both of you while sucking his thumb, almost like he wasn’t buying it. “Sweetheart?” you sang, “Why don’t you go wake up your other plushies so Mommy and Daddy can get dressed and make breakfast, okay?” “Okay, Mommy.” He gave his father one more suspicious look before slowly walking out of your bedroom.

...looked over at you and lost it, falling back against the headboard while roaring with laughter. “Katsu, stop it!” You slapped his arm. “This is not fucking funny!” But your husband was in literal tears, his loud ass cackle echoing off the bedroom walls. “Ah fuck!” he wiped his eyes. “I ain’t even mad that I’m gonna have blue balls after this!” he howled before sobbing with laughter again. It took you a few days, but eventually you were able to laugh about it too. You're just grateful that your sweet little boy was too young to have formed any long-term memory of that horrifying event.

…smiles and swings his squealing daughter up around after scooping her up in his arms when he comes home from a long mission.

...takes one look at you though and immediately his loins begin to stir.

...props his little girl on his hip and watches as you prance towards him, telling him how happy you are that he's finally home before yanking you up against his side and laying a long, wet kiss on your mouth.

...drags his teeth over his pouty bottom lip while heat spreads across your pretty face.

...kisses and hugs and squeezes and cherishes his daughter before setting her down, explaining that he’s gotta go to the bathroom. And no, it can’t wait. Not if he doesn’t wanna have to explain the long, hardening bulge in his pants.

...winks at you with a daring smirk as he heads back toward the bedroom. You sit your daughter back down at the table to continue coloring, explaining that you've gotta go use the bathroom too before padding after Katsuki.

...is waiting for you behind the door, shutting (and locking!) it before backing you up against the nearest wall and consuming your lips with his. Hands groping at body parts, fingers squeezing flesh, clothes flying every which way. "Mmfuck, missed you so fuckin much, baby," he growls against your neck before sucking your skin between his teeth. You try to keep your whines and moans to a minimum while reaching between his legs for his hot erection. "Missed you too, Katsu," you say before biting his bottom lip. "Need your cock so bad, baby." "Fuck," he hisses when you squeeze the swollen head of his thick cock.

...practically smacks your hand away, grabs the back of your thighs and picks you up. Your arms wrap securely around the back of his thick neck, tongues plunging into each other's mouths as he pushes you up the wall.

...frantically reaches under you to bring the tip of his drooling cock to your entrance and pushes past your tight ring of moist flesh with a soft pop. Your fingernails dig into his back, and you bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out as he slowly buries his hard length deep inside you. A quiet whimper escapes Katsuki's lips when he bottoms out, stilling to keep from cumming prematurely as your walls flutter around him.

...slowly pulls out until just the angry red tip is all that's left inside you. His breath is hot against the side of your face when he thrusts his shaft back inside you, faster this time. Harder. With your ankles locked around his butt you meet his movements, rutting your clit against the tight, glistening honey-colored curls around the base of his cock.

...whose heavy balls draw up closer to his body with every deep thrust, so full of cum he can already feel the beginning of his orgasm pooling, burning up the base of his spine. Time and again he slowly pulls out just to spear you with his aching cock. Over and over. "Shit, (Y/n)," he breathes into your mouth. "I'm gettin so fuckin close already. Want you ta cum on my cock, sweetheart." "Faster, Katsu...oh god!"

...whose blunt fingernails create red crescent moons in the plush flesh of your hips as he pulls you down into his thrusts at a bruising pace. "Yeah baby, keep fucking me just like thahhhh god! Gonna cum, Katsuki! Please!" "That's it, pretty girl, cum for me," he groans, teeth raking over your exposed throat. Your fists pull at his ash blond hair as ecstasy sets every nerve ending in your body on fire. "Oh fuck, baby yeah. Milk my cock with that sweet pussy...mmfffuuuck." With a loud grunt, your husband's legs tremble and his hips slam into yours one last time before coming to a dead stop, unloading almost a week's worth of his sticky hot semen into your throbbing cunt.

