#my hero academia x reader

[deadhands69]

OKAY PLLLLLLS giving bakugo his first ever bj. He’s so nervous but excited. He’s 22 and is finally ready to let himself feel something other than anger and frustration, and he’s letting you give him so much pleasure.

Okay!

MDNI

Katsuki Bakugo is terrified. He knows he shouldn’t be, all of his friends have done it before and talk about getting blowjobs nonstop. But still, as he looks down at you hovering above the zipper of his pants, he can't help it if his hands are shaking and sweating. What if it’s a weird shape and he has no clue until you’re that close? Or maybe he will cum before you even put it in your mouth and then you’ll tell everyone. Worse, what if he tastes bad?

Ironically, his anxiety is what got him into this mess in the first place. Everyone kept saying he needs to relax. Making jokes about how if only he got his dick sucked maybe he wouldn’t be so this *gesturing at all of him.* Eventually, you realized there may actually be some truth to that and took it upon yourself to help him out. 

So, when you asked if you could give him a blowjob - of course he said yes. A million times yes. Under the stress of it all, he really wants it too. He hasn't said it out loud, but he's been looking forward to doing this with you all week. It's all he's been able to think about. And when you say you'll make him feel good, he trusts you.

“Okay, let’s just - let’s just get this over with,” he stutters, unsure of how to properly convey the mix of feelings he has. Fortunately, you're used to reading through his roughness.

You pull down his pants and underwear, revealing an absolutely gorgeous dick. It’s apparent he showered and tried to clean up the hair around it to be presentable, but it goes way beyond that. The slight curve, perfect shape, and rosy tip are beautiful.

You’ve been staring too long and he's starting to look uncomfortable; you pull yourself back to reality.

"So pretty," you murmur, trailing a finger along the vein running down his length.

His fists are clenched around the bunched up sheets near his hips. In some combination of nervousness and excitement (they're nearly the same feeling, he's finding) you can tell he’s trying hard to control his breathing. Under the tenseness, you can still tell he's ecstatic this is happening. It's the way he looks at you. How he got hard the moment you walked into the room. The way his painfully hard dick twitches at your lightest touch.

When you lick him from base to tip, he swears everything else in the world disappears. Melting like he's ice cream and you're a hot summer day. Nothing else could possibly matter when your mouth feels like that. This is what everyone was talking about? Nothing anyone told him prior to this did any justice to how amazing this feels.

You take him fully into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you slide up and down. One of your hands cups his balls while the other grips his base, holding him in place.

Involuntarily, he whimpers at your touch. His deathgrip on the bed lessens. He runs his fingers through your hair, moving it out of your face to watch. Your eyes meet his as you stare up at him; it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

He gasps as you pull back, swirling your tongue around his tip.

"You feel so fucking good," he moans at you. Hips jerking up, searching for any amount of friction he can find.

Normally, he hates messes but he’ll make a massive exception for this. Who would have known that seeing your spit dripping down his cock would be so hot?

He doesn’t last long, which you take as a compliment. 

“Fuck, bout to cum,” he warns, assuming you’ll want to stop.

Rather than move out of the way, you continue what you’re doing. Taking him deeper into your mouth before he blows his load into the back of your throat. He sits up, doubling over to wrap his arms around you as much as he can. As far as he can remember, that’s the hardest he’s ever cum. Although, admittedly, he can’t remember much right now.

Pulling you up with him, he lays back on the bed. Kissing your swollen lips, he can taste himself on you.

And he’ll never be able to look at your perfect mouth the same way again.

[kaiser1ns]

Biceps. You love your boyfriend’s biceps—strong, veiny, and just the right amount of show-off. When he effortlessly carries something heavy for you, it’s your knight in shining armor. Or when he stretches, his muscles taut, inviting your gaze to linger just a bit too long, what a view. Clinging to his arm while walking, tracing the muscles, or wrapping a delicate pink ribbon around his bicep that is barely holding on. And when he hugs you from behind, skin to skin, there’s no better feeling. Your favorite, though? When he cages you between those arms, your back pressed to the wall, completely at his mercy yet feeling utterly safe. 

And on the days he’s far away, he knows exactly what to do: send you a photo of him flexing, those strong arms on full display. It never fails to brighten your mood because he knows exactly how to save you, even from miles apart.

