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serxinns · 10 months ago

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Yandere class 1A with a reader who has helped pros from another country but has never gotten her permit. So she goes to school and ends up with new classmates who are obsessed with her?

• Your Big Sister is one of the most popular pro heroes in America ranking number 6 you always looked up to her and wanted to be like her one day, On your 14th birthday she gifted you your own hero outfit saying that you'll be her sidekick during your time you also became popular alongside your sister defeating villains helping citizens and praising your teamwork, usage of your quirk, a pot the pros and the employees of your sister agency adores you every time you walk by there's always a either a wave, a hey, or a small gift for your hard work life was great

• Until you receive a letter from the Special School called Ua saying that they require you to attend there since you never got a permit which made you feel sad that you were gonna leave your sister But she promised she'll visit and she made sure one if the pro heroes you worked with will be your new guardian

• When you 1st walked in your class most students were shocked they knew that they were be getting a new student but they didn't know it was you?!

•"introduce yourself and make it quick" Aizawa said with a tried expression "My name is y/n l/n I am the younger sibling of (sister's hero name) I hope we can all get along! Any questions a bunch of hands went up eagerly waiting

•" What's your quirk?" "are you actually the sister of h/n?" "what's working with a bunch of pro heroes like?" "Is your sister single" you answered them one by one (expect for the single part) and the class was amused you went to take a seat feeling some a bunch of eyes were on you

•After class a brunette girl, came up to you a warm smile on her face "Hi you must be y/n im Ochako Uraraka" You smiled at the girl while shaking your hands "Nice to meet you ochako you look so adorable!"

•Ochako face began to flushed with your comment her mind was all over the place "she called me cute!" her heart was racing "T-Thank you! I was gonna ask if you could sit with me and some friends they r-really wanna meet you" ochako manage to say still flushed she rushed away still thinking about you

•at lunch you managed to make friends with the glasses kid named iida a green hair boy named Izuku midoriya, and red and white hair boy named Shoto

• Ochako and 5 other girls came up to you while you were minding your business "y/n I was wondering if you would like to hang out with us! It's just a little cafe da- I mean hang out!" a girl with pink hair and yellow eyes said "Of course! That sounds fun!"the girls all starting blushing at your cute smile and adorable smile adoring it like it's the most precious thing in the world

•You soon was introduce to a hot head named katuski bakugo, a red hair boy named kirishima, a Blonde hair with a black lighting in his hair named denki and a black hair boy named sero along side with the other classmates like sato, Koji, tokoyami, ojiro and aoyama you and you're classmates all got along with each other but sometimes u question their behavior but u brushed it off

•whenever training come around ur classmates would bicker at each other about who gets to train with you and if one of them win they would glare at them behind your back when your your classmates would stare in wonder and memorize your fighting skills some even cheering for you

•They would always drag you wanting to spend time with you every chance they can get "Back off extras y/n and I are supposed to spare with each other! With shitty hair!" "Y/n promised that we are gonna have baking lessons later" " actually me and y/n were supposed to be jamming with each other" "*Kero* actually we were gonna go swimming alone" "oh please you people are crazy me and y/n are gonna go shopping together!"

•the more you spend time with them the more obsessed and delusional they get whenever you talk to other classmates who are not in their class they glare at you and try to make excuses for you to pay attention to them they even daydream you and them dating

• They are so desperate for your attention and praise that they'll always bicker about who got the most attention

•one time mineta tries to flirt and try talking dirty about u you let's just say 19 classmates are coming for his ass

•Izuku would have a secret notebook about you with everything about you even with stuff you didn't know he would talk to you like he's a shy boy but whenever you're talking with someone he's would glare at him and would gently tug your sleeve a bit trying to pull you away with a excuse of "cmon y/n we need to study" or "sorry we need to get to class now"

•Shoto and Momo would leave u expensive gifts and spoil the heck out of you momo would hug you and try to cuddle you whenever you're sitting down and if your not much of a cuddler then that's fine too hand holding is also a option

•Bakugo and Kirishima would spar with you and sometimes show off to see who's more manly

•Denki or sero would invite you to play videos games and even if your bad at the games they'll loose on purpose just to see your eyes sparkle tries to throw some flirting here and there

•iida and you would fangirl/fanboy about how cool your big siblings are and Iida would make sure you're safe at all costs being your study partner and teaching you Japanese

•Ochako and you would either make you hang out at the park with her or go to a nice hill to look at the sunset while you both race down the hill (the 2 of you got scolded by iida for staining your clothes)

•Aoyama would have a mini fashion show with Bakugo picking out the outfits for you and Momo getting all the pretty outfits making sure you're comfortable and safe revealing or not both Aoyama and momo would be squealing while bakugo pretends not wanting to be here

•Sato would bribe you with sweets to make him hang out more he'll find out by asking Izuku what your favorite dessert or treat is whenever you taste his treat he always wanted to know what you think and if you say it's delicious the dude would make more for you

•Koda would teach you what animals you wanna know if you wanna know what animal lives in Japan he talk all about that heck! He'll even bring you face to face (unless the animal it's dangerous) of not then he'll let you pet it but if you're scared if gently reassure you that the animal won't hurt you

• Tokoyami loves to hang out with you in quiet places like coffee cafes or a library trip when dark shadow tries to sneak in his real feeling for you he'll shine a flashlight at him making him hiss

•Shoji like Iida would make sure you're safe especially when you're around him shoji would tell you about how dangerous the country Japan is wanting you to be closer to him to the point where his hands are around your waist or being carried burial style

•Hakagure and Mina will always be your number one hyped girls always pitching your cheek and hugging you and if you're not a hugger that's ok! A head will do that when alone they would always gossip about how hot you are and how adorable you are they even made a secret shrine of you

•Tsuyu is a cool girl who would always take you swimming if you don't know how to swim she'll hold on to you very Tight making sure you don't drown or get those floaties to help you

•Jirou and you would have a jamming section whenever an instrument you play she'll play along with you the both of you would share your favorite playlist songs and why is most of hers love songs. Anyways she gifted you a matching t shirts of your favorite band now whenever it's the weekend yall would jam out in cute matching clothes

Ojiro would occasionally spend with you as well while making sure he doesn't hurt you loves it when you touch his tail it makes his heart race and tail wag Ojiro also loves to hang out at the ice parlor with you while talking about hero stuff and karate

They all love you and will cherish you as much as they can even convince you to join their hero agencies when they grow up they're obsession gets worse as the day goes on with how their glares will linger if they see you talking with another person and will argue at each other of who gets to spend with who

#yandere bnha #tw yandere #yandere ua #tw obsessive behavior #yandere x reader #yandere class 1a #yandere mha

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edgyleans · 6 months ago

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pro heroes bkdk who still have codependency issues from the war and struggle being apart for long so they adopt a cat. it’s more for izuku’s sake, they have a bracelet mei made that shows the others heartbeat in real time which is enough for katuski to survive a day but isn’t enough for izuku’s overthinking brain.

they went to a shelter and spent way too long in there trying to decide which kitty they wanted. the one they chose was ginger, the entire time they were there it was being an asshole to the other cats because it wanted all of izuku’s attention. they called it katsu.

katsuki 100% gets jealous of the cat and the cat 100% gets jealous of katsuki. bkdk go to sleep all snuggled up together, katsuki wakes up in the middle of the night and is on the edge of the bed. katsu is curled up next to izuku and any attempt katsuki makes to get closer to them is met with a scratch and a hiss.

when katsuki is home alone katsu will wait at the door for hours until izuku returns. they put a little cat hammock on the wall next to it so katsu can lay in it waiting for him. katsuki also waits at the door when he knows izuku is due back, so he can be the first to greet him whilst flipping off katsu.

when they’re both out katsu will greet izuku, who will pick him up and hug him, whilst glaring at katsuki.

usually when izuku is home alone and katsuki returns he’s greeted at the door with a hug that makes all of his worries disappear but suddenly there’s no one to greet him at the door. katsu is holding izuku hostage on the couch.

izuku goes away on a mission and at first katsu is inconsolable, he simply doesn’t understand izuku won’t be back for another week and katsuki would be lying if he said seeing the cat so sad wasn’t killing him. for the first three days he does everything he can to get katsu to relax. he literally cooks meals for the cat, buys a bunch of new toys and practically turns the house into a cat climbing frame. they sleep on opposite ends of the bed but on the fourth day katsuki wakes up to a weight on his chest. he shits himself initially then realises that it’s katsu. the rest of the week they bond and katsu follows him almost everywhere. katsuki has to go to work and katsu jumps on his back when he’s at the door and refuses to get off.

izuku comes home early because he wanted to surprise katsuki and finds him asleep on the couch with two cats asleep on him. the second cat is called deku.

#unlike katsu and katsuki deku and izuku don’t fight over anyone’s attention and are more than happy to share it #deku is definitely attached to katsuki more than anyone though #he will sit in front of the door with the saddest look in his eyes and make katsuki late #bkdk cats #bkdk #mha

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pi-cat000 · 3 years ago

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BNHA: something sad (Grief)

Summary: The last time Katsuki sees Izuku alive the other boy is rushing to save him. A ‘the Sludge Villain incident gone wrong’ AU.

Characters: Katsuki Bakugo

Fandom: My Hero Academia

WARNINGS: Major Character death, swearing, heavy angst. destructive behaviour.

(Additional part here)

(Grief- Katsuki self reflects and visits Izuku’s grave)

Katsuki knows he has a volatile personality, probably inherited it from his mum, and enough attitude that he has steamrolled his way through life without much difficulty. Things annoyed him easily and he got irritable at the drop of a hat. He has enough self-awareness to recognise that as a flaw, even if he had never seen it as much of a problem.

There was a difference between irritation and anger. Deku had always made him angry, inducing a burning hot sensation that ate at his insides. Now Deku was gone and he couldn't turn any of it off. It was like the world was suck behind a filthy pane of glass that he couldn’t smash through no matter how hard he tried.

Katsuki watches the head of his Kamui Woods figurine bend at an odd angle as the plastic began to superheat, having been exposed to a string of minor blasts. He had been slowly working his way through his figurine collection as both quirk training and to take the edge off his anger. Melting this figurine was particularly cathartic.

“Perhaps we should look into getting you some new hobbies.”

Katsuki shifts his focus to glare at his father who stands at his bedroom door, an expression of worry pulling at his features. No surprises there, worry was his father’s default response to anything Katsuki did these days.

“Not interested.”

“Something to get you out of the apartment,” his father continues to which Katsuki narrows his eyes. He wouldn’t be in the apartment if he had any say in it. Both his parents know this.

“Some physical activity where you’ll be able to let loose without having to worry about property damage. I have a colleague whose brother runs a kickboxing studio. I can make arrangements for you to spend time…”

“I said, I’m not interested,” he grumbles, returning to his current distraction.

“Well, I want you to think about it,” his dad instructs, “It would do you a lot of good and it’s something you’re passionate about….”

The figurine Katsuki is holding begins to blacken, colours melting away under his tiny, controlled bursts. There is an unhappy sigh from his father and the sound of footsteps retreating down the hall. He growls and the figurine explodes with a small Bang. Melted plastic is flung across his walls and floor.

He knows what his dad is trying to do…

How many times had he begged his parents for better training opportunities, for karate or boxing lessons, only to be denied due to money restraints? Outside of a few judo lessons he had received as a birthday gift from Inko one year, any combat training he did he had been self-taught.

Now he’s no longer interested, his parents are practically threatening him with extracurricular activities.

It’s fucking annoying is what it is.

He reaches for another figurine only to find that he has none left aside from his limited edition All Might collection. He lets out an angry breath, trying to rid himself of his restless irritation. It doesn’t work, and he ends up standing so he can pace back and forth, listening to the pop, pop, focusing on his tingling skin as sparks run up and down his arms. It keeps him distracted for all of two seconds.

Usually, he would be at the library studying, or going on long runs and working on his physical conditioning. Sometimes, he would meet up with a few of the loser-extras from school and they would visit an arcade. Recently, he had taken to wandering through the streets around his neighbourhood, waiting for something to piss him off enough that his mind would white-out in pure rage and could forget reality for a few seconds. Obviously, that had become a lot harder after several run-ins with the local police had had him all but permanently grounded outside of school hours.

This is what he wanted… he remains himself. His plan to piss people off enough that he received some iota of punishment was working like a charm so, of course, it sucked. He hated it, but then, he hated all the alternatives as well so what did any of it matter.

Katsuki ends up with his ear pressed against the door, listening for activity in the living room, waiting for an opportunity to make a break for it. He needs to be careful because Aunt Inko is visiting and the last thing he wants is to see her stupid, sympathetic smile.

When it sounds like the coast is clear, he creeps out, stealing down the hall. Muffled voices from the kitchen are all the encouragement he needs to beeline for the door and slip out before anyone can spot him. He’ll be in trouble for this later. He’s counting on it.

The hot summer air is a welcome change from the chill of air conditioning. There is the loud buzz of cicadas, chirping away in the sticky heat. He picks a direction and walks, not caring that he is wearing the sweatpants and the black singlet he had slept in. If someone has a problem with his presentation, he is more than willing to throw down.

Unfortunately, the relief being out of the apartment brings is short-lived. Today, a feeling of discomfort follows after him which has nothing to do with the heat. A bubbling frustration that bites at his heels as he stalks the streets. It is that feeling he has come to associate with times when all his rage burns away, leaving him numb.

He doesn’t plan to stop at the florists, he just sort of does.

He turns suddenly into the store before he can properly process what he is doing. The chime on the glass door rings and the sickly-sweet smell of the store has his nose wrinkling. Before he can chicken out and retreat, he walks to the counter.

“How much?” He snaps at the older lady in overalls manning the register, pointing at the nearest bunch of white flowers. He has no idea what type they are but that wasn’t the point wasn't it?

“Ah,” The woman squints at him, taken back “That depends how many you want?”

“I don’t care” He smacks the few yen he has on the counter, “However many that’ll get me. Don’t rip me off.”

The woman nods slowly, “Do you just want these specifically? You don’t want to add some more colour to the bouquet? White is a bit of a dower colour.”

“Whatever is cheapest…just make it quick.” He is already regretting coming in.

The woman hums, pulling out a roll of paper, beginning to place and wrap the flowers Katsuki had pointed to.

“Who are they for if I may ask?”

“No.”

“Oh? A special friend maybe,” She begins to tease.

“He’s dead,” he snaps abruptly, “and he’s not my friend. Just give me the damn flowers.” Why did people always make this shit more difficult than it needed to be?

The old hag is silent after that, awkwardly finalising his purchase which ends up being an assortment of white flowers with a few smaller yellow and red ones scattered between. It almost looks pretty and it is sickly-sweet smelling, just like the store.

He tries no to think about his destination as he walks with renewed deliberation. He doesn’t think about it right up until he is practically walking into the low stone wall nearest the gate. The shock of seeing the place has him freezing in place, breath catching. The last time he had been here had been during the funeral.