...is still cumming when it starts to leak out and drip out of you, his full length still nestled all the way inside you as his nut drips into a small, white puddle on the hardwood floor beneath you.

sorry, that's all i have time to write atm. i'm super sleepy and gotta eat something before getting ready for bed so gotta quickly stick this in the queue. i'll write more dilf!katsuki content soon! my pretty little head is so empty from all the katsuki brainrot today. i'm grinning like an idiot tho. this was fun.

more dilf!katsuki hcs here

reblogs always appreciated! ❤️

[kingdaddydaichi]

the savagery of k. bakugou

↳ pairing: dilf!husband!katsuki bakugou x wife!reader

↳ wc: 600+

↳ cw/an: nsfw, mdni, parent sex, katsuki is 44, teenage son/gf are 18 so don't come for me, (s/n) = son's name, when this idea popped into my head earlier i knew i couldn't rest until i'd written it

↳ synopsis: katsuki bakugou has always been a force with which to be reckoned. with age, however, it seems his personal brand of savagery has become quieter...and more insidious

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You’re sitting in bed together one night, Katsuki reading while you rested your head on his chest reading along with him. It was quiet and peaceful, your husband’s steady heartbeat slowly lulling you to sleep. You began to hear a slight squeaking noise and when it hadn’t stopped a few seconds later, with your eyes still closed, you listened more intently, trying to figure out what it was or where it was coming from. 

“The fuck is that?” Katsuki grumbled.

Just then your eyes shot open as you sat bolt upright in bed. “Katsu!” you said, grabbing his arm.

“What?” he said, even more concerned once he saw your horrified expression.

“(S/n) and his girlfriend…they’re fucking!”

Katsuki’s widening eyes stared down at his blanketed feet, unfocused, his senses zeroing in on the sounds. Sure enough, the noises were coming from the direction of your teenage son’s bedroom. Right about that time you both heard a moan and your heads snapped around to look at each other. Your hand flew to cover your mouth as it dropped open. Surprise was the only expression on his face, but was unreadable otherwise. 

You knew your husband though. There was no way he would stand for this. You silently counted the heartbeats that drummed inside your ears, wondering how many would pass before your husband sprang out of bed and stormed down the long hallway. Any second now, the 44-year-old beast of a man would snap.

His features softened as a smirk took shape on his amused face. His shoulders relaxed and he reclined back onto his pillow. 

Who is he and what has he done with my husband?

“Katsu? Aren’t you gonna stop them?”

He chuckled and slipped his hand into your hair. “Nah, I’m gonna outfuck them…” he murmured against your lips before pressing his against them. Soft, wet, seductive.

For a moment you were frozen, shocked that he seemed to be having the complete opposite reaction of what you’d expected. But then the mischievous grin crept across your face as the realization sank in. Wordlessly agreeing that, yes, your teenage son hearing his parents going at it would be far worse than anything else, you smiled against Katsuki’s lips as you kissed him back. "Competitive as ever, I see," you whispered into his mouth.

A few minutes later (s/n) was balls deep inside his girlfriend when they both suddenly stopped. The noise was subtle at first, and with her hands pulling his face to look at her, his girlfriend whispered, “What the hell is that?”

But within a few seconds he knew all too well what they were hearing.

The sound of your headboard began to bang into their ears and her eyes flew wide open. “Wait- is that…?”

Your son’s motivation began to deflate, particularly when Katsuki’s voice came barreling down the hall: “AH FUCK YEAH, BABY! YOU ALWAYS TAKE MY FAT COCK SO WELL! SHIT!”

The pace at which your husband pounded into you was distressingly discernable. There was the unmistakable rhythm of the headboard, yes, but accompanying it was the melody of your whimpers every time the thick head of his cock bullied your cervix.

“Mm- Ka- hah- tsu- ki- hmm! You- hah! Always- nnhh- fuck me- so ahhh- so fucking good- mmhahh- fuck baby! Yes hahhh!”

“OH GODDAMN, (Y/N)! I FUCKIN LOVE THE WAY YOUR PUSSY LEAVES THOSE PRETTY CREAMY RINGS ON MY DICK, BABY!”

Your son shriveled up faster than he would’ve if he’d stuck himself into a pile of snow. He rolled off his girlfriend and all either of them could do to protect their inexperienced ears from the assault of the loud sex his parents were having was to cover their heads with pillows to keep the traumatizing din to a minimum.

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[kingdaddydaichi]

Katsuki Bakugou not giving a fuck about you while he drives away from your place.