Oh, you truly love your boyfriend and his incredible biceps.

(bllk.) michael kaiser, oliver aiku, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, shoei barou, nagi seishiro, kunigami rensuke (wbk.) endo yamato, umemiya hajime, hiragi toma, togame jo, takiishi chika (jjk.) toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen, gojo satoru, nanami kento (hq.) kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou, hinata shoyo, miya atsumu, miya osamu, suna rintarou, iwaizumi hajime (hsr.) dr. ratio, moze, gallagher, jing yuan, mydei + your fav

[inumkii]

dating rumors part 2

shinsou, monoma, dabi, shigaraki, hawks x reader (individual)

false rumors have been circulating that you and a certain person are a little closer than you let on

part one (izuku, bakugou, denki, sero) also shouto’s is here in a diff scenario

notes: monoma stops responding because i like to think hes so genuinely shocked he cant think of anything snarky to say. he can dish but he cant take!!!!

[metranart]

You hear Hawks whimper, cock in hand while stroking himself at the same pace of Dabi's hips.

"You two make such a lovely picture .”

The kneeling blond loving the way your lips stretch, wide and vulgar, to swallow the ex-villain properly, his pubic hair bumping your nose with each bob. 

"His thights are trembling so bad, (Y/N)," Keigo rests a soft hand on one of Dabi's shivering thighs, "don't stop, he's embarrassingly close..." he teases, chuckling as the Todoroki sends him to fuck himself, in a choked grunt.

Your free hand reaches for Hawk's cock, and you replace his big hand with yours, pumping him as you finish the Todoroki off with your mouth.

“Sorry to break it to you, Kei,” Dabi starts, voice a mix of heaves and groans, “b-but that dumb look you got o-on your face right now isn’t exactly of s-someone who’s going to last lo-longer than me. FUCK!”

His voice putters off into a series of strained, frantic groans. Unthinking and delirious on pleasure, closing his mouth around the soft flesh of his own palm to bite hard and avoid keeping sounding like a bitch in heat while cumming. 

"Squeeze him dry, baby. Show him his worth." Keigo snickers, wickedly. Anticipation killing him. The drained Dabi is, the more he'll have you all to HIMSELF.  

➡️ NSFW ART (Dabi x Reader x Hawks) 😈

[chaoticnephalemcinnamonroll]

Bakugo: I don’t need anymore friends. I already have four. Kirishima: Don’t you mean five? Bakugo: looks directly at Y/n who’s doing something weird then looks at him noticing his gaze Bakugo: No, I’m pretty sure I meant to say four. Y/n: Cause we’re best friends!…?

[kikyoupdates]

Goddess Wink ⭑˚💘⭑ 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑦

bnha x f!reader

reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, slowburn

Ever since your Quirk first manifested, you’ve been the apple of everyone’s eye. With the goal of becoming a hero, you enroll to U.A. and soon find yourself drawing the attention of many. Will you form genuine connections with others, or is this all just your power's will?

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There was a stranger in your bed, and he was sitting around so casually, as if he hadn’t just broken into your room. He’d referred to you by your name, so maybe he was acquainted with Mikael somehow? But then again, Rui or one of the other attendants would have told you that there was a guest waiting for you in your room. In any case, something was off about this guy.

You narrowed your eyes, activating your Quirk. “Whoever you are, keep your distance from me, and don’t try anything funny.”

He was still smiling, staring at you with those golden eyes of his. Without warning, he sat up, and rushed right over to you, so close that your noses were nearly touching. You let out an audible gasp and tried to back away, but his hand came down against your hip to hold you in place.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Your powers won’t have any effect on a god.”

A god—?

“You and I have never actually met before, but I’ve been keeping a very close eye on you. I’m Ares,” he introduced, his lips curved into a devious smile. “You probably know me as the Greek God of War.”

“Uh—I’m—what?”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Was this some kind of sick prank? How and why would a god have come down to speak with you in person? But he spoke so assuredly… and nobody other than the members of your household knew of your connection to the gods. If he really was who he said he was, then it would explain how he knew who you were, not to mention that your powers hadn’t affected him at all.

“Your surprise is to be expected,” Ares chuckled, taking a step back. “But I can assure you, I am who I claim to be. If you want, I can wreak some havoc nearby to prove my point.”

“You’re really one of the gods?”