There are lines of thin, tightly packed, gave markers, rising horizontally on sets on uneven steps. There is barely room for people to pass between them on the narrow, flagstone path. Trees are scattered throughout the space, providing patches of uneven shade. The noise of the cicadas is louder here, almost oppressive in its throbbing hum. For a moment, all he wants to do is walk up to the nearest stone and blow it all sky high. Then he would be sure to flatten every marker in the place until the land was a barren waste. That would get him arrested for sure. The thought passes quickly, and his eyes slide away from the cemetery to his flowers. They don’t look nearly as nice now he has almost strangled them with an unintentionally tight grip.

He breaths out, resisting the urge to set something on fire. Slowly, he walks up the steps, passing the small temple at the entrance. Deku is buried further in, his stone modest in size when compared to the others.

“Deku…” He grows out a greeting when he arrives and it gets caught in his throat. The stone, obviously, does not respond.

Before he can accidentally blow them up, he carefully places the flowers next to the small pile already adorning the small stone. There are more offerings than he expects to be there. He recognises a few of the names from school. One larger bunch looks especially expensive and elaborate, monopolising most of the limited surface space.

‘From Yagi Toshinori’ the card attached reads. Katsuki doesn’t recognise the name.

He doesn’t know why he’s surprised, he didn’t know shit about Deku other than their shared ambition to be a hero.

“Deku…” Why the fuck is he having trouble talking, “You’re...” He stops.

“You’re a fucking moron,” he manages to spit.

“I didn’t need you to save me.” The anger is burning so hot that its almost unbearable. Pop, pop, his hands fizzle. “I didn’t want your help.”

BANG! He makes sure the explosion is directed away from the stone and up into the sky. The small shock wave it produces rustles the flowers and nearby trees. All the cicadas stop chirping at once, plunging the area into an eerie quiet. His legs feel shaky and he is practically vibrating with anger.

“What did you think a quirkless idiot could have done!”

Save his pathetic life while the real Heroes watch him suffocate from the side-lines? His brain supplies an answer. It was all a big joke wasn’t it? The bastards had all watched Deku die. That was what a Hero did apparently, wait for backup while someone died because it was safer for them. Safer for the Hero.

His legs give way and he falls to his knees, curling his hands into fists, jaw locking up. Finally, the haze of anger falls away and his mind quietens. Everything was painfully clear now. People didn’t care when Katsuki yelled, swore, and hurt other kids, because his quirk was amazing, making him amazing. What a joke. If he hadn’t had his quirk, then the Slime Bastard would have had nothing to work with, and Deku might still be alive.

“I’m…I’m fucking sorry okay." He had always treated Deku like shit and he doesn’t think, if their positions had been reversed…he doesn’t think that he would have even thought about saving someone like himself.

The truth stings. He slams his fist into the flagstone next to him and he watches it crack.

"I’m sorry…”

He was lucky…that’s all he was… He wasn’t special… he was just an average human with a good work ethic and a garbage personality who just happened to have a powerful quirk.

He wasn’t a hero…well, not one like Deku had tried to be…like Deku had been…

He didn’t even want to be a hero...not anymore...He doesn’t know what he wants.

“Damnit…” the words have no heat behind them. The explosive rage that had been burning continuously in his chest for the last week simmers, snuffing out like a candle. There is a hole where his anger had eaten away at something fundamentally him, leaving empty space.

Katsuki leans forward, letting his head thump against the stone.

#bnha #bnha fanfic #boku no academia #my hero academia #katsuki bakugō #major character death #Sludge Villain incident gone wrong #angst #all the angst #coarse language #swearing #anger and grief #visiting graves #katuski has a sad time #something sad au #fanfiction

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slutzandcuckz · 3 years ago

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Title: Sundays Are The Best

Rated M 18+ (MINORS ARE NOT WELCOME TO READ OR INTERACT WITH THIS POST. MINOR AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED)

Content Warning: all characters are 18+, soft!bakugou x bratty(ish)reader (gender-neutral language used, reader has a vagina and breasts), long haired bakugou, established relationship (they in love or whateva), overuse of the word baby, wake up sex, fingering, grinding, squirting, nipple play, could maybe possibly be interpreted as dub-con but the sexual encounter is completely consensual (reader is just being a brat), aftercare, maybe some editing errors but I hope not 😩, idk lemme know if I missed anything.

Estimated Word count < 2200 * I edit my writing too often to commit to a static number 🥴

Sundays are the best. You and Kastuki have no obligations or unwanted tasks. You could stay in bed all day if you really wanted to, and being that it’s nearly noon, you’re on the right track. The only reason you rouse from sleep is the gentle thumb caressing your cheek. The touch is too soft to hold any resentment, and how could you when your eyes flutter open to a perfect image: Bakugou Katuski on his side facing you, just barely awake himself, eyelids heavy from sleep. His long blonde tresses blanket half of his face, and his gaze leisurely roams your across your face. He looks so content; it brings a sleepy smile to your lips.

“Good morning, baby.” He says it like this every morning—with that same husky voice that brings a flutter to your tummy. And like clockwork, he cradles the back of your head and brings you into a long yearning kiss.

His greeting is returned once his lips part from your own, and you promptly burrow your head beneath his chin. Your limbs intertwine, and your breaths fall in sync. He radiates so much heat from his unclothed chest. You feel so warm and comfortable. This is your favorite part of every day. It is never skipped nor is it rushed. If you had it your way, you two would stay like this all day. You’ve coaxed him into it a few times before. He would do it more often if he didn’t have to work all the time. He enjoys cuddling just as much as you do, despite what others might think. And he always looks a little sad when he has to get up to get ready for work. Luckily that’s not the case today, and you can hold each other for as long as you want. Today your cuddle session lasts well over thirty minutes and is only interrupted by the gurgling of your tummy.

“M’so hungry but I don’t wanna get up.”

“Idiot,” he scoffs. You can hear the smile in his voice.

“Stop,” you drawl, and you playfully swat his butt. “You know m’sensitive.”

He can’t see it but he knows you’re pouting— can imagine that plump bottom lip poking out. God, you are adorable, and it’s funny how easily you get worked up. It’s because you're so soft. He absolutely loves it.

“I know,” he sighs, adjusting himself to cradle your face and mush your foreheads together. “M’sorry.”

He apologizes so easily. He’s come a long way. He’s humbled himself, especially for you.

“You’re cute when you’re fussy.”

And yet, he still finds a way to be an ass. He could at least wait until you’ve had breakfast for the banter. His jests hit different on an empty stomach.

“Hmph.” You turn your nose to the air and roll over to your right to scoot from his side, leaving Katsuki to stare at your back. “Cute my ass,” you mumble.

“Hmmm.” His voice is so deep. You can feel the vibrations of his hum even with the distance you have. But he doesn’t stay far for long. His fingers have migrated to your ass, massaging each globe with a heavy hand. “Your ass is pretty cute.” Especially with those little pink panties you got on. Most of the fabric is hidden between your cheeks. You let him massage you a bit, humming contently from the feeling before remembering you’re supposed to play mad, and Katsuki gets a smack from your manicured fingers.

“Come on, baby, don’t be like that.”

He’s much closer now, having slid you back against him, his frontside tightly molded to your back like an air-lock seal. His left hand holds your hip while his right arm slithers beneath to wrap around your torso and tug your camisole down, freeing your breasts. You can feel his long golden strands tickling your shoulder as he leans down to your ear. His warm breath sends a shiver down your spine.

“Lemme make it up to you.” It isn’t a whisper but he says it so quietly, like he’s talking to himself.

His left hand strokes the outside of your thigh. It becomes heavier and heavier, creeping further and further to the warmth between your legs, but as much as he tries to wiggle his way in, your thighs are closed shut. It’s cute how you play coy, but he knows how to play your game.

“Spread these thighs for me, baby.” He kisses those words right into your ear, each syllable loosening the reins to your tightly held pride. “Wanna play with that pussy.” You absolutely melt. “Wanna make you feel good.”

Your thighs part like the sea. He kisses beneath your ear in thanks, left arm bracketing your thigh to keep it in place. He’s adjusted you both so he can see what he’s doing and still be able to grope at your breasts. His dick is neatly seated in the crack of your ass.

His fingers dance along the frilly edges of your panties, a cute little lip poking out from the side. He ignores it for the most part, wanting to tease you a little. He even plays with the hairs unhidden by your underwear— absolutely loves how hairy your pussy is. He can remember the first time he laid eyes on your kitty. His brain nearly fried from the sight: perfect glistening folds gifted in an untamed bush of hair. God, you are perfect.

He senses you are restless for more friction, and finally takes mercy. He glides his fingers to the center of your core, sliding them up and down from your clothed hole to your gradually engorging clit. Whenever he reaches that cute little button he takes a moment to really wag his fingers from side to side, placing soft kisses to your cheek and shoulder all the while. He cycles this routine over and over, dragging the wetness seeping from your entrance further up to meet your clit. His path is growing increasingly more damp with each pass, your panties are nearly soaked through . It’s so fucking hot, he can barely keep eyes open from the pull of arousal. And the subtle humping of your ass has grown into a hard grind.

“Does it feel good, baby?” Of course it feels good. Why else would your hips rut and chase after his touch? “Does it feel good?”

You whimper ‘cause he must be teasing you. You know he knows it feels good. You’re dripping, and whimpering, and spreading your legs as wide as you can—but you know he won’t let it go until you answer. It’s quiet and indignant, but you give a “yes,” nonetheless.

“Yeah?” He’s not teasing you, he just needs to know he’s doing well; yearns to hear how good you feel—loves to hear you say it.

“Yes,” you whimper.

Satisfied with the sopping of your underwear, he quickly moves it aside, hooking the right side of the fabric on your left butt cheek to reveal your glistening vulva.

Deft and callus fingers make quick work at tracing your fluttering ring and marinating his fingers in your silky wet texture. He can feel you clenching; every cycle around the perimeter of your entrance is met with a hard wink. You’re practically begging him to fill that pretty little hole. And it’s so cute how you wiggle and buck, attempting to will his fingers into your depths. It’s fun to watch you struggle.

“So sexy, baby,” he says. “Make my dick so hard.” He should reward you for your patience.

His middle and ring finger fuse together and wiggle inside your hole. He explores for a while, completely gluttonous in his actions. It’s an adventure each time he is inside you. He likes to map out every bump and ridge, and always discovers something new to make you purr.

He finds a steady rhythm: wrist loose, fingers curling against your top wall, palm bumping perfectly against your clit. It feels so fucking good you could cry.

“Sh, sh, shh. S’okay, baby.” You are crying, chest hiccuping with each inhale. His pretty baby is so sensitive and soft, and hasn’t spared him a single glance. It makes him hard as a rock. “I know. I know.” He coos, placing a kiss to your cheek in apology before increasing the speed of his hand.

It’s so fucking sexy how your hips chase after his touch, how they swivel and hump patterns into the palm of his hand; he can feel how hard your clit is. Your movements have gone a bit frenzied, and he’s going absolutely crazy trying to keep up, attempting to follow your lead and keep his dick slotted between your ass cheeks. With each upward thrust of his hips, the head of his dick collides with his hand. He’s gonna cum in his underwear at this point, and from the look of it, you’re not far off either. You’re drooling, and your eyes keep fluttering shut. You alternate between whimpers and moans, either sound completely uncontrollable. Your nipples are so fucking hard from his pinching and pulling.

“Look at me, baby,” he pleads, left hand steadily increasing in speed. “I wanna see you!”

“N-No!”

God, you are so prissy. It drives him absolutely wild.

Suddenly, your body seizes from an unanticipated pressure building behind your clit. Your toes are curling so hard it feels like your feet will cramp. Katsuki senses that something is coming. Your wet warm walls are contracting so hard around his fingers, and you’re panting like a dog. His stomach clenches.

“Fuck! You’re getting so tight,” he whines.

“I-I—”oh fuck.

“Yeah, baby?” He sounds so desperate, and he’s humping so chaotically. His dick is so fucking hard, his boxers are nearly soaked through.

“I think I’m—” —Literally getting finger-fucked within an inch of your life. “I think! I think! I think!” You’re delirious. And something is building so quickly you don’t have time to brace yourself. It’s coming, coming, coming—

“Cumming!”

The dam breaks. Your eyes cross. Your mind is absolute static. You can’t register anything other than the strumming through your body; not how you contort, or how you sob, or how you squirt everywhere within a two feet radius.

“Yes, baby, yes!” He cries. “Fucking squirt all over me, baby, yes—”

Fuck, he’s cumming. His eyes can’t stay open to see you finish making a pool of the bed. His body tenses and his rhythm fumbles, but his hand never stops moving.

One. Two. Three more ruts against your ass and his balls drain what feels like gallons of cum. It’s thick, and gooey, and seemingly never ending, making a pathetic puddle in his underwear. It feels like he’s having a spiritual experience with how his soul literally leaves his body.

It’s like you are both frozen in time; shocks of pleasure zapping down each of your spines. And it’s precious how you cling to each other, right hands having laced together over your chest.

The come down is gradual, both pairs of limbs leisurely falling like leaves. Your heartbeats slow. You eventually regain cognizance. You can feel the heat radiating off of your bodies in contrast to the cool A/C, and it’s silent save for your recovering breaths. His fingers are still inside you, probably soft and pruned. Neither of you can muster any movement, but you’re not in a rush—the edges of reality are slowly coming back into focus.

“Fuck,” you break the silence. “I can’t believe I squirted.”

“Why,” he inquires, voice muffled by the back of your head. “You’ve done it before.”

“I know, but god, that was really intense.”

He hums in agreement. It feels like his body is falling deeper and deeper into the mattress. If he doesn’t get up soon he fears both of you will fall asleep in the mess that you’ve made.

He begrudgingly removes himself from your body, and makes his way to the en-suite. The pitter patter of the shower is heard shortly after. He was right to get up when he did because when he returns to the bedroom, you’re half conscious. He’s on your side of the bed leaning over you, gently stroking your cheek to coax you from sleep.

“Wake up, baby.” His voice is so soft and his touch is so warm. He’s just lulling you further to dreamland. “Gotta shower and eat.”

“But I’m sleepy,” you whine.

“I know,” he counters. “I promise after we’re done we can go back to bed.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay.”

The shower is needed. You pet each other gently, and exchange small kisses between rinsing the grime from your bodies. And when your shower is over, and your bellies are full, he keeps his promise and tucks you both into bed.

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saturnsorbits · 2 years ago

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Unspoken

TW: KiriBaku, Subtle Implied Reader x Bakugo, Angst, Unrequited Feelings.

The fire crackles as Kirishima tosses another log onto it's flames. Out here, in the middle of no-where on his first undercover mission for the commission he feels truly unstoppable. Excitement tingles under his skin, making his body buzz as he turns and looks at Bakugo.

Bakugo.

Kirishima tenses his jaw, biting softly on the inside of his lip to stop the butterflies in his stomach from escaping. He's had them for long enough that he's sure they'll always come back, but old habits die hard and Katsuki Bakugo has a way of making him feel like a naive love-sick teenager all over again.

'Can I ask you a question?' Bakugo cracks his knuckles, digging his elbows into his thighs as he leans forward towards the heat.

'You just did.' Kirishima grins, toothy and bright – almost forcing Bakugo to shield his eyes. 'But, go ahead.'

Bakugo inhales, slow and measured like he's steeling himself against his own words. 'Why're you here?'