You'd yelled at him to leave, tears streaming down your face, angry that he had led you on only for him to act like he felt nothing for you.

He thought about how little he cared about your smile. How few shits he gave about all the times you'd run your fingers through his thick, unruly blond hair. He rolled his amber eyes at the idea that his heart especially ached on the nights and days you didn't spend together. The great explosion user gripped the steering wheel harder, the leather protesting and smoking underneath his sparking death grip.

You'd cried and told him that he was too scared to be loved. He had scoffed and told you he wasn't scared of shit.

But now he was scared shitless.

Scared that he might lose you forever.

He white-knuckled the steering wheel, strategically yanking it around while pulling on the hand brake before speeding off in the direction from whence he'd come.

He didn't give a single fuck that he scraped the front scoop of his expensive Audi R8 pulling back into your driveway.

His voice came through louder than the banging on your front door. "Oi! (Y/n)! Come open the damn door!"

You approached the door slowly, hugging yourself. If he forgot something, couldn't he at least have the sensitivity to wait another day to come back for it?

Not yet knowing that, no, it couldn't wait. He could never forget you.

[kingdaddydaichi]

⋆ pairing: katsuki bakugou x f!reader

⋆ wc: 2.5k

⋆ warnings/notes: nsfw, mdni, something i wrote like...over a year ago? and just found recently, Daddy/babygirl & Dom/sub dynamics, oral sex (m. receiving), thigh riding, mention of cock worship, katsuki calls reader ‘slut' and ‘bitch’, degradation, hair pulling, ass fingering (f. receiving), proofread in a hurry so excuse any errors/shitty writing

“Who was that?”

“Hm? Oh, the guy that wants to buy my car. He came by to take another look at it.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed. I bet he did. “Why don’t you let me take care of that shit, huh?”

“Umm…” You always got a little attitude whenever you thought Katsuki was insinuating that you couldn’t handle something on your own. “…because I can take care of it myself? Because I’m fully capable of handling my own business?”

“I never said you weren’t! I just wanna do shit for you. Isn’t that what boyfriends do sometimes?”

You realized your incorrect assumption and grumbled in agreement after all. “Yeah, the good ones anyway.”

He hugged you from behind and kissed the top of your head. “Then I’m gonna be the best boyfriend in the world and take care of my girl.”

You giggled and mumbled. “Mhmm and the most jealous too.”

“I’m not fuckin jealous!” he barked.

“Oh, don’t think I haven’t noticed that you get possessive any time there’s another guy around. Sometimes other females too,” you teased.

“Hell yeah, I’m possessive! You’re mine! But I’m not fuckin jealous. Tch, what is there for me to be jealous of, hah? Those other motherfuckers ain’t got shit on me…Oi! Are you laughin at me, dumbass?”

Your hand was covering your mouth, but Katsuki had heard the pfft that escaped from your lips. “I’m sorry baby, I can’t help it! You make me laugh when you talk like that.”

He let go of you and stomped towards the living room, mumbling something about it not being funny.

You know that he’s vulnerable and sensitive deep down, and that sometimes you take it too far or you catch him on a bad day when he’s not in the mood for play fighting. You know his tells: crossing his arms and storming off, pouting, sometimes slamming the door of whatever room he retreated to in order to lick his wounds and feel sorry for himself.

He usually either goes to his office/man cave, your shared bedroom, or the garage. Your compassion never fails and your nurturing mode shifts into high gear. After giving him a few minutes to himself, you went looking for him.

Katsuki had been checking his emails, but couldn’t shake the frustration of not being taken seriously by the woman that he loved. Did you not respect him?

There was a soft knock at his office door and he rolled his eyes. “What?” he said gruffly, Katsuki code for come in.

You opened the door and walked in to find him sitting at his desk, staring at the monitor.

“Hey baby,” you said in your soft angel voice.

He’d probably never admit it, but you completely disarmed him every time you spoke to him that way. You were a beautiful, defenseless creature for whom he’d always gone into protective mode on sheer instinct.

When you stood next to his chair, he looked at you out of the corner of his eye, keeping his frowning face propped on his fist. You put your hands on his hard shoulders and started rubbing and massaging him.

“I’m sorry if I went too far, Katsuki.”

He didn’t respond. The silent treatment was his go-to punishment whenever you poked the beast at the wrong time.