“Sure am,” he grinned. “I know pretty much everything that’s happened in your life so far. You’ve never met your biological parents, you were raised in an orphanage, and during your stay there you awakened to your power—or Quirk, as it’s referred to in this age. Your current caretaker, a descendant of Eros, found you and brought you in. And you, of course, are none other than a descendant of Aphrodite.”

You swallowed. There was no way he could have known this much, not unless Mikael told him everything. So… you were actually face-to-face with a god right now? And a rather dangerous one, at that.

“How am I able to see you right now?” you asked. “And touch you?”

Ares shrugged. “It’s not uncommon for gods to take on mortal appearances when they visit the human world. I could take on any appearance I wanted, but I chose to look like someone close to your own age. It just makes things easier. But all the trivial stuff aside, I really am amazed,” he marveled, looking you over with a gleam in his eyes. “For a mortal, you’re so incredibly beautiful. Truly the embodiment of Aphrodite.”

“Uh, thanks, I guess. But why exactly are you here?”

“What do you mean? I wanted to see you, of course.” He jerked your hand into his own—rather harshly, at that. You glanced down at your intertwined fingers, then eyed the giddy expression spreading across Ares’ face. “I wanted to meet my lover, in the flesh.”

“Lover?” you gaped.

“Yes, lover,” he hummed. “You, who embodies Aphrodite’s traits in a mortal body, is of course destined to be my lover, just as she was. Or—still is, to be exact.”

You’d spent all of three minutes with this guy, but it was already more than enough for you to conclude that the gods were fucking weird. Come to think of it, you vaguely remembered something about Aphrodite and Ares being romantically involved when you’d been reading up on mythology. But he could literally go see the real Aphrodite, so what was the point in coming to you? Not to mention…

“I’m not Aphrodite,” you frowned, trying to pull your hand out of his grasp. “I’m just her descendant. That means she’s my ancestor, which basically means that you’re trying to get with one of her children. Doesn’t that sound kind of messed up to you?”

Ares let out a short, deranged laugh. “Ha! When you’re immortal, those kinds of things are insignificant.”

“Can’t you just go spend time with the actual Aphrodite instead?”

“The gods are always busy with their own duties, so getting together isn’t as simple as it may seem. Besides,” he waved off, “she’s married to my brother, Hephaestus, which makes it that much more of a pain. I’d much rather have a mortal beauty all to myself.” He licked his lips at you, and you had the sudden urge to knee him in the groin. You already kind of knew just how much of a mess the relationships between the gods were, but this just reaffirmed it.

“Anyways!” you squeaked, still trying to pull your hand away. “You’re like thousands of years older than me, and it’s weird! Go find someone your own age!”

“But I want you, [Name].” Ares wrapped his arms around you and pressed his lips to your forehead. His strength, even in mortal form, was seriously no joke. You couldn’t get away no matter how hard he tried.

“Gross! Get off of me!”

He just laughed at your fruitless efforts, no doubt deriving some sadistic pleasure from watching you squirm. Why did he have to be the god you met? Why couldn’t you have met Artemis instead? Or Apollo? Hell—you’d even take Hades at this point.

“[Name]? Is everything alright?”

Mikael…!

You heard his voice from the hallway and looked back over your shoulder to see him staring into the room wide-eyed. Well, of course. Some random dude he’d never seen before had broken into his house and had you stuck in a choke-hold, after all.

“Mikael!” you wailed. “You’ve gotta help me! Ares decided to come down from Olympus to tease me, and he’s totally weird!”

“Ares…?”

Mikael was too confused to even budge, his gaze shifting from you to the silver-haired boy pressing you against his body. Ares laughed again, still showing no sign of releasing you.

“Hello, descendant of Eros. Since he’s my child, that technically makes us related too, huh?”

You clawed at Ares’ back, flailing your legs out left and right. “Mikael! It’s your house—do something!”

“Uh, I see.” He adjusted the collar of his shirt, tipping his head forward slightly. “Pardon me, I’m just quite taken aback. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, honored god. If you don’t mind, would you release [Name] for the time being? She’s getting rather worked up.”

“Nah, I’m good,” Ares smirked, hugging you so tight it felt like your ribs were going to snap. “Since you’re here and all, why don’t you come in and have a chat with us?”