'Huh?'

'They only needed one person for this mission...' He grunts. 'You could be back home, spending time with those idiots, but instead you begged to be out here freezing your ass off, on your way into fuck knows what with me.'

Kirishima shrugs, refusing to think about how heavy the stone had felt on the back of his tongue when Bakugo had announced he would be leaving for a month. A month. He'd put a request in that night, all, but demanding he be assigned the same charge. 'You're my friend.'

'Those idiots are my friends, too. Don't see them here, do you?'

'Guess I'm not like those guys.' Kirishima doesn't breathe.

Humming to himself, Bakugo stares into the fire and tries to ignore the way he can feel Kirishima watching how the flame dances in his eyes. Shuffling his feet, he shifts, but before he can move to speak, Kirishima is swallowing and spitting out another sentence.

'You're my best friend.'

Bakugo sighs, feeling his body tire. He rubs at his eyes, knuckles digging into the soft flesh as he struggles with the mess of emotions in his chest.

It would all be different if he just felt the same.

But, he doesn't.

And now... Now he has you.

Something acidic burns in Kirishima's stomach, threatening to sear through his skin. He dusts off his hands and fiddles with the leather of his new arm braces before turning back to the forest. He doesn't want to look, doesn't want to see whatever emotions are currently dancing across Bakugo's face. 'I'm going to get more wood.'

'Kiri...'

Kirishima stops, but doesn't turn.

'Eijirou.'

Breathing deep, he locks his jaw and sets his smile before twisting to look over his shoulder. Bakugo's standing now, his hands dug deep into his pockets. The firelight licks at his skin, sending odd shadows across his features that only serve to make him look prettier in the silence of wood. It makes Kirishima's heart stutter, just before it plummets to his feet.

'I can't give you what you want.'

'Huh?' Kirishima cocks his head, clinging to ignorance like a life-line.

'I can't give you what you want.'

A forced laugh grates against Kirishima's throat as he digs his fingers into his hips until he begins to feel them ache. 'I don't know what you mean, man. I'm just here because I wanted to make sure my bro had back-up.'

Bakugo freezes for a second before a sad smile forces his mouth to break into a grin. 'Okay... I just don't -.' He looks at his feet, reaching for emotions that still evade him. 'I don't want to lose you, you know.'

Kirishima blushes. The butterflies in his stomach bat their wings, reminding him of their existence and of an emotion he can't seem to let go. 'Katuski... I -.'

Bakugo stands and wipes his hands on his pants before making his way towards Kirishima. His strides eat up the ground as he advances past him and into the forest beyond. He pauses, flipping over his phone in his palm to expose the glowing screen. It's a picture, Bakugo and you pressed together and smiling. 'Sorry, – I, I told her I'd check in before we move out.'

Nodding, Kirishima can't quite seem to smile. 'Sure, man. I'll - I'll keep the fire going while you're gone.'

Bakugo reaches out, squeezing Kirishima's shoulder. 'Won't be long.'

Left behind, he watches as Bakugo answers his phone. His voice is soft and gentle, whispering sweet words to you in the darkness.

Kirishima touches his shoulder.

The warmth from Bakugo's hand has already started to fade.

#saturnssnippets #Just a little angst this afternoon…#Also: I hurt myself with this one.

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kiridarling · 4 years ago

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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

request | Can I have royalty au (soon to be king bakugou) (and soon to be queen reader) , katsuki and reader are supposed to be getting married (not to eachother) but they end up sneaking around and doing IT with eachother so top!kats , exhibition , begging , dumbification and spanking THANK YOU💞💞

this lovely request was submitted for the kissing booth event (the rest of the drabbles come out soon, ahem :)) so, if this was your request, um...hAHA whoops.

katsuki bakugou | f!reader, royalty!au, infidelity, nondescript!fiancés, angst (gasp), fingering, exhibitionism, dumbification + more! minors dni!

— 3.7k words

“C'mon, princess...can I make you feel good once last time?

You're getting married.

No more ignorance is bliss, no more I didn't know any better—this is when you put all your childish antics to the side and fucking woman up, now in charge of the safety of your kingdom and its inhabitants and whatnot. So yes, you must snuff all your adolescent tendencies, and that includes sleeping with the Crowned Prince of the neighboring kingdom behind your fiancé's backs.

But, boys are stubborn. And stupid.

Ding ding ding!

"Excuse me, Everyone!" Your fiancé announces to the crowd in your dining room as he stumbles to his feet, spoon clinking against his glass. He nearly trips, but no one sees except yourself. "I would like to make a toast."

You frown. This wasn't a part of the rehearsal dinner.

"First of all, I would like to thank you all for being able to be with us tonight," he says, shoving the glass higher in the air. As red wine splashes over the rim, you think to remind him that isn't a toast, it's the beginning of a speech, but your comments have rarely deterred the man in the past. "As you’re all aware, this marriage is vital. Not only for our kingdom, but for the neighboring kingdom as well."

Your fiancé regards the Bakugou’s with a lift of his chalice. In the coming weeks, two arranged marriages will melt the four most influential kingdoms into two, and your fiancé and his family had the genius to throw a massive Gala to celebrate it. You wouldn’t be surprised if they got off to the idea of stretching themselves so thin their hair falls out at age thirty; they won’t even allow you to choose the type of dress for your wedding.

"I would also like to thank my lovely, lovely wife, for just being so... lovely.” Your fiancé chuckles, accompanied by an uncomfortable massage to your shoulder. The guests find amusement in how whipped he is as he gazes your way expectantly, conceivably wishing to see you swoon at the compliment. All you give him is a blank face. His elation falters.

"You know, when I first met this woman, I knew she was going to be the love of my life," your fiancé shakes your glare off. You purposely block out the rest of his story in favor of folding and unfolding your napkin again, puffing under your breath at the cheesy comment.

"Sap," you grunt to yourself, obviously. You don't expect anyone to hear, but there's a snort to your right. Your eyes lift from your lap—and straight into Katsuki's smug blood red ones. He winks at you from across the table and your eyes roll at that, though there's a small smile playing on your face that's impossible to hide.

"Isn't that right [Y/N]!...[Y/N]?"

You blink yourself back to life, eyes reluctantly leaving Katuski's hypnotic ones for the pair that make you nauseous, "Oh—u-um, yep!"

The place bursts in laughter and there's even a little smile dancing on Katsuki's face. He catches you staring so your eyes divert to your lap, but his remain a physical force against you for the rest of the night.

*selene — the greek goddess of the moon

The balcony is much nicer than the ballroom.

For one, it's the farthest place you could have gone from the commotion, all the way on the opposite side of the castle. It's a solid five-minute walk when you aren't in heels and a heavy petticoat, but it provides a lovely view of your front yard, subjecting you to watch the early-sleepers leave in their carriages to call it a night. Meanwhile, *Selene watches you from her telescope the moon with a sigh and a sad smile, because she's the only one who knows how completely and utterly alone you will be.

You glare at her—the goddess doesn't waver.

Bitch.

It's no secret that Gala’s like these get overwhelming—especially when you're the center of attention. You see Lord Shinsou (Earl) stuff the eager Lord Kaminari (Baron) into his silver-plated carriage before looking around to ensure no one saw, and blanche upon seeing your figure stood on the balcony. You salute so he knows his secret is safe with you, and relief washes over his face before he too hops into the carriage. What a scandal, you giggle.

Plenty of couples resign home after that; it makes you uneasy. You're unsure as to why, but you have the ever-increasing urge to nip at your fingernails until you don't have them anymore, and jamming the sharpest point of your heel into the concrete seems like the only proper way to release enough kinetic energy before you explode.

"He loves me."

He does, embarrassingly so—so what's the issue?

There isn't an issue; there shouldn't be. He reminds you how pretty you are and you compliment his influence. Neither of you are marrying down. You look good together. The kingdom's future power couple if you will, where you two supposedly mold the great future in your peculiarly young hands. There isn't an issue. You're the one for him, and he's the one for you.

The balcony door whines open. You don't turn around, praying whoever it is will see that it's occupied and turn the other cheek. Yet, the stomp of whoever's boots only grow louder until you’re adjacent to a shadow of a being, his chin lifted towards the stars. You catch a glimpse of blond hair, though dyed a pale white by the silver moon, and you two stand in a strangely comfortable silence, watching carriages roll out of your driveway.

The silence doesn’t last for long, though. It never does.

"D’ya always go disappearing like that?"

You frown. "What?"

"I don't fuckin' know," Katsuki grumbles—he has yet to look at you. Seems like Selene captures more than one person's attention tonight. "Blinked and you were gone."

Your frown only deepens, and you return your attention to the courtyard. "I didn't know you were paying attention."

The ash-blond presses his forearms against the railing for support. "I wasn't. He was."

Oh.

"Said he wants you to come back, so," Katsuki clicks his tongue, carmine red eyes finally flicking your way through the darkness. You don’t dare look at him. “You run off often, or what?"

"Tell him I'll come back in a second," you sigh, balancing your face in your hand. Katsuki says nothing, but he doesn't leave, and you hate that you don't mind.

Until he points towards a couple crossing the lawn and says, "Oi, that's the Duke from my fiancé's kingdom. Fucker tried to poison my dad for the throne—straightened him out real quick.”

"Why are you talking to me?" You snap like a cornered animal. Katsuki lifts an eyebrow.

"What? I can't have a goddamn conversation?"

"I—" your chest rises and falls with a reason to why he can't, but you can only come up with one—and you don't want to think about it.

"Listen. I don't like these things either, alright?" He huffs defensively, so defensively that you have to take a step back. "If I have the opportunity to get some fresh air, I'm gonna fuckin' take it."

You shrug, supposing it makes you one and the same. The wind blows, not harsh, but harsh enough to ruffle your gown, and make the gold jewelry decorating Katsuki's tunic jingle.

“So. I guess this is it, ain’t it?”

You sigh, “Katsuki, you know we—“

"Yeah yeah, that's all you fuckin' say," he growls bitterly, and you blink in a poor attempt to find where the animosity came from. His face twists in an ugly way as he sits his hands on his hips, nose scrunched to mockingly pitch his voice that doesn't sound like yours at all. "We can't, we shouldn't—"

"Because we shouldn't!" You nearly shout, and Katsuki jumps from how quickly you raise your voice. "Because—because if we get caught, we're fucked. And I can't go to sleep terrified that I'll wake up to an exposé tomorrow morning and get beheaded by the afternoon. So...please. Just stop."

Katsuki clicks his tongue.

"You don't love that asshole."

Your throat feels tight—much too tight to be comfortable, and your chest rises and falls with disbelief as you search for the words before you can talk again, eyes never dropping from the stars. You've had this conversation, fuck, you have it too often; often enough to know that he would say those exact words, and enough to know precisely what you'll say in response.

"I love him, Katsuki."

"No, no you fuckin' don't," the ash-blond chucks a laugh and it's nothing short of acrid, his words eating away at your skin more than you'd like them to. You sigh, resting your forearms on the railing too.

"I'm not having this conversation with you."

"Always gotta be so goddamn emotionally unavailable, huh?" He growls, glare set on the mountains presented in front of you. You feel his suit jacket hit your freezing shoulders, unaware of the cool temperatures until you feel the cloth brush against goosebumps. It’s your turn to laugh bitterly.

“Careful. People might think we’re getting married to each other.”

“One day you’ll let me fuckin’ live,” he grunts, and your eyes meet for the first time. His usual red is dyed a deep purple by the moonlight, their usual hardness traded for something much softer. “Can’t even give you a jacket when you’re shivering like a goddamn leaf in the wind.”

You give him a look of utter exhaustion because you’re tired—tired of all this running around and hiding, the secrecy. It eats at your insides like a caterpillar does a leaf, knowing that you go to sleep every night to a man who’ll barely touch you, but at the same time, feeling guilty that you don’t need nor want him to.

“Why are you here?”

Katsuki clicks his tongue. His warm body settles behind yours, close enough to feel the warmth but not close enough to feel him. “You looked lonely.”

“I thought my fiancé told you to get me?” You ask, raising a suspicious eyebrow. Katsuki rolls his eyes, his arms settling on both sides of yours.

“He did. But I didn’t refuse the damn request either.”

“You saw my loneliness all the way from the ballroom. What an eyesight,” you scoff. Katsuki’s eyes narrow, but it’s clear he’s fighting a grin because you’re a little shit who loves giving him a hard time. The ash-blond’s chest rises and falls, and he bites the inside of his cheek.

“You know what I mean.”

You snort, tilting your head to the right. You suppose you do.

“And I’m marrying a bitch,” he adds to his list of grievances, his hands finding yours to gently play with your fingers. You nod in agreement. A bitch she is.

“And...I’m really going to fuckin’ miss you.”

It might as well pass for nothing but a breath, eyes trained on your held hands. His chest suspends like he has more to say, but his teeth tear at the inside of his cheek before he can. “I—fuck, I get it, okay? I’m a selfish asshole—“

“This doesn’t have to do wit—“

“And I really, really need to get my fuckin’ priorities straight. I mean, they are, just not in the way they should be.”

“Hey,” you chastise, shaking his hands for his attention. “You can’t control who you love, okay?"

Katsuki grumbles at that but you refuse, turning around to look him in the eyes.

"And neither can I.”

You let go of his hands in favor of pulling him down via his cheeks and giving him a big fat kiss on the lips. It’s peckish and brief, but it’s sweet and gets your point across. It's comfortable.

“The hell was that for?” Katsuki asks once you pull away. Though you see him struggle to hide a grin, eyes squinting more than they should.

“Easy,” you say, stepping forwards (as if there’s any space for that), “You looked lonely.”

Katsuki snorts, dropping his head, “Bastard.”

“And I’m being married off to an asshole,” you lament, pulling his face so close to the point you’re sure the strain on his back has got to be anything but sexy. He accommodates anyways—Katsuki always has; and night seems to suspend along with his baited breath as he waits for the next line, eyes shining with a painful hope you’re about to confirm.

“And I’m really, really going to miss you,” you say, shaking your head at how utterly true that statement is. Fuck.

The vulnerability slowly fades from his eyes at that, and Katsuki hums, clammy hands finding their rightful place around your hips.

“You shouldn’t call him an asshole, you know,” he says, face inching so close you can smell the champagne on his breath. “He means well.”

“I didn’t know you cared,” you quip back, raising an eyebrow. Katsuki shrugs, and you don’t realize he’s backing you up until your back kisses the cool railing.

“Well. I can’t help but feel a little bad,” he says cheekily as he inches closer, “‘Cause I make you feel so good, don’t I, Princess? Last time I checked, better than he ever could.”

You scoff at his audacity though it’s all good-natured, eyes preferring the moon over his heated gaze as he turns you around to face the courtyard.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, redirecting your attention using a finger on your jaw, “Eyes on me, Princess. You look really fuckin’ pretty under the stars, y’know.”

You snort at the compliment, rolling your eyes.

“‘M serious. A fuckin’ goddess,” he growls, leaving wet kisses up the column of your neck. Your breath hitches as he reaches your sweet spot and sucks, and you’re swatting him away before he can leave a mark.