You lowered your head next to his and softly said, “Hey…” When he made eye contact with you again, you continued, “I love you and respect you very much, babe. I shouldn’t have teased you so much. I can tell you’ve had a rough day. Please don’t be mad at me?”

How the hell was he supposed to stay mad at you when you looked at him with those sad, pretty eyes? He huffed and pushed his chair back a bit, just enough to serve as an invitation for you to sit on his lap and hug him.

“Shut up," he grumbled. "I can be mad at whoever I want." At least he’d finally spoken to you, which was his way of accepting your apology. “Maybe I’ll let you make it up to me.”

“Would it help if I do this?” You cupped his pouting face in your hand and placed a delicate kiss on his lips. He kissed you back begrudgingly, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of knowing that he’d already forgiven you.

As long as you continued to shower him with attention and love and affection, he would secretly milk it, eat it up, and love every fucking second of it.

“Hmm…what about this?” You slinked down to the floor in front of him and rubbed his thighs, keeping your eyes locked on his as they followed your form downwards. Your hands reached further up his legs and you pushed your thumbs into the muscles of his inner thighs, massaging him. “I promise I can make you feel better.”

He maintained his poker face, but shifted in his chair, his growing erection becoming uncomfortable in the tight quarters of his pants. You noticed the outline of his cock taking shape and bit your bottom lip into a smirk.

You slid one of your hands further upwards, dragging your fingers over his balls and over the length of his clothed penis. He clenched his jaw at the growing ache you'd created between his legs. You stroked his cock a few more times before carefully unbuckling his belt and unfastening his pants.

Your movements were painfully slow, but you finally reached down into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled his rock-hard dick out, providing him with immediate relief from the discomfort he’d been biting back. The pleasure of feeling your small hand wrapped around his manhood, the relative size of which made his cock look bigger than it already was, throwing in an ego boost for good measure.

You resumed the act of stroking his cock inside your fist, mesmerized by the sensational juxtaposition of his warm, velvety sheath of skin sliding over his smooth steel-hard shaft. He could keep pretending to be unfazed by your antics, but his body betrayed him. You shifted from your haunches onto your knees and began placing kisses, from the head of his cock down along the underside of his length, all the way to his balls, licking the most prominent vein along the way.

Curious how much teasing he could endure before giving in and ordering you to stuff your mouth with his cock, you flattened your tongue and traced a slow line all the way back up before once again stroking him with your hand. You looked up at him, his mouth hidden by the back of his fisted hand, his narrowed amber eyes locked on you.

He was not going to give in and he most certainly would not beg. He’d sooner wait until you left the room and jack himself off than give you any indication that he was literally sitting on the edge of his seat, silently willing you to suck him down.

Unfortunately for him, however, his body told the true story.

The flexing of his glutes, the knuckles of his hand going white around the arm of his chair, and the bead of precum leaking from the tip of his cock told you everything you needed to know. He was practically squirming with anticipation.

Deciding that it would be counterintuitive to further tease him while seeking repentance for doing the same, you once again brought your mouth to his sex and swirled your tongue around the head of his throbbing cock. You wrapped your lips around him and slowly worked him into your mouth, coating him with your saliva as you went. You hollowed your cheeks and gave a good suck before popping your mouth off him.

He knitted his brows and you could’ve sworn you heard the cracking of plastic under his hand. You looked up into his fiery eyes as you stroked him before lowering your head, taking him into your mouth again, deeper this time. When the head of his cock pressed against the back of your throat, he bit his knuckles to stifle a moan.

You bobbed up and down his cock, pressing him into your throat as far as you could before gagging. You quickly pulled away from him to swallow your gag reflex, leaving a thread of saliva in your wake, your hand taking the place of your mouth until the feeling passed.

You collected the drool in your mouth and pushed the liquid out from your puckered lips, watching it land directly on the tip of his cock before sliding down his length. You began to stroke him again, your ministrations accompanied by the squishing of your saliva every time his cockhead popped through your encircled fingers.

You took him inside your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks until they burned, sucking him for all he was worth. You glanced up at him to find him with his head thrown back while white-knuckling both arms of his desk chair.

Just when you thought how impressive it was that he hadn’t made any sound yet, on one particular upward stroke, he let out a long groan. He was shameless at this point, getting more and more feral with every pass of your lips over the sensitive head of his thick cock. He pulled your hair into a loose ponytail, lightly tugging on it to guide you along at a slightly faster pace.