You groaned, but you realized that Mikael was just as helpless in this situation as you were. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. Ares lifted you up into his arms, made his way over with you towards the bed, and promptly sat you down onto his lap. You hated this guy already. Oh, if only one of the other gods would just come down and give him a good beating, you’d be forever thankful.

“I have to admit, I never imagined meeting any of the gods in person,” Mikael said. “At first I was surprised, but the longer I’m around you, the more I can feel the strength of your energy and spirit. There’s no doubt in my mind that you’re the real Ares.”

You gritted your teeth. “He’s a real pain in the ass, is what he is.”

“Now, now, [Name]. We have to be respectful.”

“My woman’s a real feisty one, isn’t she?” Ares mused. “It’s adorable. I might just kidnap her right now.”

“Excuse me?!” you choked.

“So, you wanted to see [Name],” Mikael nodded. “But why visit now? Her powers first awakened many years ago.”

“I wanted to wait and see how she turned out. She’s bloomed into a beautiful young lady, and I just couldn’t help myself anymore.” He squeezed you closer and nuzzled his nose against your cheek. Aphrodite this, Aphrodite that… this power really was turning out to be way more trouble than it was worth.

Mikael folded his hands over his lap and smiled. “Yes, she’s grown up to be beautiful and kind. Even with Aphrodite’s gifts, she isn’t vain or selfish. In that sense, she’s turned out quite a bit different than the goddess herself.”

“True,” Ares acknowledged. “Aphrodite was never the strongest-willed of the gods.”

You titled your head, smirking up at him. “Hm? Are you sure you want to badmouth your lover like that? I might just end up tattling to her myself.”

“Ha-ha. If she ever decides to show herself to you, then be my guest.”

“Whatever, just—haven’t we talked enough? Let go of me already.”

Ares looked you over again, mischief and adoration in his eyes. “Yes, unfortunately, I can’t afford to stay too long, but I’ll be sure to visit again soon.”

“Lucky me,” you groaned.

“There was just one last thing I wanted to say. I see that you’re striving to become a hero, but you’re consciously limiting your powers, so they won’t affect others without you wanting them to. Wouldn’t it be easier to use them and have everyone bend to your will?”

Your gaze fell to the ground. “Maybe the gods are fond of using their gifts to manipulate others, but it feels a little slimy to me. Sure, even I enjoy activating my Quirk from time to time to tease some people, but I don’t want that to be how I live my life. I’m worried I won’t be able to tell what’s actually real anymore.”

“I see.”

To your great relief, Ares patted your head and finally let you out of his grasp. He stood up from the bed, gave Mikael a subtle nod, and announced that he’d be taking his leave. You watched as his body slowly began to shimmer and glow, almost translucent.

“Oh, and, [Name]?”

“Yes?”

Your breath hitched in your throat. You didn’t even have time to let out a gasp, since his lips had already entrapped your own in a kiss. The apples of your cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and you hurried to pull away.

“Ugh! You damn perverted god!”

Ares was grinning ear-to-ear. “Just a little parting gift, so you don’t forget who you belong to.” And with that, his body emitted a burst of light, disappearing with a flash right before your eyes. Mikael offered you a sympathetic smile, patting your shoulders in consolation.

“There, there. Eccentric as he may be, it’s still an honor to be visited directly by one of the gods.”

You puffed out your reddened cheeks. You could already tell he was going to be a huge pain to deal with.

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[heartkaji]

currently thinking about bakugo “it’s not that deep” katsuki.

katsuki’s got a temper that makes him more chalant than not, but when it comes to everything else the blonde is relatively…unreactive. it’s not like he tries to be that way, he just has to be. when you’re surrounded by idiots like denki & sero on a daily basis, you eventually learn to choose your fucks & allocate them wisely.

“bakugo, class 1-B’s been hogging the hero equipment—how do we train now ?”

“it’s never that deep, tape face. just go later y’dumbass”

“bakubro, i think my situationship just blocked me—“

“literally just move on. really not that serious.”

the phrase has practically become katsuki’s signature one liner. so it’s a shock when his friends make you realize you’ve never actually heard the words from his lips.

“katsuki ? and nonchalant ? in the same sentence ? you must be joking.”

mina & sero are watching outer banks with your laptop while denki & kiri glance at each other in confusion. “you’re serious? he’s never said stuff like that to you ?”