“I sai—“

“One last time, Princess,” he bargains lowly as his hot hands slide their way from your waist to your breasts, taking their sweet time. Katsuki hooks his chin on your shoulder. “Lemme—Can I make you feel good one last time?”

You’re nodding with a whimper before you can berate yourself for being so fucking easy, the thought of not being able to indulge yourself with this, with him, any longer tosses any and all resistance out the window.

“Good,” Katsuki hums, tweaking your nipples through the bodice. “‘M gonna pay you back for being so good to me, yeah? For puttin' up with all my shit."

You scoff, mouth dropping to tell him you weren't putting up with his shit, but then a warm hand lands on your thigh—somehow, he's found a way under your dress. The hand slides up inner thigh and you feel Katsuki's chest shudder against your back as he finally reaches where you need him most.

"K-Kats—"

"Shhh, you don't want them to hear us, do you?" He grunts, pulling your panties to the side. You shiver from the change in temperature, watching another Duke and Duchess of half-drunkenly stumble into their carriages for the night, before there's a crack of a whip and hooves beat towards the exit. It's only a reminder of how painfully exposed you two are—one glance towards the balcony and any onlooker would know exactly what's happening. You hate it.

You hate that you don't.

"Atta girl," Katsuki purrs, groaning as he inserts a finger. You shiver, the weight of his being practically trapping you against the railing. "Always so fuckin' tight. I swear that asshole never fucks you right."

Katsuki's never been an impatient man and fills you with a second finger awfully fast, chuckling when you bite into the meat of your palm to hold back a whimper. His hips start to grind against the puff of your dress and he groans as quietly as he can, carelessly shoving down the sleeve of his suit jacket to bite into your shoulder.

You let out a broken moan much too loud for this time of night and it prompts Katsuki's free hand to stuff an equal amount of fingers into your mouth. "Y'know, something tells me you wanna get caught. You want the whole world to know how much you fuckin' hate that bastard, huh?"

You choke as Katsuki slides in a third digit next to the second, the slap of his palm against your pussy becoming nothing but obscene as your slick accentuates the sound. His hips speed up against your ass and that's enough friction to have the ash-blond groaning, along with the spit that drips down his forearm.

"So dirty for me, Princess," his hips stutter when you push back, tongue laving over the bite mark you'll probably have to conceal in the morning. Asshole. "You wanna cum like this, don't you? You're gonna cum all over my fingers in front of the entire royal court. Dumb little girl, can't even keep her mouth shut to keep us from gettin' caught."

You jam your heel into the balcony concrete so hard you positive it cracks before you're coming all over Katsuki's fingers, nearly choking on the ones in your mouth as you release the loudest broken moan you have that night. Katsuki's hips stutter against you and you're positive he's filling his boxers from the airy moan that follows, and his hand goes limp in your mouth before it slides out completely.

Your chests balloon in unison, his body draped over yours, and as you two catch your breath under the moonlight, you can’t help but think how much you’re going to miss this.

"Run away with me."

"I—" he does this. He always does this. He makes you feel on top of the world, acting like everything's fine, and then he pulls this shit on you. You look everywhere but him, nearly scoffing in disbelief. "Katsuki—"

"C'mon, Princess," Katsuki scrambles to flip you by the waist until your back is flush against the railing again and he’s cradling both your hands in his semi-damp ones. There’s a look in his eyes you don’t like, and it makes your chest burn. "Across the sea, people are movin’ over there and I—I know someone there, okay? Someone we could stay with, maybe help us get back on our feet an-and I found a fuckin’ ferry guy to take us across, and I can even pay him a little extra, o-or you, or—"

"Katsuki," you give him a sad smile, squeezing his hands tight. There's hope, too much hope in his eyes and it's fucking blinding. "Running away? I—this is—we have an obligation, we can't jus—"

"It'll be fine," he insists, stepping forwards and squeezing you back twice as hard. You sigh."I—the two kingdoms can merge or whatever the fuck they wanna do and then we'll be—"

"Katsuki."

"I—fuck Princess, I don't beg but goddammit, I'll do whatever you fuckin' want, get on my knees, I ca—"

"You really want to know what I want?"

Katsuki freezes. It's the first time you've ever seen some semblance of emotion in him that isn't anger or lust, with carmine red irises swimming in unshed tears—and fuck, you hate the sight. You want to shoot yourself in the fucking foot for what you’re about to do, but it’s for the best. It always is.

"Love her."

Katsuki looks at you, and his face drops, chest shuddering.

"I can't."

You drop his hands in favor of holding his face, thumbing at the hot tears running as they fall. God, Katsuki’s pretty—too pretty for his own good and he doesn’t even know it. His unsteady hands find themselves massaging your ribs and your foreheads knock together. "You need to try. Love her as much as you love me, yeah?"

"'S fuckin' impossible," Katsuki says with a wet snort, shaking his head with eyebrows raised. You giggle, throat impossibly tight.

"Almost, then? For me."

Katsuki’s red eyes stare at you through the darkness. You have half a mind to look the other way, but you figure you owe him this if nothing else, and as he lovingly absorbs your being under the moonlight for the last time, you really wish you could take your words back.

"I'll...fuck. Fine. I'll try." Katsuki resigns with a shrug, shaking his head. You two sniffle in unison and you suppress the strange urge to pinch him. "'M not gonna try to get over you, though. Sorry, not sorry."

You roll your eyes at that but it's all good-natured, followed by a choke you struggle to hide as his arms coil around your waist, "Then I won't either."

A genuine grin spreads across his face, and it’s borderline giddy—and a stark contrast against the waterworks. "She finally fuckin' admits it."

"Figured it was about time," you give him a wobbly smile before your eyes flicker to his, red blurring from being so close. Selene looks upon both of you with a reminiscent sigh.

"I love you, Katsuki Bakugou."

Katsuki sniffs before he laughs; it's wet, and near bitter, and he pulls you so close your face nearly shoves into his chest. "Fuck. Fuck, you're an asshole, you know that?"

"This is when you say it back," you bargain, squishing his cheeks. Katsuki presses his forehead deeper into yours.

"I love you too, Asshole."

He speaks with a softness you've never heard and it's like a gunshot to the heart, and as his lips inch closer to yours as your hands slide to thumb at his ears. One last kiss wouldn't hurt, would it?

Until there's a whistle and the click of footsteps. You and Katsuki jump a mile apart.

"Oh, [Y/N]! You're still out here in the cold?" Your fiancé asks with a raised eyebrow, but it seems like that's only an afterthought as he turns to Katsuki to say, "Your wife’s found the alcohol."

"Great," the ash-blond groans, understanding the translation—your fiancé is piss drunk in the ballroom.

"I do recommend you take her home. She's making quite a mess of the eclairs. And her face."

Katsuki heads inside without giving you a second glance, and your fiancé gives him a solid pat on the way in before turning to you halfway through the doorway, "Are you coming inside, Darling?"

"In a moment," you say with a smile. Your hand never leaves the railing. "Just getting some fresh air."

"Alrighty, then. I'll be in the bedroom. Waiting~" he winks, and with that, he's spinning on his heel, and you're alone with the moon again.

You watch Katsuki guide his inebriated fiancé into the carriage lovingly, with a smile on his face that isn't quite the one he wears with you but close enough, whispering whatever pleases her at the time with a chaste kiss on the cheek. You feel comfort in knowing that he has someone to love and someone to be loved by. He doesn't look your way—not once.

It's not until they drive away that you realize you still have his suit jacket draped over your shoulders. You don't doubt he did that on purpose, either.

Asshole.

#— 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 #bakugou smut #mha smut #bnha smut

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captainaikus · 3 years ago

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♱ 𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔶

♱ Parings : Bakugo Katuski x fem!reader (Bakugo is 24 and 6'6)

♱ Warnings : 18+ MDNI, Minors stay the fuck out

♱ Note : This is an 100 followers event! So this week I will be posting a series of one shots. from the fandoms I write. My blog is still a little messy :/ as I haven't made a navi and i'm still figuring what theme to go with.

I know I will come back to edit this later but it has been a while since I last wrote Bakugo. This one was lengthy cause I had a lot of ideas about this one. I will also be taking down "caught my lucky rabbit" as it wasn't enough. But don't worry! I have a series coming soon. But after I have a more grounded place on this platform.

♱ Content warnings : References to cheating (but it didn't cross excpet touching and maybe kissing?) pegging, oral sex (fem receiving), pegging, choking, gagging, exhibitionism, just an emotionally choked up Katsuki and I cried writing this too T^T cause not gonna lie Katsuki is just sweet and emotional in this , Reader is understanding and at the same time insecure about a lot of things, butt Plugs, mentions of spanking, reader is feral with that mating press (⊙ω⊙), Dacryphilia and deepthroating, mentions of praise kink? Kinda there. Just sin with fluff. I’ve been dying to see subby Katsuki. So… I did it :P

I will be writing more subby bakugo. I had another idea in mind… but I’ll probably use it another fic :)

This one is lengthy as fuck. But it’s a mix of angst, wholesomeness, smut and fluff.

Do no copy, repost or edit my work.

You could feel the stare of your lover across the room as you both sat in silence. The silence so thick, it could be cut through with a knife. The only thing heard was the bated breath of your lover and your loud thoughts that consumed your mind, causing your eyes to dart towards the moon out of your window.

“(Y/N) I’m telling you. It wasn’t what it looked like. It-“

“‘It was for the sake of the mission’ wasn’t it? ” you asked as you glared in his direction. You felt the dam that held your emotions on the verge of bursting. Threatening to let all of it out and make yourself vulnerable to the man you loved. But, you knew better. The fact that he was loyal didn’t help with the scene that had unfolded before your eyes hours prior.

“Your behavior was becoming strange everyday Katsuki. One night…you turned up home, dowsed in the perfume of another woman. And the other day, I found a shirt with a lipstick stain on it. Why was it hiding in the closet? Care to explain that?” You asked as you pointed towards the garment spread out in front of the sofa while looking at him. Clothes that were too revealing for him to wear alongside with outfits that were fit for promiscuous activities in bed were displayed before him.

From the corner of your eye, you could see him clenching his jaw. Deep in thought of how he could put the situation across. Picking up the lipstick stained shirt, you held it at the level of his gaze

“Do you know what it feels like to see something like this?” You asked as your eyes began to glass over, turning red with anger and sadness. He stared at the cloth in your hand, gritting his teeth as he heard the shaky breath come out of you. His gaze followed as you dropped the shirt on the floor, ready to walk away into the guest room to sleep.

“The girl you saw earlier. She was a class S villain. The only way I could get to her was through night and strip clubs” he said as he lowered his head, glaring holes into the floor. “I was in demand cause she took a fucking liking to me and it was the only way to get something out of her. I didn't even touch her either! Shit like that isn't allowed at the club. You know I work in an agency for heroes (Y/N). You knew what you were getting into, when you moved in with me. Fighting is not the only thing I do, like you fucking watch on TV. It reduces to levels like these. The least you could do is fucking understand without me having to tell you!”

The walls echoed around your shared home as he yelled, his voice raw with emotion.

“If we have a trusting relationship like the one you had in your mind, we wouldn’t be in this situation. If you had trust in me, you would let me be involved in your professional life too. I waited long for you to open up to me. I thought I made it past your stubbornness, but your walls are too fucking high. Did you even bother to sit down and talk to me about this?” You asked as your gaze met his. His gaze lowered in shame and his fists clenched towards his sides.

"You chose to leave me in the dark, wondering if you were okay, or if you needed me… what was I supposed to think when I followed you to the club and find you entertaining a woman who wasn’t me and letting her run her hands over you in a way only I’m allowed to-“

“It was a part of the fucking mission (Y/N). I don’t have the fucking time to deal with your stupid jealousy when you’ve been living with me and you know how my fucking loyalty is-“ Katsuki argued.

“IF IT WAS A FUCKING MISSION YOU COULD’VE JUST SAID IT BAKUGO” you yelled at him, throwing your hands hands in frustration as your tears fell on the wooden floor. His expression fell when his gaze met your sorrow filled one. Walking a few steps towards you he reached his hand out, wanting to wipe away tears that flowed down your cheeks. Not having any of it, you chose to step back putting some distance between the two of you. Letting your arms hug around your torso, you sniffed before speaking again.

“You could’ve told me Bakugo. I know I’m not a hero. I’m just a quirkless civilian and I know nothing much about the hero world. Even being a small part of it was enough for me if you chose to let me support you. But clearly, I’m not enough to be an emotional pillar for you or your career” you said in a soft tone.

Hearing these words come out of your lips, Katsuki could feel the weight of it sink in. His gaze turned blurry as his tears clouded his vision. Biting the tip of his tongue from another retort, he could feel the metallic taste food his mouth.

“I’m too tired to let his continue right now. I’m heading to bed” you said, taking shaky steps towards the room at the end of the hall.

“Where are you going?” Bakugo said as he turned around, looking at you with bloodshot eyes.

Stopping in your footsteps, you said “I’m going to sleep in the guest room. I need some time away from you”

Before he could protest, you said “for now” before turning back towards the end of the hall. Katsuki felt assured by those words that he still had hope to make amends with you. Hearing the door to the guest room close, he let the aftermath of his lack of words sink in. Waiting for a few minutes, he let his mind rest after he was convinced that weren’t leaving any time soon.

Hearing the clicking of the door in place, Katsuki walked to your side of the bed. Changing out of his clothes, he laid on the mattress, holding your pillow close to him. Nuzzling into your pillow, he drowned himself in your faint scent. He smiled sadly at the scent that still lingered in the sheets that reminded him of you, while you were in the next room. Losing himself to sleep, he whispered your name one last time, hoping that would give him a chance.

Being wide awake in the night, you let your thoughts consume you while staring at the victorian ceiling in search of answers. Should you pack a bag and leave for a couple of days until the matter settled? Did you and Katsuki really need a break? When did things get so bad? Did you demand too much out of him? You felt your head swirl in these thoughts. After having enough of thinking, you decided to let yourself flow with the day, nuzzling under the covers, letting sleep take you away.

Waking up at late noon, Katsuki couldn’t find you anywhere in the house. As much as he wished to barge into the guest room, he couldn’t find the courage to turn the knob, knowing that he would break the silent rule of violating your space. Looking through the keyhole, he found the bed neatly done with a duffel bag on top of it. Violently opening the door, till it hit the back of the wall, he stumbled towards the bed to find a set of clothes neatly packed into the bag. Angry at the sight, he flung your clothes around the room, throwing your bag against the wall while clutching onto his blonde locks. Was this where it would all end? All memories that were yet to be made and everything that had been pictures… would they stop? His eyes widened at a thought of how he could win you back. Not bothering to clean up the mess, he ran out of the room in the direction of his closet, hoping that this would work and you’d choose to stay.