“Yeah, you better worship my fucking cock. Mm yeah, suck that fat dick, you ungrateful slut.”

You moaned around him, the vibration drawing him ever closer to his end. He was so close, but wanted to degrade you a bit more to make sure you knew your place as his sub.

“That’s it, suck daddy’s cock just like that, yeah? Yeah? You want me to cum down that pretty throat of yours? Then work for it, bitch.”

Your pussy clenched at nothing, the contraction causing some of your slick to drool out and leave a wet spot between your thighs. You whined around his cock as though begging for his cum.

“Mm fuck! So…fucking close, babygirl. Let me hear you beg for my cum again.”

You gazed up into his fiery eyes and whined around his cock again.

“Hhnnn mm baby, shit! Here I fucking cum!”

The first spurt of his seed hit the back of your throat hard and thick, nearly gagging you. The second one came swiftly after and as he rode out his orgasm, he encouraged you.

“Fuck yeah, drink my hot fucking cum all the way down your slutty throat.”

You cleaned him with your mouth, making sure to get every last drop of him.

You stood, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You straddled one of his legs, kissing him, leaning into him, pressing your breasts against his chest. He pushed his tongue over and around yours, grabbing two handfuls of your thick ass.

Your dress was hiked up to your thighs, your naked sex pressed against the rough fabric of his jeans. He used your round ass to guide your pelvis against his thigh, back and forth. Slowly. Deliberately.

You moaned into his mouth and he bounced his leg, causing you to slam down hard onto his thigh. You cried out, taking tight fistfuls of his ash blond hair and tugging.

He tightened his grip on your ass, his fingertips pressing hard into your flesh, rocking you, using his control over your thrusts to increase your speed. He flexed his quad muscle and you rotated your hips just enough to provide more friction against your clit.

He could feel your wetness soaking through the fabric of his pants and against his skin underneath. His cock was hard and raring to go once again. He helped you adjust one of your legs such that you were straddling both of his, the hem of your sundress now pushed up around your waist.

His cock was nearly flat against his perfectly sculpted stomach. He pulled you closer, pressing his length against your sopping sex, the underside of his cock stimulating your clit. He reached behind you to guide his slick cock inside you.

You sank down his entire length, letting out a single loud moan as your tight hole stretched around his thick cock, filling you up one inch at a time. You needed a few seconds to adjust to his size no matter how many times you fucked him, but once you were ready, you started rocking your hips against his, focusing on the way his cock felt inside of you with every thrust. Gods, he felt so fucking good and you told him so.

“Yeah baby, fuck me slow. You deserve to ride my cock like that.”

Your elbows rested on his shoulders, your hands gripping his hair, your forehead pressed into the crook of his neck.

He wrapped his large hands around your undulating hips, giving you more strength as you rode him. He knew the closer you got to orgasm, the more your legs would give out. He would be ready to pump his cock inside your pussy when the time came. He squeezed one of your ass cheeks before pressing his middle finger against your asshole.

“Mm fuck, Katsu!”

He groaned in your ear. “That’s it, baby, cum on my cock.”

Your pace increased while your thrusts became shallower and more erratic, the heat and the friction of your clit grinding against his pubic bone.

He pushed his fingertip inside your tight ass. “Do as I say and cum on my fat knot. Right. Fucking. Now,” he growled.

Each of your whimpers seemed to climb an octave higher than the one before. Finally, the spring in your womb came undone and you froze, completely unraveling around him, calling his name over and over. The contractions of your orgasm massaged the full length of Katsuki’s cock buried deep inside you, sending him over the edge a few seconds later.

“Shit baby, your pussy clamping down on me like that…ah fuck, I’m gonna cum again…”

As you came down from your orgasms together, still joined as one, you began to shake. Katsuki wrapped you in his arms and pulled you closer against him. Your breath was hot against his neck and he knew you were trying not to cry when you drew a ragged breath against him.

He put a hand behind your head and pressed his lips on the top of your head, sensing that this was one of the occasional times when you needed his most tender aftercare.

As much as you loved his aggression during sex, and you absolutely did, sometimes it would leave you feeling vulnerable after a particularly rough round of it.