“like ever?”

“never.” you run a brush through your hair. “though i guess i could imagine him talking to you guys that way.”

“double standards go crazy” mina mumbles. “real.”

“no, guys—all hope is not lost. it could be that y/n is really rational so he never has to say it, you feel me ?”

you scoff, but denki keeps talking, “we can test this out. just get y/n to act really dramatic and see how bakugo reacts.”

sero pauses the episode, ignoring the scowl that graces mina’s lips. “fifty bucks there really is a double standard and bakugo won’t act all nonchalant.”

“fifty bucks ? that’s half my salary!”

“not my fault you work at mcdonald’s dawg. you guys in or what ?”

kiri’s quick to strike the deal on kaminari’s behalf. denki’s about to protest when the fiery blond walks in.

“disgusting. why are you all sitting around like degenerates? not you baby.”

“what happened to ‘hello, how are you?’”

“hi ‘suki.” you purr, ignoring sero. katsuki dips his head to peck your lips, a quiet ‘hey pretty’ mumbled into your cheek.

sero snaps his fingers at the display of affection. “excuse me? in front of my obx?”

“the one you’re watching with my netflix subscription?” bakugo snaps the laptop shut and mina protests with a mouth full of popcorn. you’re about to playfully defend the duo when kirishima nudges your elbow. he cocks his head towards bakugo and you understand immediately.

“katsuki,” you tug at the hem of your boyfriend’s sleeve & look into his eyes with the most tender expression you can muster. “i’m out of lipliner.”

“okay ?”

you hear a snort and you know it’s from sero.

“there’s nothing ‘okay’ about it ‘suki. i need a new one or else i’ll literally die.”

bakugo’s brows knit in confusion. “is this your way of begging me for money?” he begins to dig at his wallet and you swat his arm away.

“beg is insane.”

“i don’t need your money.” you snap. “i need my lipliner. now”

“just order—“ “now.”

“what do you mean now? it’s almost nine pm, where the fuck are you going ?”

“nowhere. i just need it.”

“do you have a fever ?” “katsuki!”

“i need it now ‘suki,” you hug your arms around his body and place your chin on his chest. “if i don’t get it right now i’m literally gonna cry.”

your lips jut into a pout. you can tell he’s about to protest so you take his palm into your own. “it’s not that—fuck. whatever. where the hell are my keys ?”

he gently nudges you off him before grabbing the car keys off the front table, a string of grumbles leaving his lips as he sets out on the side quest regardless. he shuts the door behind him & suddenly the room buzzes back to life.

“y/n your pussy cannot be that good.”

“literally what i’m saying bro.”

“ho did you use rose quartz on him ??”

“i always knew you were a witch for real.”

“this whole interaction just piss me off.”

“i’m going home. denki and kiri, you owe me fifty bucks each.”

“EACH ?”

( bonus )

it’s nearly half an hour later & katsuki isn’t back so you’re starting to get worried. sero and the gang have already left, leaving you to deal with the growing anxiety by yourself. you finally decided to text your boyfriend only to find he’s sent you several messages already:

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embarrassing pictures

sending the mha boys an embarrassing picture of themselves🙀

ׂ ౨ৎ. cont. fem!reader, crack

ׂ ౨ৎ. incl. katsuki, izuku, shoto, touya, keigo, tamaki, eijiro

[thebestsetter]

"Boys don't cry"

He's heard those words ever since he was a little kid. The people around him always told him how he needed to be a "big boy", and big boys never cry.

He didn't cry when he scraped his knee on the slide. He didn't cry when he got his first failling grade. He didn't cry when things went badly in his life. He was sure his tear glands weren't even working at this point.

He never cries. He's a big boy. Big boys don't cry.

So why does he feel his cheeks wet when he sees you dressed in white?

Why does he feel like breaking down into tears while you make your way to the altar, smile radiant as ever and holding a big, pretty flower bouquet?

Why does he keep blinking his eyes as you approach him and link your hands with his? And why is his vision getting blurred when he realized you were soon to share the same last name?

It then dawned on him.

He wasn't a boy. He wasn't a big boy, either. He was a man.

And when the priest finally says: "You may kiss the bride" and he finally lets the tears fall freely as your mouths get closer, he realized he learned something today.

Boys don't cry, but men do.