Sitting near a fountain you wondered if you made the decision too quick. Waking up during the early hours of dawn, you found yourself walking towards your closet and pulling out a bag. The argument from last night made it clear. You didn’t belong in the hero world. Even though Bakugo chose to be with you he couldn’t relate where you were coming from. He had been to UA and had traveled around the world, while you were stuck in one place and had the same job each and everyday of teaching children at elementary school. He made more than 7 figures in 9 months while you stayed with him in his penthouse. The only way you had met Bakugo was through a meeting between children and heroes. He was a candidate in order to make his PR look better. Had it not been for that very reason, maybe you two would’ve never met. Making these thoughts your decisions, you decided to pack your clothes and leave for a hotel for a couple of days before you found somewhere else to live. Maybe both of you weren’t fit for each other. Throwing your coffee can into the trash bin, you decided to head home. Staring at your phone, you found the location to the hotel, rather than your friend’s house as you didn’t want to involve them in a personal spat with your lover. Clenching your jaw on the ride to the top most floor of the building, knowing what you had to do. You held a bated breath before punching in the code to your former shared home and opening the door. Making a bee line to the guest room, your bag was nowhere to be found except a dress that looked too expensive and a note.

“Wear this and come downstairs”

Setting the note down, you examined the dress that was set on the bed for you. It was the white outfit from Bao Tranchi. It was the one from the show that you and Katsuki had watched together. Did he still remember the night you spent on Instagram checking their outfits out?

You bit your lip, wanting to try the dress on. But your pride turned it down. The only reason you came back to was to take your duffel bag and confront Katsuki that you would be leaving for a couple of days….

Waiting in the elevator, you felt your palms become sweaty as you stared anxiously at the floor number. Reaching ground floor, each step felt heavy when you walked towards the Maserati sports car that Katsuki owned. To your surprise, it wasn’t a Maserati car but a limousine with the chauffeur Boeing towards you in respect.

“Where is Bakugo?” You asked him.

“Bakugo San is waiting for you at the Ritz Carlton Suite” he replied while meeting your gaze in the rear view mirror of the car. Looking around you, you could the life of luxury that made you feel poles apart from Bakugo. Even though he never said it, his actions made it clear. You didn’t belong in such a world.

Reaching the hotel, you looked at the chandeliers that hung from the ceiling above you. Sure, Katsuki did have a chandelier in the drawing room of the penthouse but it certainly wasn’t as big as this. Walking brisk steps towards the reception you asked for the room Bakugo was in. Resting your arms on the counter until the receptionist informed your former lover about your arrival, she guided you towards the elevator that would take you to the suite Katsuki was in. Resting your head against the glass, you saw the view of the whole city. This was a view you could get used to…

Too bad it would end soon and you wouldn’t have to worry about going high up in buildings anymore.

Stepping out of the elevator, your gaze fell on the red carpet that led to the only room on the floor. Taking slow and steady steps, you came to a stop in front of the room. You felt your hands get clammy at the thought of facing a hot headed man. Crouching on the floor, you held your head between your hands.

Was this really it? Were you going to leave him over something as trivial as a mission? Weren’t you being too selfish about this?

You rocked yourself back and forth on the velvet red carpet.

“Ojou San?” You flinched from a voice that came behind you.

“H-hai?” You asked in a shaky breath.

You saw a man in a black tuxedo crouch to your level.

“Is something the matter?” He asked in an assuring tone. Taking a deep breath, you said

“I’m trying to leave the man I love behind that door” Sitting cross legged on the carpet, you placed your hands in your lap. You felt a ghost of tears before you heard the man speak.

“If you love him, why would you leave him?” He asked with a confused tone while reaching into his pocket.

“It’s complicated” you replied, wishing to not have to go through the heartbreak and conflict your rationality against the irrationality of the situation.

“Ojou san, I might not know what you’re going through, but you can always choose to keep it simple by having a word with him. Once it’s all clear, I’m sure everything would work itself out” the butler said as he handed you a kerchief to wipe away your tears. Smiling at the gesture, you whispered a small “Arigato”

“What is your name?” You asked the grey haired man.

“Tanaka desu. I’ve been working here for the last 20 years” he said with a chuckle.

“Do you meet girls who cry outside their former lovers or partners rooms?” You asked as you laughed.

“Oh I’ve seen plenty in my days. And counting” he retorted as you both laughed over the joke.

“Get going Ojou san. He’s waiting for you” Tanaka san said as he opened the door and ushered you inside.

“Arigato Tanaka san” you said as you heard the door close behind you.

Walking to the large glass windows, you saw Katsuki, standing in front with his back faced towards you, staring at the cars moving by and the city life in front of him. Hearing your footsteps, he turned to face you.

He looked absolutely breathtaking. Hair was wild but tamed. His black sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his smoky grey pants made him look casual but elegant.

“Where’s your dress?” He said interrupting your thoughts.

“I didn’t wear it” you said as you looked to the side, surprised to find that there was a bottle of champagne and food set on the table. He had probably been planning this while you were away.

Gesturing with his hand, he motioned towards the table.

Before you could let any of this go further, you spoke,

“We need a break Bakugo”

“Nani?” He said as he looked at you with a broken and terrified gaze as if he witnessed you commit a crime.

“I can’t do this anymore. You and I don’t belong together and you know it. You’re out there saving people and I’m stuck here. I can’t do the things you do neither can I harness anything cause I’m not special. I don’t have anything you can relate to. What’s the point in staying with me? Even last night-“

He mumbled under his breath, refusing to meet your eye.

“What?” You asked hoping that we would make himself clear.

“I SAID ‘FUCK LAST NIGHT’” he yelled at you while clenching his fists. There was a pregnant pause before he began speaking in a hushed tone, breaking the silence of the suite.

“I saw the duffel bag”

You took a shaky breath as he uttered those words.

“Nande. You said you were going to be there for the moment. You said I hadn’t bothered to sit and talk through about my work with you, then what makes you any different (Y/N)? Were you planning on disappearing without telling me anything? What if I hadn’t found the bag and done all of this?” He said as he gestured with his hands wildly as he walked towards you in anger, lifting the collar of your shirt. Your eyes widened as you felt tears fall on your cheek.

“Didn’t you need to see me before you left?” He whispered in a broken tone, leaning down and nuzzling his face into your neck, smearing his tears.

Resting your arms around his broad back, you said “Last night-“

He looked at you with melancholic eyes, before aggressively pressing his lips to your’s.

“Baku-“ he interrupted you with a sloppy kiss. Taking his shirt off, he brought your hand and pressed it against his clothed hard dick.

“Please (Y/N). Just one night. I want to be fucking selfish. Have your way with me. Take care of me. Spoil me. Just anything. And I won’t bother you again” he said through the tears.

Taking his hand you asked “which way is the bedroom?”

“Behind me. To the right” he said with his voice cracking. Grabbing hand, you guided him towards the room. Pushing him against the white Victorian sheets, you got on top of him. His desperate hands wandered your body, squeezing every part of you his fingers could grab.

“What do you want Bakugo?” He hissed as he heard the name you used. Pulling at the hem of your shirt, he said “Wannit off”

Noting to call him by his name, you took off your shirt. He exposed his neck to you, pushing your head towards the flushed skin. Biting into the his neck, you heard him moan the most sinful moan. Bucking his hips up into you, he begged you for more. Pinning his hands to the side of the bed, you continued to bite and suck at his exposed skin, knowing well that they would bloom into hues of pink and blue.

“M-matte” he stuttered through your ministrations. Pulling back, you could feel his shy gaze move to the edge of the bed.

“What’s wrong Katsuki? Is it too far for you?” You asked with a concerning tone.

“There’s a box beneath the bed. It’s for you. Could we use it?” He asked in a shy and small voice. Reaching a hand under the bed, you grabbed the edge of the box, placing it on Katsuki’s toned abdomen. Opening the lid, your eyes widened as the content inside it. It had a strap and a bottle of lube in it.

“But you don’t like being dominated…?” You said with confusion in your voice.

“The last thing I can give you is this (Y/N). I know I’m not the best of lovers, but I’m fucking trying” he said with a sorrow filled gaze. Reaching up to caress your face he said “Please. Just for tonight. Then you wouldn’t have to see me again”

Clenching your teeth at the last statement you bit your tongue to prevent the tears as you got up from straddling him and began to take off your pants, while Katsuki did the same. Crawling from the bed, he kneeled in front of you, pulling your panties down. You lifted your foot as he pulled them down and the other till he discarded it to the corner of the room. Sitting on his haunches, he nuzzled his nose against your wet clit. Using his hands he steadied his grip against your thighs and began to lick against your wet slit. You moaned as you felt him drag the tip of his tongue from your wet hole to your slit. Using his teeth to nibble against the pleasurable bud, your fingers tangled in his hair for balance, savoring the feeling of his tongue against your pussy. Katsuki moaned as you bucked your hips against his face. You moaned at the vibrations of his voice. The room was filled with the most sinful noises of moaning and suckling. You clenched your eyes shut as you felt a pressure build in your lower abdomen and your clit throb as you reached your limit.

“Cum for me Tenshi. Please cum for me” Katsuki said between licks as he sucked your clit while looking up at you with a desperate gaze, eager to please you.

“Cumming!” You said as you felt that pleasured coil snap. Katsuki swallowed every drop of your cum as it were the last. Making sure to give it one last lick, he got up and looked at you. Taking your face into his hands, he kissed you. You could taste yourself in his lips.

“My tenshi is so sweet” he said as he continued to kiss you. Pulling you in, he fell backwards in top of the bed leaving you to stand on the edge.

“Ore no mite (Y/N)” he said with a seductive crimson gaze.

“Ore dake mite ” he said as he got on his knees. You titled your head in confusion as you watched him reach a hand behind him. Pulling out a metal toy, he back to thrust it back and forth, moaning your name. Your eyes widened at the show. Katsuki was never one to be submissive in bed. He would never agree to anything like this. Getting on your knees and supporting your weight in your forearms on the edge of the bed, you watched him. He threw his head back and moaned your name as if it was the only thing that kept him sane while his other hand carded through his hair, making this most sinful thing you had ever seen. The sight of the plug disappearing in and out of his tight hole made your thighs clench and your body squirm.

“I’m cumming!” He moaned as he bucked his hips up and down the metal toy. You blinked in surprise, realizing that he hadn’t touched his dick once to relieve the aching friction.

“No” you said with an authoritative tone. Katuski’s eyes opened with a wide gaze, tears pooling at the corner of his eyes. His hand stopped at your command, pulling out the plug and dropping it on the bed. Standing from your position, you grabbed the strap, stepping into it and wearing it.

“You’re allowed to only cum from this ” you said as you pointed towards the large strap. “You remember our safe word right?” You asked. He nodded.

“Alright. Lie down here” you said, titling your head to the side of the bed. Placing his head in the side of the bed, you grabbed the tip of the strap and pressed against his parted lips.

“Get this nice and wet for me baby”. Eager to please after hearing your praise, Katsuki sucked the tip of the silicone dick, before taking more of it into his mouth. You could hear his gags and the squelching of his mouth around the toy as you thrusted your hips back and forth. Holding onto one of his pecs, your gaze fell to his throat. You could see an imprint of the strap through the expansion of muscles in his throat. Thoughts of the woman touching and caressing came into your head.

“Kore. Watashi mono da” you said as your fingertips squeezed the sides of his throat making sure to apply little pressure to his windpipe. Katsuki moaned in surprise at the sudden display of your possessiveness. Taking your strap out of his mouth, you said

“Lay down on your back on the bed and hold up your legs”

Katsuki laid against the pillow of the soft bed and batted his lashes at you while holding both his legs up by the back of his knee.

Taking your position between his legs, you grabbed a bottle of lube and poured a generous amount on the toy. Pouring some into your hand, you began to stroke Katsuki’s cock slowly and gently. He moaned at the feeling of your hand around his dick.

“Do you want my mouth or hand baby?” You said in a soft tone.

“Omae hoshi ”

You didn’t have to be told twice as you began to rub the toy around his tight and puckered hole, smearing lube over his asscheeks. Sliding the toy in gently, Katsuki hissed at the stretch. It was a little bigger than the plug.

“Look down and don’t you dare look away” you said as you began inserting inch by bleeding inch into his tight hole. He gasped as he watched the strap disappear inside him, filling up the empty void inside of him. Bottoming out, you massaged his peck, rubbing his nipple in soothing circles, helping his muscles relax and adjust to the strap. He let out a moan as you thrusted your hips back and forth slowly while massaging his balls. Katsuki pawed at the cups of your bra while keeping his legs up. Reaching behind, you unclasped it and let it fall to the floor. Reaching for the pillow behind him, Katsuki pulled at the cloth that covered it till his knuckles turned white while keeping his legs against the headboard. Flashes of the club and the night before crossed your mind. Your hand rubbed his lubed dick, pulling the trimmed blonde tufts of hair above it, making him moan in pleasured pain while arching his back. He let out a loud and filthy moan as you angled your hips and felt his thighs slap against your’s signaling that you had found his prostate. Using your free hand, you spanked his ass and asked him

“Who do you belong to?” While getting on top of him and pressing his legs over his head into a mating press position.

“You. I belong to you Tenshi. Please ” he whimpered, moving his hips back and forth to meet with your thrusts, his fingers squeezing his pecs together.

“Please what baby?” You asked in a dark tone as you massaged his balls with your other hand.

“Please let me cum Tenshi. Onegai” he begged as tears began to flow from his eyes, wetting the pillow beneath him while he pulled and pinched at his nipples, tongue lolled out, moaning your name.

Thrusting your hips, making sure to hit the same spot as you did before. He cried in pleasure at the feel of your dick kissing his prostate. You switched from giving him slow and deep thrusts to fast ones, pushing him over the edge of an orgasm.

“Cum for me baby”.

Katsuki let go with moan filled sobs, shooting his cum across the expanse of his abs and chest. You moved your hand towards his dick, pumping it.

He whimpered from the overstimulation and came a second time as he felt your hands move up and down his length. Shifting in your position, you slowly removed the strap from his ass and Katsuki hissed at the feeling of being empty. Moving towards the bathroom, you set the toy down, knowing that you would clean it later after taking care of Katsuki. You grabbed a cloth, soaked it in warm water and came towards the bedroom, to find Katsuki staring at the ceiling, catching his breath. Rubbing the damp cloth over his messy chest, pelvis, v line and abs as well as his dick while he hissed at the sensation of his sensitive dick being touched. Getting up, you walked back to the bathroom to toss the cloth aside and collect your thoughts over what just happened.

Staring into the mirror of the bathroom, you didn’t know what to make of the situation. Washing your face and cleaning off your chest from where Katsuki came earlier, you trudged towards the foot of bed.

There was he was, sniffling into the pillow, holding it close to him. He flinched and curled up into a ball as you touched his feet. Looking at you with a tearful gaze, he got up and reached to the other side of the bed. Picking up the leather bag, he said

“This has your clothes in it. You can leave if you want. Thank you for taking care of me (Y/N). I never say it much…” he grabbed your hand and kissed the palm of it

“Aishiteru. Totemo Aishiteru“

Uncurling his fingers around your hand and letting it fall to the side, he turned his face away from you and the direction of your bag not wanting to watch you leave. Hearing your footsteps walk away, he used his hand to cover the traces of his sobs. Hearing a soft thud on the floor and feeling the bed dip behind him, he turned around to see your naked figure getting under the covers next to him. Gesturing with the tilt of your head towards the empty spot of near you, he shimmied his way under the sheets and across the bed, till he hid his face in your sternum. He squeezed your exposed hip with his hand while he placed the other close to his chest, feeling his heart race. He breathed in sync with the beat of your heart while his lashes shined under the moonlight with unshed tears.