You had more than made it up to him for giving him a hard time. Now it was his turn to hold you and give you all the love and safety he could possibly offer and as far as he was concerned, for you, that was a bottomless well.

[kingdaddydaichi]

⭐️ a/n: a quick little fluffy somethin’ I’ve had on my mind since I woke up this mornin’.

“Lose my number.”

That was the last thing you’d said to Katsuki before slamming the door to his apartment when you’d stormed out.

Now you found yourself face to face with him, your eyes locked with those fiery amber orbs you’d fallen in love with more than 3 years ago. It had been months since the breakup. You’d crossed paths with him like you’d hoped you never would but here you were.

You’d just stepped onto the platform while digging through your purse for your phone when you literally bumped into your ex-boyfriend.

You gasped and grabbed the first thing your fingers found, which just so happened to be the blond bombshell’s rock hard biceps. You recognized his charred earthy scent before anything else. In the same instant, he’d instinctively grabbed your elbows to stop you from falling before his brain even registered it was you.

He looked good. Too good. His hair was shorter than you remembered and it suited him well.

You both fumbled over your words, stuttering out awkward apologies as you collected yourselves.

“Hi.” “Hey.” You both spoke at once.

“Sorry.” “You okay?” You both spoke at the same time again before chuckling nervously. This was getting more and more awkward by the second.

“Yeah, m’fine, thanks,” you answered.

“How’ve you been?” Katsuki asked, a slight blush blooming on the apples of his pale cheeks.

“G-good,” you said while anxiously rubbing the back of your arm. “You?”

“Hah!” - Here it comes, you thought. - “I’ll always do just fine,” he said, puffing his chest out.

You averted your eyes, remembering how tired you’d grown of his posturing when you were together.

“Glad to hear that,” you said as you started past him.

He did an about-face in your direction. “You look good, (Y/n),” he said quickly as if trying to stop you from walking away just yet.

You turned and smiled sadly at him. “You too, Katsu.”

God, how he’d missed hearing you call him that. You were the only person who’d ever called him the verb for “win” in Japanese. He’d always loved that about you. It was one of many ways you’d shown that you always understood him.

Once again you turned to leave. Katsuki could only watch, his heart aching for you. And yours for him.

[9:42 pm]

Don’t Answer (KB): Hey.

You: I thought I told you to lose my number.

Don’t Answer (KB): I can’t. Still have it memorized.

…

Don’t Answer (KB): miss you

…

You: miss you too

Your phone rang. Don’t Answer (KB) appeared on the screen. You answered anyway.

Katsuki detected the tears in your voice right away.

“Want me t’come over?” he asked in his quiet, husky voice.

You took a long, ragged breath from crying since you saw him a couple of hours ago. “Yeah?” you answered meekly.

Katsuki jumped out of bed. “M’on my way.” You could hear the rustling of his hoodie as he pulled it over his head.

“Miss you so much, Katsu.” Your tears soaked into your pillow as you squeezed it en lieu of the man you loved.

“I’m comin’, (Y/n),” he assured you. “Your door code still the same?”

You sniffed. “Yeah. Never had the heart to change it.”

Katsuki smiled silently. He knew it all too well. The fact that you’d been typing in his birthdate all this time made his fevered heart swell even more.

“Hurry, Katsu,” you whispered.

“I will, I promise.”

[9:59 pm]

You heard the faint click of your front door as the pounding of your heart grew louder.

The bed dipped beside you in your dark bedroom, the covers rustling gently as the familiar sound of Katsuki’s body slid in beside yours. His strong arms enveloped you just like they always had as his breath dusted over your ear. You shuddered into his embrace, his warmth engulfing you like the flames of your love for him.

“M’here, babe. I’ve got you,” his smoldering eyes slid shut as he murmured into your soft hair. “And I ain’t lettin’ go this time.”

[yuukix0]

cant wait until tomorrow for my beloved’s birthday😍🧡🎂

[kingdaddydaichi]

I believe this is historically accurate. Kasai’s first word was “fuck” so the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. 😒 Katsuki laughed so hard he almost cried. Fortunately, Kazan’s first word was “mama”. 🥰

It’s almost impossible not to laugh when little ones swear lol! From the mouths of babes, y’know? 😅

Bless baby Kacchan👶🍼

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