And he was a man. Your man. And he would gladly cry in front of the whole world if it meant keeping that title.

TODOROKI SHOTO, Bakugou Katsuki, Kunigami Rensuke, REO MIKAGE (even tho he cried when Nagi left him lol), SENDOU SHUTO, Rin Itoshi, Megumi Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, ATSUMU MIYA, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, Oikawa Tooru, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, Kuroo Tetsuro, Ushijima Wakatoshi, KITA SHINSUKE + your favs!

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[shigarosie]

Izuku keeps cumming prematurely. It's to be expected, really, he was a virgin when you met and he gets worked up easily. You've never held it against him- in fact you find it pretty hot. He always keeps going, though it can be hard for him. Too intense. And embarrassing in his eyes. He's a firm believer in making your partner cum first. So you had to come up with something to help him hold off for a few minutes, for his sake.

That's how you end up on his lap, telling him to talk you through his last homework assignment or his favorite anime. He rambles through equations or plot points in extreme detail while you ride him, asking him questions to keep his focus off of your pussy and on whatever topic he chose. It works pretty well- he doesn't cum within the first fifteen minutes if fucking you, and you think it's hot when he rambles. It's a trait about him that initially attracted you to him in the first place. You love your nerdy little boyfriend and his rambling <3

[deadhands69]

It took hours, but you're finally ready for the hero gala. It's the one time of the year you make an effort: put on real clothes, spend time on your hair (and makeup, if you wear any), and aren't completely covered in rubble from work.

Walking out the door, you begin to wonder if it was all worth it. Sure, it's fun but so. much. work.

When you arrive, you make a beeline for the table your old friends are at. Denki Kaminari is tipping his chair back on two legs, feet precariously rested on another chair in front of him. As soon as he sees you, he does a double take. Eyes wide and jaw slack as he loses balance and tips over completely.

Yeah, the effort was definitely worth it.

[tyinghershoe]

Doing the TikTok ‘Hear Me Out’ trend with Bakugo except he crashes out every time you put something down.

“Okay, my first hear me out is Sans from Undertale.” 

That sends him into a frenzy. Bakugo immediately snatches the paper from you in hopes that it will let him forget what you just said.  

“What the fuck? A skeleton?” Red eyes glare into yours and you swear he looks as if he’s about to kill you.  

You just chuckle, “He won Tumblr Sexyman!” You explain, as if that one sentence justifies everything. It doesn’t. Who still uses Tumblr, anyway? 

Bakugo rolls his eyes and turns back to your phone, now awaiting his turn. 

“My hear me out is my partner, y/n.”  

Your eyes widen at his nonchalance, as if this is the most reasonable thing. As if dating you is that bad for him to include you. 

“Katsuki, you’re supposed to pick someone that’s undesirable!” You explain, hoping that this was just a misunderstanding, he was never the best at TikTok trends anyways. 

He shrugs, “Yeah and I’m sure my choice is justified once everyone hears what you just picked.” 

You scoff and look away, which makes him smile. 

“Also, I don’t have any ‘hear me outs’ so.” He begins softly, a small like forming, “The only one I want is you.”  

You turn to him and gush, “You’re so sweet.” A hand comes up to wipe a fake tear, and he’s almost proud of what he just did 

But that pride is quickly forgotten. 

“Anyways, my next pick is Bill Cipher!” 

“A triangle? Are you fucking joking?” He yells, his quirk activating. It’s safe to say that the cake was quickly destroyed soon after. 

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[miss-jaye]

katsuki's parents are fashion designers, so of course, you'd ask him for his opinion on the perfect outfit for lunch with them.

you've been in the bedroom for 10 minutes. katsuki’s been in the kitchen just as long, already dressed, waiting for you. he sighed, patience wearing thin. "you having trouble in there, doll?" he called out, his voice carrying through the house.

"nope! i'm done actually, coming down!" you replied, the sound of your heels clicking on the floorboards following soon after.

your fiance glanced at the staircase and… wow.

for a moment, it was like the world faded away.

all he could see was you.

you, in that beautiful dress.

a white dress with a delicate rose pattern, paired with red heels. your hair was down, loosely curled, with a white cardigan draped over your arm.

katsuki couldn’t tear his eyes away. you looked effortlessly stunning, and it hit him all at once—how lucky he was.