“You’re mine to keep Katsuki” You said as you let your hand run through his hair as you kissed the crown of his head.

The rest of the conversation could wait till morning. You were his to stay.

Notes :

Ojou San : Miss

Arigato : Thank you

Nani : what

Nande : Why

matte : Wait

Ore no mite : Look at me

Ore dake mite : Look only at me

Tenshi : angel ( as mentioned in my headcannons)

Omae Hoshi : I want you

Onegai : Please

Aishiteru : I love you

Totemo Aishteru : I love you so much

kore watashi mono da : This belongs to me

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader smut #bnha smut #mha smut #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki smut #bakugou x you #bakugou imagine #boku no hero x reader #boku no hero smut #my hero x reader #my hero academia smut #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou katsuki x female reader #bakugou katsuki x you #bakugou katuski x reader

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Ed “Sketch” Analysis Part 3: Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki

English Translation: https://youtu.be/vcjRuKHrrBI

Warning: Contains future season 6 episode & manga spoilers

Note: 00:00-1:31= Kacchan, 1:39-2:49=Deku, and 2:50-3:50=Both

“‘Wishing for another heart’ don’t say something so sad. Just like you can’t see your face, you need a mirror to reflect your heart. So please...”

This could potentially be some clever foreshadowing for the current chapters where Katsuki is literally getting a new heart. Seeing Katsuki’s body shook Izuku to the core, and made him suppress his emotions to the max in order to cope. He was supposed to be there by Katsuki’s side, but he couldn’t because of an unfortunate situation outside of his control, and the worst happened as a result. Also, Izuku always covers his face when in peril (vigilante arc, black whip mouth cover) hence the ‘you can’t see your face’ line.

The last thing in Katsuki’s thoughts were his regrets about Izuku, and how he could never hold his hand. He would gladly die in order to protect him, but his death was indeed for nothing since Shigaraki still lives and is more dangerous than ever. However, he will indeed be getting the second chance he always wanted, and all of his wishes may end up coming true thanks to Edgeshot becoming a new heart for him. He may now have an opportunity to not only save Izuku and help him defeat the villain, but tell him his true feelings, so they can become closer than ever before. In what way? Only time will tell.

“Don’t disappear on me, you too. We made carefree promises as we punched each other on the shoulder although one of us always failed to keep up our end.”

In the end, they both acknowledge the errors they made with their communication over the years. However, they do not want their bond to end, and instead want to do whatever they can to make it stronger, so they never split-up again.

“But love is about enveloping what we take for granted.”

Key words: Love, envelop

Love? As in, romantic love!? There is nothing about friendship stated in this song, yet love is very clearly stated. Perhaps after they confess to each other and there is no longer any confusion, the two of them will become close to the point there bond surpasses friendship and turns into love? (one can dream, but it that’s what this seems to be saying).

Envelop= Wrap up, cover, or surround completely.

This is about them embracing everything about each other including their flaws, and learning to learn each other (and themselves) for who they are. Their doubts and insecurities will no longer hinder them, because they will no longer run away from each other, and will be by each others sides for the rest of their lives no matter how difficult things may get along the way, because they have already been through bad things before and made it through them because they were together. They fall in love, because they complete each other in a way no one else can, since nobody else knows either of them as well.

“It looks more like I’m more likely to give you my sketch of you. It might surprise you a little. But, see this is how beautiful your smiles are.”

Could ‘sketch’ possibly be a metaphor for a love confession!? The entire song is about repressed emotions, so it would make sense if this was about revealing true feelings to someone else. Neither Izuku or Katsuki would expect a love confession from the other after everything they’ve been through, so it would indeed be a surprise, especially for Izuku who has been pining the longest. If there’s a confession, Katuski would have to confess first, because Izuku is repressing his emotions to an unhealthy degree right now and would rather die than be honest about his feelings, but Katsuki will have the perfect window of opportunity when he comes back to life.

#boku no hero academia #bakudeku #dekubaku #conclusion: they are gay your honor #and please rule in favor of bringing katsuki back to life soon

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ofmermaidstories · 2 years ago

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MERMSMERMSMERMS wowowowowowow!!

i have so much to say about the chapter. I finished it this morning, and i do want to do an actual detailed analysis but i don’t have the writing in front of me so i’ll just go through all the things that first struck me!

The beginning of the chapter the flashback to when izuku is still a fledgling hero and the loneliness your portrayed. The repetition of the empty apartment really just struck home and it made his sadness and dissatisfaction with the end of knight-shield that much more potent!

Now izuku is no more 21, he’s older and smarter, but those same demons are still haunting him, and seeing his perspective of what happened during katsuki’s and weeds dance with death really solidified the what was happening to both of them at that point in time. Izuku rushing to the hospital after landing and him and katsuki both sitting down “expecting the worst”, heroes cut from the same cloth. It made me a bit sad) thinking about his optimistic, (maybe naive), view on happy endings and what him, his friends and other heroes have worked towards, what they deserve.

but katsuki gets his happy ending!! weeds is ok. and he has his birthday party. This was one of my fav parts of the fic. Reading the joy spread across katsuki’s face as he realizes that his friends gathered to celebrate and love him. the quiet contentment izuku and kirishima watch him with as he celebrates. perfectly sets up the scene for izuku and reader to meet!

Watching their meeting from izukus perspective was that much funnier. He’s such a dork and i love him for it. his quiet mortification when they see each other again in the meeting and he realizes reader recognized him. perfect!

As we watch reader and izuku begin their hangouts, the thing that struck out to me was how hard and fast izuku fell. I’m surrender its slow and slow you don’t see it coming until you do, just like katsuki said on that rooftop. At first izuku uses the reader like an escape! a reprieve from the chaos of his world and heroics, but it’s obvious she becomes something more to him at time goes on. It’s especially interesting that to watch how the dynamic between him and his close friends changes as well but i’ll get to this part later!!

quick intermission before the sad stuff!! but SHOTO DROPPING THEY BOMB ON US THAT HE GOT MARRIED?!? I DEADASS THOUGHT HE WAS JOKING IN THAT DRY WAY HE USUALLY DOES I WAS JUST AS SHOCKED AS KATSUKI TBH😭😭😭 honestly it just makes me all the more excited for his and his readers story!! This revelation honestly made me think of idea of a short drabble that has been plaguing my mind everytime we talk within this universe. if you actually decided to write this i would die: but the whole of class 1a plans a game night/wedding celebration for shoto and reader??, and at some point in the night they convince the big the big three and their respective partners to play the newlyweds game! (if you don’t know what that is basically two people receive question and try to guess what their partners answers would be)! but anyways it turns into a whole thing because it always does between those three and it’s the most entertaining game of the whole night. ps.(katsuki’s quiet care for shoto even if he tries to hide it in his gremlinness really comes out when he wants him back in the city during investigation and his anger when shoto told them he got married i love ❤️, i love how you always expand on certain characters relationships and dynamic because it makes the universe that much more real 🥺)

back to the sad stuff!: but izuku and katsukis relationship has always been special, especially in the way you have portrayed it in this universe merms. Their history is so rich and it’s the core of the bnba itself. You do it such justice. Their love and care for each other is so obvious. They are sixteen and deku idolizes katuski, continues to place him on this pedestal, his symbol of victory, and katsuki is struggling because he feels that he’ll never catch up izuku or be half the hero he is so he lashes out. They are twenty-somethings and katsuki is still trying to atone for his shortcomings and struggling with the guilt of his childhood mistakes. they are twenty-somethings and all Izuku was is to shield katsuki from that guilt because he’s finally gotten to a place by his side and merms it breaks my heart everytime. They are both so fiercely protective of each other (even katsuki would never admit it)

Everyone is so fiercely protective of izuku, and we see it in his interactions with the people he loves. And reader makes that choice, understanding her history with bullies and what they represent, to portray katuski like that, not entirely wrong no, but completely against Izuku’s wishes and how he wanted to see one of his closest friends depicted in something so close to his heart

When i’d read this part id been peeved for reader, I completely understand her point of view (and honestly i would’ve reacted in the same way given the circumstances). Yet i could not contain the quiet heartbreak and reading izuku watching katsuki read the first scans. The pain of watching an artist whose work you respected seeing you in that way. devastating. I was making little noises of sadness the whole time. (I was also very curious at where the first meeting between katsuki and reader occurs in this timeline, right after izuku and reader had gotten their fried sticks standing right next to the trash can and vending machine with izuku in his bright clothes),

The events after the fallout, watching izuku desperately trying to make things right in his own obsessive way. The festival itself, watching from his perspective. The tiredness and ache and guilt from carrying the world on his shoulders. , beautifully and well written.

The reoccurring motif of his arm, refusing to taking care of himself and put himself first constantly. Yet in this case with reader, he’s choosing to be selfish. to be secretive , to keep this for himself. Circling to the changing dynamic of his close friendships, especially with ochako! He’s 17, When he chose to be silent in the golden light of UA, as watches uraraka, now he’s 20 something and he’s choosing to be silent as he realizes his giving the heart that everyone assumed was her to someone else. Katsuki’s quiet protectiveness of both of his friends. Again spectacularly written.

There’s so much more i have to say about sero, mineta, aizawa, tenya, HANA!! the reader herself!!!!!! but i’ve already written so much and i don’t want to overwhelm you!

Again thank you so much for all that you do, letting us have a look in your mind and creating stories where our favorite characters fall in love and find their happy endings 🥺🥺. I’ve been reading your works since 2020 and you’ve come so far!! I will always be a loyal reader and lover of your works. I am so excited for chapter 6 and i can’t wait to see what you do next :))

much love, and hopefully new anon

-🍄

🥺 i need you to know that i kicked my feet like a kid when i first read this. i have trouble answering things because i have this urge when someone writes something thoughtful to like—squirrel it away LOL, it’s almost like wanting to squeeze the life out of something cute? i wanna rattle it around and then hide it under my pillows. press it in-between the pages of my diary. keep it secret forever. Gnaw on it and then dig a hole.

the fun thing about like, writing for a main character like Deku (in this way) is that he is so good… so it kind of makes his small selfishnesses look massive, if that makes sense? because he’s all about like, getting in there, helping people, winning by saving and saving by winning etc etc. and i think in fanfic you can really play that up!!! which, obviously, i’ve chosen to do in SJLT—idk, there’s something so satisfying about him as a lead, in a way that Bakugou doesn’t provide. 🧐 idk, i can’t name it, i just know i enjoy it (which is why i let myself loose with part i there).

i like to think Deku holds onto the happy ending thing because—he needs to. Because they’re going through so much, in canon, and i have no doubt they’ll win—and it will just prove to Deku that they can get there, they can grow up and be these big Pro Heroes and things will be okay. so after a shake-up like the mining-cave and his freak out, and then realising it’s some kind of instinctual response to Bakugou’s loss—yeah. They’d both sit there in the hospital, heroes cut from the same cloth, waiting for the end. ☹️ Proven wrong, though, thanks again to the narrative! 💅🏽✨ Gotta keep ‘em on their toes.

RE: Deku falling hard and fast—idk, i think it’s one of the things that makes him more fun than Bakugou! you have to earn it with the gremlin, work up towards like you’re befriending an alleycat. and by contrast Deku just—takes people in. And I think he’s kind of oblivious to his own feelings, albeit in a stubborn, deliberate way, but i have always seen him being just… easier, emotionally. 🥺 until the self-doubt sets in, whether that’s his own or someone elses.

shouto getting secretly married cracks me up. 😌 for now, anyway. we’ll see how much i’m laughing when it comes time to write it out LMAO. i absolutely believe that the Big 3 and their partners would be a nightmare combo in any game though, omg, could you imagine? it’d be unbearable LMAOOO.

(a Shouto & Katsuki friendship is one of my favourite thingsssss in fic; i guess we don’t get to see much of it, from Deku’s POV, but i cannot wait to get my grubby lil mitts into Shouto’s fic because he and Katsuki have a reason to team up and it’s just sdlkfjlksdfjlksdfj. Best Friends Forever.)

and okay, here is the thing: deku is the star of the show. like, in My Hero. Obviously, LOL. But everyone is canonically protective of him!!! 🥺 He is the sun they’re all gravitating around. i like to think an adult!Deku, one generally comfortable in his skin, routinely saving the country, would inspire that kind of devotion easily. and then you have gromits like Bakugou on TV just like, idk, scaling the wall out of sheer demon rage—if anything i think i needed to make Reader even more judgemental of him and protective of Deku LOL. i think people would just look at Deku and hear something like, “oh, Ground Zero used to bully me” and instantly be like: this man is too forgiving. and maybe he is. but it’s not Deku to want him to be punished for it, to grind his face into the carpet where his mistake’s still wet, you know? whatever happens in the current war arc, if they make it out alive Deku is only going to want one thing: to be with his friends as they follow their dreams and become Heroes. so i’d be mad if i was deku too. Kacchan will always be fundamental to who he is and everyone in their lives just has to accept that (including our Readerchan).

(Reader and Kacchan’s first meeting happened before the comic’s initial draft! so Bakugou making a bad impression probably didn’t help LMAOOO).

i’m always so curious about how like, a lack of communication can lead to so many—mistakes. it’s an admission of guilt, with how Deku’s holding his tongue. he knows he needs to talk to Ochako—and it’s not even because i picture Ochako like, waiting for him, in a needy way, but just in a, she is his friend and they do have history—romantic history, no matter how careful it was—together and idk, he needs to do better by her. and also he needs to free Kacchan from being on venting-duty.

but anon!!!! hello. 🥺 this is me + u on our way to tea to talk about our favourite fics and tropes and why x reader works so good and also why everyone else is wrong about it. i want you to know that i have thought about this ask every day since getting it!!! if you think about it, in a way, we’ve been together on this ride for what—two years? 🥺 i hope i can tell the rest of the deku story in a way that’s fun, for you. 🌷 thank-you for being here, anon. thank-you for saying hello. 🥺

#ofmermaidstories-asks #something just like this — fic #mer-spoils-everything

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kingkatsuki · 3 years ago

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im not sure if this sent the first time so im so sorry if this clutters your inbox but its the anon from a few weeks ago who had the pro hero/cop!katuki x self defence teacher reader here with some more degenerate ramblings

this does however require some tw⚠️deku

so you and katsuki have been together for so long and are so in love it hurts and you think its time to settle down,maybe not stop being pro heroes but at least get married and maybe that way you can finally tell the public about your relationship because god if you arent tired of seeing tv spots and magazines about how much of a player pro hero dynamite is ,but he refuses he says he doesnt want either of your hero rankings to tank because you arent single and eligible anymore ,he thinks thats whats best and to him if he can stay at a solid number 5 ahead of shitty deku whos stuck at 7 AND still be able to come home and fuck his number 6 pro hero girlfriend senseless then he will happily have the best of both worlds

but thats not what you want,and the breakup is painful obviously its not like you dont love each other ,you just want different things,but that doesnt mean he doesnt absolutely fucking wreck your pussy before you walk out the door im talking he has you every which way he can,legs over his shoulders pounding until he is literally feral, to mating pressed slow and steady telling you he is gonna stuff you full of his cum so well youll never forget him (boy is that the truth) as he can tell you are both about to cry because this is the last time and so you leave after not even sparing a glance at the man who just rearranged your guts in hopes you would be fucked so dumb youd stay but it doesnt work and 2 days later you are at dekus house getting slow fucked out of grief and a little bit of spite for him a momentary lapse of weakness.

its 4 months later when he sees you for the first time and he cant tell if he sees red or if he cant see at all from the tears because there you are on tv 4 months swollen with “another” mans child,its all downhill from there because to the public you and deku are freshly married and expecting your first child and and that spirals everything,all of a sudden deku is number 1 and you are number 2 and katuski cant help but kick himself because how not even 4 months ago that couldve been him…and in his sadness it struck him that not even 4 months ago it WAS him had he managed to fuck a baby into you that last night,the thought of it touches him in ways it shouldnt but hey it isnt his fault you take him so well ,so pliant for him god his dick is hard just thinking about it

after that he vies for your attention but you are hellbent on ignoring him for the sake of your baby and your marriage and the possibility that this child could very well come out with blonde hair and red eyes OR looking like the number one pro hero and you cant tell which one is better because this is quite the situation you have here

when both bakugo and deku find out that either one of them could be the father its hell for you,even though you and deku are married you cant help but falter when katsuki comes to the ultrasounds and birthing classes when deku cant,for now their sharing responsibility until they find out for sure,and the public just think pro hero dynamite is using his days off to help his friends wife but they dont know he could be the father and they definitely dont know how after every class every appointment he is flipping that sundress over your ass and making sure you remember just exactly who you belong too with every stroke of his dick inside you.

when the baby comes however its a mystery because he looks exactly like you,a carbon copy and a hint of whoever the father might be on him,and you dont want to dna test him for some reason or other,so katsuki settles for fucking pro hero dekus milf wife every other day so maybe he can make her milf two times over and this time he’ll make sure the brat comes out with bright red eyes and your hair just so he can laugh in dekus face when he realises that you were never his,always kats little whore

whew had to get that one out to my fave jo !!