"so, what do you think?" your voice brought him back to the present. you were closer now, smiling up at him, that irresistible smile that always made his heart do somersaults. "the best part of this dress? it has pockets!" you added, grinning.

he blinked, trying to shake off the daze. "what's with you women and pockets in dresses?" he muttered, though there was no bite in his tone.

you pouted, and katsuki barely resisted the urge to reach out and pinch your cheeks, frustrated by just how cute you were. "pockets in dresses are rare, y'know? and it’s a hassle to carry a bag if you’re just bringing a few things."

"then why the fuck don't you just wear pants?"

"they're uncomfortable."

the blond sighed, shaking his head. "whatever."

you rolled your eyes, not letting him off the hook. "you didn’t answer my question."

he raised an eyebrow, "hah?"

"what do you think of the dress?" you tilted your head, waiting.

he hummed, his gaze sweeping over you from head to toe, admiring every detail. instead of answering, he tilted your chin up and pressed a slow, sweet kiss to your lips, pouring all his thoughts and feelings into that one gesture.

you melted into him, resting your hands gently on his chest. katsuki pulled away just enough to grab your hand. "let’s go."

you smiled softly behind him. "okay."

you didn’t need words to know how katsuki felt about the dress—or about you. his actions said it all.

[chaoticnephalemcinnamonroll]

Present Mic and Aizawa: Surprise! We're having a baby! Y/n: What?! Present Mic and Aizawa: pull out adoption papers It's you!

[simpee9000]

Katsuki Bakugo who has a FAT crush on reader. Who he hardly sees around.

You're a healer mainly, so you're in general courses and train with Recovery Girl on the side. He only sees you when you're with Shoto Todoroki, your half sibling. (Endeavour had an affair and failed to get custody after some things were exposed.)

You met at a family dinner, Shoto dragging him and Izuku along. Bakugo took a liking to you, liking how sharp you were. Cutting into any detail while everyone waiting for your next word. Bakugo tried to respect Shoto, not wanting to cross any boundaries. But god, did he want you. You were everything he wanted in a person and more-

So after graduation he spent more time injured than not. Making you joke about him doing it on purpose. Eventually you realized that actually was the case. So with a little pushing, he finally caved and forgot about his friendship for Shoto entirely. Focusing on the way you felt against him instead.

Lmk if this is interesting! I'll write a story for it or something!

[peachsukii]

content // bakugo + reader are married (26/27). talks of children/pregnancy. semi-breeding kink. intoxicated dirty talk.

Imagining that the annual Hero Gala is the perfect place for Bakugo to let loose once a year, celebrating with his colleagues about their success and knocking back endless drinks without hesitation. It's the only time he allows himself to truly let go. It's time to go home when his hands can't stop wandering your form in front of everyone.

You're barely through the door of your home before his hands are hiking up your dress and pressing your back to the door, begging to let him make a mess of you.

"C'mon baby," Bakugo slurs while messily sucking on your exposed collarbone, pressing his groin against your thigh to let you how badly he wants you. "Need'ta taste you...feel you."

Whenever he gets like this, it's all give give give, never take. Bakugo becomes obsessed with pleasuring you, and only you. He doesn't even take himself into account, too love drunk and lust driven to care about his own release. But tonight? Bakugo's got a new agenda in mind, thanks to Mina and Kirishima's talks of starting a family earlier that night. All it took was Mina to casually say, "She'd make such a perfect mom, don't you think?" while gesturing to you across the room.

And goddamn, it consumed him whole.

"Wanna make you a momma, gorgeous," he mumbles against the shell of your ear as he slides his fingers seamlessly into your panties. Your thighs clench, a soft whine falling from your lips when two fingers slip between your slick covered folds. "Mm, ya like the sound'a that? You're soaked."

Bakugo's laugh is sinister before licking along your jawline and crashing into a heated kiss, whiskey lingering on his tongue. He pulls away, fingers pumping languidly into your pussy, a string of saliva connecting the two of you before whispering against your lips.

"Gonna stuff that pretty cunt'a yours full of my cum an' fuck it into you all night long. Eat it out of ya and fill you up all over again." He stops to lick at your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth with a loud pop to leave you gasping for breath. "Fuck you so deep that you'll be leakin' cum for weeks."

Holy shit. You could faint on the spot.

"F-fuck Katsuki...bedroom, now."