OH MY GOD ANON YOU HAD ME ON TENTERHOOKS THE ENTIRE TIME! The fact that Bakugou didn’t wanna ruin your images so he wouldn’t tell anyone about your relationship? But then he ends up losing you completely? 🥺🥲

And then having you running into the arms of Deku!! Imagine seeing headlines in the media when you’re with Deku about Dynamight going off the rails, getting drunk at bars and ending up getting in trouble with the law for fighting someone in a bar (unbeknownst to you it’s because he heard someone in there talking about how amazing you’d be to fuck and that Deku is a lucky guy because he gets to stuff your pussy every night and he just saw red.)

You think Deku is filling the void, and he kinda does but every single time you find yourself thinking about Bakugou, comparing everything Deku does to him too. He just can’t compare, and that’s the problem.

So when Bakugou starts coming round again, taking you to your ultrasounds and classes when Deku has to work he’s none the wiser, thinks he is just being a good friend. The only guy that knows is Kirishima, and he keeps telling Bakugou he’s gotta let you go. He can’t keep hurting you, but Bakugou is so convinced he’s gonna get you back.

Every single time he fucks you after those classes it’s like he’s reclaiming you, filling you up with his cum every time as he leaves you with it dripping down your thighs.

He’d do anything to have you back, but for now he’ll settle for these stolen moments.

#thirst posts #not mine #bakugou thirst

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mythiccheroacademia · 4 years ago

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—pocket heroes headcanons

mtha thots: it’s that time of year again where i start projecting my daily academic existential crises on the mha characters. i’ve had this idea in my head for months and got pages of brain rot fading away in my documents, so i’ve decided to stop being selfish and start sharing w some simple hcs. i hope you enjoy it <3

warnings: none

reference for the banner

context: pocket heroes are a new phenomenon to the world. the whispers that spread by ear say they are tiny humans dressed in hero-like costumes that support you when you need it most. many don’t believe in them and blame it on overactive imagination. but the very few who know the truth, say otherwise. they say you can’t find a pocket hero, but your pocket hero finds you when they’re ready. luckily for you, your tiny friend made an appearance and is stuck to you like glue!

Midoriya Izuku:

this little guy is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen

izu is on the shorter side standing only about 3 ¾ inches tall

but don’t let that height fool you bc he’s a ball of energy!

he’s a chatterbox so if that’s not your game, good luck sis

but he’s so cute and his voice is so tiny how could you not love him

your pocket hero is so encouraging of you

for every assignment, he’ll sit by your hand and cheer you on

it’s impossible to give in to temptation and skip an assignment/call off work bc he’ll puff his chubby cheeks out and pout

he knows it’s tough, but you can do it! there’s nothing you can’t do!

although, if you need to take a break for your mental health, he’ll immediately stop and climb up into your neck to comfort you

makes posters with sticky notes he finds around bc he’s your biggest fan

sits by you during class and takes his own notes so that you two can compare

he doesn’t want you to miss anything important

you get such good grades bc of deku ong

izuku’s fav place to be is in your shirt pocket or in your cleavage, behind the collar of your shirt with his little head sticking out

it’s bc he likes to be near to your heart

it makes him feel safe and close to you

if you get really stressed out, izu will cry for you

he hates it when you’re distressed and won’t be able to think clearly until you’re okay

his whimpers are so sad it literally pains my heart

your pocket hero loves when you bring him up to your cheek so he can latch on and nuzzle you

he’s highkey attached to your hip

he’s not afraid to use puppy dog eyes if you tell him he needs to stay home when you go out

7 times out of 10, you give in

but when it’s necessary for him to stay, he’ll sadly mope around until he hears the door open and runs to you

deku’s got this huge smile on his face that could make the coldest man crack

his tiny footsteps are so cute ughhhh

uses ofa to jump to your face so you can catch him and give him cuddles until he’s satisfied

i adore him

Bakugo Katsuki:

katuski stands at a whopping 4 ½ inches which is about average

but this particular pocket hero has a bad case of small dog syndrome

make fun of how small he is at your own risk

bc this little dude bites

bakugo’s a hardass about your responsibilities

like the man will not let you procrastinate!

over his dead body

if he catches you slipping, he’ll pull on your ear lobes

screams at you and threatens to blow you up with his tiny explosions too for good measure

you don’t have the heart to tell him his quirk feels like a flick from a two year old

his yelling is kinda scary tho despite sounding like a preschool kid on helium

nevertheless, pls trust that this little guy loves you and only wants the best for you

you don’t catch how he gets up extra early every morning and organizes your desk to the best of his abilities (some of your stuff is heavy)

or how he’ll spend hours going through your music and making playlists to help you study

bakugo complains about doing it, but he’s always down to go through flashcards with you

he’s a smart cookie and has got a keen memory so trust he won’t let you half-ass/forget any important assignments and exams

a mother hen

if you have at least three inches of hair, bakugo likes to stand on the top of your head and tug on your strands to “make you move” like you're under his control

yes, he has an evil laugh

you humor him every time

although, there was one time you threw your head to the side and he almost fell off bc he called you a bad word and you weren’t having it

it hasn’t happened again since

doesn’t go there often bc he wants to be all tough, but his fav place to be is in the crook of your neck where it’s warm and he can feel close to you

pls reward him for good behavior w a lil kiss

he’ll tell you you're being gross and make a big show of wiping your “germs” away

but he secretly loves it

there was one time you didn’t peck him for a week and he actually got nervous in an angry kind of way

asked if you were mad at him in the smallest voice you’ve ever heard him use

also stomps when he’s angry

pls he’s like the cutest most annoying alarm clock

i love him

Todoroki Shouto:

if izu and katsuki are the angel on your right, shouto’s the devil on your left

don’t get me wrong, the little guy will suggest you do your work

but…if you can still get the grade you want and skip out on a few things, who is he to say otherwise

a strong advocate of work smarter, not harder LMAOOO

you secretly think it’s bc he likes to take as many naps as he can with you

anyways, shouto is about 4 ¾ inches in height give or a take a couple centimeters

he’s got an unnaturally deep voice for a pocket hero

he’s very quiet, reserved most times, and will be your silent support as you go about your day

but pls don’t think he doesn’t have the slickest mouth known to man just bc he’s quiet

there was one time you asked your teacher a question and they were being difficult

you went back and forth for a few min, failing to notice the irritation growing on todoroki’s face

then he just blurted out, “and you’re supposed to have a degree in education?”

thankfully, your teacher didn’t hear him but when I tell you your heart dropped

you can’t take this man nowhere

he’s just a very sassy pocket hero

you get some lip from him too sometimes but threaten to take away his soba and he’ll shut up real quick

shouto likes to hang out on top of your head and lay there

also likes to sit on your shoulder and idly swing his legs

when you’re both bored in class, he’ll make little ice sculptures to get you more alert

you let him read articles out to you bc his voice is really soothing

todo lives for head pats or when you gently scratch his head with your finger

he’ll chase your finger if you pull away too soon

you think he purrs but shouto won’t admit to anything

when he’s feeling clingy, he’ll raise his arms up signaling for you to hold him in your hand

it’s annoying sometimes bc you need to take notes or something but does it look like this boy cares?

pick him up now!

if you get stressed, he makes you put down whatever you're doing and drink some water

forces you to take a nap if it’s really bad

all pocket heroes have a reserved “bed” so their caretaker doesn’t harm them when they sleep, but todoroki is wiling to risk death if it means curling up on your chest

your heartbeat helps him sleep easier

i wanna protect him at all costs

im no longer accepting requests!

#izuku midoriya #bakugo katsuki #todoroki shouto #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #pocket heroes

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piabu · 4 years ago

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BAKUGO KATSUKI (x reader w tourettes)

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-At first Bakugo thinks you are weird and are weak because you can't control your tics.

-Kirishima has to alk to him about his manners towards you and informs him about tourettes syndrome.

-When you have a tic attack during class he gets worried and stares down anyone who helps you, jealous that he isn't the one by your side.

-He isolates himself in his room, and claims to be doing extra studying, but he is actually doing research on tourettes, and finding out more information on ways to help you.

-Katsuki just so happens to have figit toys to help calm your tics and gives it to you but he seems annoyed about it.

-During training you go into another tic attack and he moves you out of danger, claiming that everyone else was being reckless in not doing anything to help you, and that you are being dense for wanting to continue training.

-You develop a tic where you mimmick his explosions, and he secretly finds it cute, while you get embarassed.

-Bakugo becomes very protective of you and tries to partner with you every time your class spars.

-When your tic attacks get bad it scares him that you might hurt yourself, and he tries to be withing arms reach just in case anything happens.

-He gets concerned when he sees bruises on your body, not knowing if it from your tics or if you actually got ingured,.

-One night when he comes to check up on you, he hears a lot of banging and cryng coming from your dorm room, so he sits on your bed with you and tries to help you calm down.

-When you do, he lets you hug him and cry into his chest. He gives you a kiss in top of your head and it suprises you. You ask him why he kissed you and he tells you to shut up.

-He asks you out after a day of training, in a very Bakugo manner. He tells you to call him Katuski,and you ask why. He says its because you are now his girlfriend, then takes you out for boba.

-Tsu thinks its cute but is suprised that he would have a soft spot for someone, but she is glad that it's you.

-You develop more tics of things that Bakugo says like 'oi' and 'shut up extras.' The class finds it funny, but it makes him kind of sad and so he trys to be less tempermental.

-He isn't big on pda, but will hold your hand when you grab his and loves your hugs/cuddles, but would nevr admit it. His love language is acts of service, so he makes sure to help you whenever you need it.

-Katsuki lets you do whatever you want, and isn't controlling, but he still keeps an eye in you to makes sure you are safe. He likes when you keep your locations on and when you text him every hour or so, just to keep him updated.

-He is proud of you for beinhg a hero, even with a disabillity.

~sexy times~

-Bakugo is very passionate and likes to go rough, but is careful to never hurt you.

-When you tic during sex, he laughs it off with you or talks dirty and tells you how much he likes it.

-He is very self concious as to never make you feel uncomfortable.

-One time you almost bit his dick during head so you get scared to even try it again. He was mad for a minute but got over it and reassured you that its okay.

-All in all, he loves you very much, and would do anything in his power to keep you safe and happy.

#bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo #bakugo x reader #bnha #kacchan #x reader #mha fluff #mha bakugou #bnha smut

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ac3id · 4 years ago

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word count: 1182

warnings: dubcon, choking 18+

a/n: just another kirishima thirst post fkdkenwk i think i like him more than i like to admit 😐

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ok but imagine: kirishima nii-chan.

you two aren’t really related. you are a close family friend whose parents work abroad half of the time so you live with the kirishima family. overtime everyone just accepts you as their own. heck, eijiro even introduces you to others as his sister. it’s easier calling you his little sister than actually explaining the living situation, people usually never buy the story anyways. you are his sister, his little sister to be exact and he’s your older brother. your older, stronger brother who is also a full fledged pro-hero. it’s a mouthful to brag about to your friends, you always talk about him. how he always manages to save the day no matter how bad the situation is, how he is always on magazine covers. he is your older brother and you love him. your friends are always jealous, some even ask for you to pair them up but you always deny. you know eijiro doesn’t have time to waste over dating– it’s what he has told you.

he also loves you. he loves you so very much. he cares for you with all of his heart but it’s still not the love you feel towards him. you see him as a beam of sunshine who is always ready to listen to your worries, guide you to the right direction when you are in the wrong. he’s your bestest friend, you couldn’t ask for anything more. but he could.

but he knows the feeling is one-sided, he is in love with you but you don’t love him back, he knows. his heart aches and guilt pools in his heart everytime he sees you, as his heart beats faster seeing your beautiful smile when you are around him; he is reminded of the cruel reality that he is in love with his little sister which he could never have but all the guilt and self pity vanishes when he is sniffing your panties and pumping his hard cock, imaging it was your velvety, tight cunt instead of his large hands. his sense of shame vanishes whenever he brushes his hands over your ass or how his fingers linger closer to your tits everytime he has his arms wrapped around you “platonically”. just siblings hugging, nothing to see here.

don’t get it wrong. eijiro cares about you too, he loves you but his love for you runs a little deeper. it crosses the platonic border which you have set up, it breaches through it. his love for you encompasses his entire body, mind and soul. he sees you as something more than his sister, his lover– his everything. his only.

you are oblivious, all the time. you never notice his lustful gaze or the way he stares at your tits. your naive, little head could never think of something like that. never. even when you feel uncomfortable from his super long hugs, you swear you can feel his graze his lips over your neck yet you never doubt him.

so, you never thought it would be a big deal if you dated his best friend.

you had met bakugou katsuki when kirishima had brought him over with a bundle of friends. out of all the energetic puppies, katuski caught your eye. he was different from the others, you couldn’t help but fall for him. luckily, he was into you too. it was not long before you two started dating.

for a while, you kept it hidden from the world and eijiro. it purely because you and katuski did not want to find yourselves in any scandals, but slowly you decided you would tell your close friends and family about your relationship. eijiro was the first to know, you were so eager to tell him. you were sure he would be so happy for you but alas, you were so wrong.

eijiro was furious. what do you mean you were dating katsuki? out everyone in the world? him? the thought of losing to his best friend snapped something in him. all of a sudden he was no longer the kind, gentle teddy bear you had known all your life. his eyes turned darker looking down at you with vexed, angry slits. you shuddered in fear as he hardened parts around his eyes, the loud cracking noise making you a step back.

“what’s wrong, eiji-nii?” it was ridiculous, both of you had grown out of that age but you still referenced with a “nii” at the end of his name. “what’s wrong? you tell me, [y/n].” you are left speechless. he has never said your name with such dread, ever. you gulp nervously saying nothing, breathing with the silence, “you–” his now quirk activated hand slams on the wooden table, creating a hole the size of his fist on the surface. “you whore.”

your eyes are blown out of your sockets, why would he call you that? tears prick at the corner of your eyes, you don’t want to cry but seeing him be so angry at you manages to fuck you up.

“eiji, why would you say that?” you begin, your voice meek and shirl, “y–you lying, ungrateful whore,” you don’t know what is making him like this but you move a step back as he takes one towards you, trying to maintain some safe distance from him. eijiro on the other hand only seems to grow more and more angrier, you gasp as your back hits the wall behind you. eijiro closes in, trapping you between his large body and the cold, grey wall. his left hand rests are the side of your head, sharp and hardened fingers digging into the wall while his other normal hands close around your neck. “you lie to me and go behind bakugou fucking katsuki? why?” the last word he speaks sounds weak and pathetic. there is a sadness in his voice about which you couldn’t care less about as he cuts off your air supply. your hands automatically claw at his arm, trying to pry it off you but it’s all in vain. he is much larger, taller and stronger than you. you couldn’t stand a chance.

you feel yourself slip out of your consciousness as you hear him spit angry curses, “all these years, i have loved you and go for him? you whore. it should be me. i should be the one making you happy, your favourite older brother. it should be me. you must be mine,” he continues with his ramble looking at your panicked face, relishing in the fear that dances across your eyes.

he lets you go, watches with glee as you fall down to your knees and cough trying to catch your breath. “break up with him. you are mine.” he groans, watching you with grim eyes. you nod desperately, not wanting him to hurt you any further.

a wicked, sinister smile crosses his face as he calms down, deactivating his quirk. he looks down at your pathetic form: glassy eyes and a dribble of drool falling past your lips. he is so proud. his little sister is finally his.

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Okay so i'm feeling pretty bad atm because my best friend replaced me and i need some fluffy rn. How about hcs for the reader being coldly abandoned by their previous best friend. Believing she is alone, she falls to her knees and cries outside in the middle of the rain. A moment later, she glances over to see Bakugou, Kirishima and Shinsou behind them trying their best to cover her from the rain with their jacket. Thank you♡

COMFORTING YOU AFTER A FRIENDSHIP ENDS HEADCANNONS + SCENARIOS

[ft. bakugo katuski, kirishima ejirou, shinsou hitoshi]

SUMMARY: In which you are abandoned by your closest friend and are found by the boys.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNINGS: mentions of murder, mean friends, me being violent, y/n has those main character moments in the rain its nice,

A/N: bb im so sorry that they did that,,, please know that im here if you need anything and i will fight this person :D with your permission of course.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

your so called friend ended up ditching you

im going to throw hands literally

you end up leaving the café you have been waiting for her in, near tears, and as if it can’t get any worse, you have no ride home, so naturally, you are now walking whilst trying to keep from crying

you’re about half a mile from UA, the hill is visible in the distance and you are very relieved because you just wanna cry in your bed

then it starts to rain

so yeah it did get worse

out of frustration and the built up sadness, you just kinda start crying, coming to a stop and falling to a seat at the side of the road

you felt so alone, the one person you thought would always be around he replaced you

clearly they didn’t feel the same

meanwhile, katuski is running with his jacket above his head, cursing out the skies

and then he spots someone crying in the rain, he initially thinks nothing of it, until he realizes its you

the girl who he “begrudgingly” helped study on weekends, the one who he was up until 2AM with, even though he slept like a grandpa

now he’s cursing for a different reason, he comes over to you

he is gonna wanna kill someone when he finds out and tbh you should let him but thats just me

in the past, people have abandoned him due to his personality, and though it hurt in the moment, he got over it pretty quickly

and tbh, most of the time he had a little squad of jerks following him around so he didn’t really care abt anyone else.

Staring at the text she’d just recieved, Y/N let out a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. Her so called best friend wasn’t coming, and would never be coming again. Apparently she had better things to do than hangout with some wannabe hero. Blinking away the tears, Y/N stood making her way to the exit of the shop, she stepped outside.

She was beginning to regret ever leaving the UA campus, because at this point she’d much rather be crying in bed rather than in public. Y/N was suddenly grateful that the café was relatively close as she speedily walked down the sidewalk.

The one person she thought would be there for her through everything, through all the pain and joy and anything in between, was gone. Great.

At least it couldn’t get worse than this, she decided as she saw the UA Campus in the distance, relief flooding her as her pace quickened.

Then she saw lightning in the distance, thunder rattling in the sky, Y/N couldn’t help but wince. As water began to poor over her she paused her steps, exhaling deeply as she looked up at the sky.

Then the tears began to fall, a hand coming to her mouth to quiet the sobs escaping her as she fell to the ground, seating herself at the side of the road, Y/N felt her body shake as she tried to force herself to even out her breathing.

Meanwhile, Katsuki was cursing out the skies, he’ been on his way back from visiting his parents when it began to pour. Immediately bringing his jacket over his body to try and shield himself from the brunt of the rain as he ran through the now empty streets. Save for one shaking person on the side of the road, causing him to raise a brow at, it was pouring rain and they were just sitting there?

He slowed temporarily to try and get a better understanding of what was going on, only to realize he recognized the person. Y/N. His classmate, the one he begrudgingly tutored on the weekend, the one he cursed out when she forgot to eat, the one who kept him up until 2AM even though his bedtime was normally 9PM.

Katsuki grimaced, coming up behind her with his jacket overhead to try and shield her from the rain as he spoke, “what the hell are you doing out right now? You’re gonna get sick.”

Y/N jumped at the sudden voice behind her, though she knew it was Katsuki, she turned to see he was holding his jacket over the two of them, the red of her eyes a dead giveaway that she’d been crying. She couldn’t bring herself to speak as she looked up at him in shock. What was he doing here?

Katsuki’s face fell as his eyes scanned her for injuries, “who did this to you?” He wasn’t the best when it came to comfort, and he feared that would show as he began to interrogate her.

Blinking Y/N realized what she must’ve looked like, trying to shake off the feelings she was experiencing she spoke, “we should go.” Wiping the water from her face, she moved to stand, and Katuski moved with her, his eyes still on her face.

“Hold this side of the jacket.” He ordered, and she did as she was told, bringing one hand up to the left side of the jacket, which was now soaked in water and doing little to help. This action provided Katsuki with a freehand to put on the small of her back and push her forward rather aggressively. He lead them to a small grocery store on the street, pushing the door open.

They were dripping wet, and looking up at Katsuki, who had returned to interrogating her, Y/N couldn’t help it when more tears leaked out of her eyes and she lunged forwards to tackle him in a hug.

He quickly shut up, body stiffening momentarily before he allowed his hands to wrap around her waist and return the hug. “Thank you,” she mumbled, burying her head in his chest.

Brows furrowed, Katsuki scoffed, “yeah, yeah. Whatever.” He turned to the view the rest of the store, “pick out some food, I’ll cook you something when we get back.”

Looking up at him, her mouth gaped open, “are you serious?”

“Did I stutter, you idiot?”

kirishima ejirou

okay so

kirishima definitely is gonna hound you with questions when he finds you crying

like he cannot allow his bb to cry

not that you know you are his bb but like

it would be unmanly of him to just leave you in such a state so he does his best to comfort you.

has likely never experienced something like this so he can’t really empathize with you but he’ll try

basically tries to make you smile and laugh the entire time you are upset

contemplates talking to the girls for help, but he doesn’t know if you want others involved

instead texts them how girls like to be treated when sad but in a very vague way and tries to pass it off as some obscure tik tok trend

they go along with it, thankfully, mina has a major obsesssion though so shes upset she didn’t know about this trend

thats how kirishima accidentally started a tik tok trend

will respectfully commit a murder

respectfully

i’ll help

least likely to acc go through with murder tho

he’s going to try his best

also goes the food route, based off his studies via the “tik tok trend” and he will gladly hold you

Exiting the convenience store with a plastic bag of candy in hand, Kirishima sighed. He’d been out longer than anticipated, and it was already getting dark. The grey clouds above signaling the possibility of rain, Kirishima grimaced, he needed to get back to UA quickly.

He’d intended to have a movie night with the rest of the Bakusquad that night, and maybe even invite Y/N. He’d been trying to work up the courage to finally ask her out, but it hadn’t been going well. He didn’t feel very manly each time he chickened out, and Kaminari’s teasing didn’t help at all, escaping him was the main reason Kirishima agreed to pick up the candy that day.

Sighing, Kirishima continued to walk, though the rain came faster, pouring down onto him as he groaned in annoyance, hoping that it wouldn’t damage his snacks as he pulled his jacket off to provide himself with some cover. Though it wasn’t very helpful, it was better than nothing.

He begins to speed up, jogging slightly when he notices someone on the curb, seated. Kirishima frowns, moving behind them and bringing his jacket over them, “hey, what are you doing?” Considering how much it was raining now, and the sound of the thunder overhead, he figured the storm that was coming would only get worse. Being outside was the worst idea. And as a hero in training, he simply couldn’t allow this action.

The mysterious person turns around, and Kirishima suddenly realizes its his classmate, his frown only deepening when he sees her swollen eyes. “Kirishima? She says, confusion clear in her tone as she looks up at him, eyes wide. They knew each other fairly well, though he could be shy at times, he was fun, and nice. And of course, rather respectful during all their interactions, she liked him.

Kirishima pauses before finding himself sitting beside her in the pouring rain and allowing the water to hit him as he lowered his jacket, pulling a candy bar from his bag. “What’s wrong?” He asked, extending the candy to her. Though it would likely react poorly should she open it and the candy came in contact with the rain, it was the thought that counted.

Y/N’s mouth gaped open as she smiled sadly at him, taking the candy bar from him, “thank you.” She whispered, “it doesn’t really matter anymore, though.” She looks up at the sky, water cascading down her face as she inahles deeply.

Suddenly, Kirishima’s hand is in hers, “it’s bothering you, so obviously it matters.” He tugs her hand to get her to stand up alongside him, “and it wouldn’t be very manly of me to leave a pretty lady out in the rain.”

A laugh escaped Y/N at this, “and I could never force a handsome man like yourself to stay out in rain.” Comes her reply, “let’s go.”

She wasn’t alone. Not while she had him.

shinsou hitoshi

WELL

definitely the best at comforting someone especially with something like this

feeds you sweets because food makes everything better, will be affectionate just for this instance because he knows you just want some love during this time

the best to talk to about it tbh, he’s very good at giving advice and listening to your problems

i feel like shinsou has probably experienced something similar in the past and he’s gonna understand what you are feeling

won’t try to make you open up but you’ll want to, he has a comforting presence

very calm about it, gently speaks with you and guides your actions, makes sure you take care of yourself if you are in a really bad place

once you’ve stopped crying he’ll ask you what happened and should you tell him he’ll honestly be VERY mad

like why would someone do that to an ANGEL like YOU???

is genuinely confused and potentially in a murderous mood

and he has the quirk to get away with it

wants to go off on this person though, desperately, and should he ever run into them they are going to get a piece of his mind

a really really mean piece of his mind

Shinsou frowned as he felt a droplet of water fall onto his head, realizing that rain would likely come soon, he picked up the pace of his walk. He’d been out at the bookstore, and was suddenly grateful that he hadn’t bought anything as he watched everyone in the shopping center begin to retreat to their cars and into shops.

He watched a lightning flashed in the distance, brows furrowing at the realization that a storm was coming when thunder accompanied the sight and pouring rain soon followed. UA wasn’t far, but he didn’t really want to have to run in the rain up the hill the school had been built upon.

Turning a corner, his eyes scanned the area in search of a shop he could wait out the storm in when they fell on the figure of someone seated in the rain, no umbrella or hood to protect them from the downfall, and their body shaking.

Then he recognized the hoodie. It was his actually, and he knew exactly who he’d lent it to.

Y/N L/N. The pretty girl in the hero course who’d threatened anyone who spoke poorly of him, defending his honor even though he never asked. She was always kind to him, even when they weren’t the closest of friends. Though that had changed, the pair now talking almost daily about a variety of things, something Shinsou was grateful for.

Questions flood his mind as he removes his jacket and brings it above him, going over to her, and when he’s close enough he can hear her small sobs, barely muffled by the palm of her hand. Shinsou can’t help but feel concerned as he brings his jacket above her to shield her from the rain, “hey, let’s go.” He mumbles gently.

Y/N looks up at him, her eyes red and puffy, and if it weren’t pouring Shinsou would’ve hugged her right there. “What are you doing?” When she’d simply collapsed in the rain, her emotions overwhelming her, she hadn’t assumed Shinsou would randomly appear.

“Getting you out of the rain.” Came his response, “come on, we can wait out the storm in the café.” Shinsou would’ve extended a hand had he not be preoccupied by holding up his jacket, which was now soaking through.

Sniffing, she nodded, “yeah, you’re right.” She stands, and he follows her movements, jacket never leaving her figure as the pair makes their way to the door of the café. Y/N pushes the door open, and they both enter, allowing him to finally put the jacket above his head down, though it started soaking onto the floor.

He threw it outside, much to Y/N’s shock, “I don’t wanna dirty the floor.” Shinsou explained nonchalantly, his purple hair sticking to his forehead. “Have you eaten?”

“Sorry about your hoodie.” She mumbled, at they moved out of the way of the entrance.

Raising a brow, he extended a hand, “that didn’t answer my question.”

Y/N’s brows furrowed as she looked to his hand, tilting her head in confusion as she placed her hand into his, Shinsou gave her a small smile before leading her to the line of the café as she replied, “no. I didn’t.”

His brows draw together as she looks at her, she seems resigned, quieter than normal. “How about a muffin then? Or maybe a cupcake?” He peers into the display window, squinting at the variety of foods. “I say cupcakes,” In his experience, sugary foods always made things better, to an extent at least.

Giving him a tight lipped smile, she nodded, “sure.” He was trying. It was better than nothing if she was honest. Considering the fact that her best friend had abandoned her today, it was a nice reminder, that she wasn’t alone. She had other people, regardless of what had happened.

Shinsou’s eyes met hers as he sighed, bringing his free hand to the back of his neck, “you wanna talk about it?” He knew they’d have to address it at some point, there was no denying that she had clearly been crying, something had upset her.

Shaking her head, Y/N pulled him closer using their joined hands and brought him into a hug, “not right now.” It was an oddly intimate moment, despite the fact that they were in public.

Regardless, he pulls her tightly against him, wrapping his arms around her protectively as he responds, “alright.

A/N: if anyone ever needs to talk or anything pls know im here! my dms are always open to anyone for anything :D

anyways, remember to sleep well, eat food, and drink water!

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