#novah.frown

[diesukitsuki]

💜 anon, someone needs to stop my brain, Novah. I need affection cause i had a nightmare this night and my mind is focused on malewife Bakugou cuddling with you after a bad day

Just imagine him wearing only a black apron with printed skull (cause he's a fucking emo), the rest of his body naked (he likes cooking wearing almost nothing)

If you're not good at the end of cuddles, he can just fuck your insecurities/fears/stress out of you, and then bring you dinner in bed

CW;; cunnilingus, implied malewife! bakugou, fingering, :( not proofread read thoroughly, dom! bakugou(?) 18+, Blogs w/ no age indicators and minors DO NOT INTERACT

WC;; 1.5k(?)

note;; i suck at smut bc i can’t chalk up the energy to get to the good bit of it.. also i love you 💜 anon i hope you feel better soon 🥺 sorry for having this out so late.

Whenever Bakugou hears your keys rattling together and the muffled scratches of you trying to insert your key, he waits at least five seconds before making a b-line to the door just to greet you.

And when he greets you, he starts off by bending down and slipping off your heels. He knows you’re tired as shit with the way your shoulders sag, and it doesn’t go past him that the tail of your blouse is hanging, carelessly, out of your skirt. He murmurs a quiet ‘Welcome Home’ before neatly putting your shoes next to his. You let out a satisfied sigh, you roll your ankles. Your toes moving and stretching in the skin of your black stockings— He takes note of that.

When he comes back up, your hands are on his chest. Your giggle comes out as a tired chuckle when you see him wearing that apron you bought him. He frowns when you don’t notice the lack of shirt he’s wearing or his bear legs peeking out of the apron, implying that he’s only in his boxers— you must be really tired. He latches on to your wrists as they glide up to his neck then to his jaw, successfully cradling his face in your hands. He looks down at you. His stare is neutral like an observant cat. You give him a tired smile—happy to be in his presence.

You reach to give him a soft kiss on the lips, and he purrs against you. His body presses into yours as he tries to deepen the kiss. Hands breaking from your wrist, gliding down your arm and to the small of your waist. He tucks in the tail of your blouse back into your pencil skirt.

“I’m tired, honey. Work was hell.” You tell him as you break the kiss, leaving one last peck at the corner of his lips. He pouts, a huff pushing out of his nose. “C’mon, my feet hurt. Wanna sit down.”

So he lets you sit down on the couch.

When you sit down, you expect your husband to sit down next to you, allowing you to lay your head on his chest as you drone on about how your boss was being a jerk. Instead, he’s at your feet, and that’s when you realize he’s not wearing a shirt. His collarbones are exposed deliciously under the warm light of your living room. The gap between the thin apron and the small indent between his pec urges you to reach out and grope at his plush chest. You move forward, hand extended.

He slaps your hand away, “Oi watch your fuckin’ hands, pervert,” He glares at you, but it’s nothing serious.”Thought you were fuckin’ tired, hah?”

You smile, shrugging. “Why’re you on your knees then?”

“Your shitty ass feet hurt, don’t they?”

You don’t get a chance to respond when he brings one of your feet to his lap. His eyes are furrowed in concentration as he pressed and rubbed at your feet. You let out a soft moan as he pressed into a certain sore spot. Red eyes shoot up at your face before sinking back down to your feet. You sit back and close your eyes as he moved up your leg. You let out a mewl when his thumb digs into spot behind your calf, close to your knees.

“God,” You groan as he continues to knead at your muscles. “This feels so good. You’re so good at this ‘Suki.” You slur out, feeling sleepy from today’s stress and the diminishment of it. His hands were a miracle.

Your eyes pop open when you feel your pencil skirt ride up while his fingers press into the inside of your thigh. A soft moan escapes your lips as he kneads at your sensitive thighs. Your legs instinctively spread open even more, and he shuffles closer to you. His hands begin crawling towards your clothed slit, brushing his the knuckle of his thumb against your clit as he continues press at your thighs.

You look down at him, watching his hands continuously graze at your cunt. You try to hold back the whimper clawing at your throat as you sunk deeper into the couch, trying to get his hand further up.

Your change of positions doesn’t work, much to your dismay. So you let your hips wiggle, hoping the back of his hand would press a little harder at your cunt. You whimper as you watch him continuously knead at your doughy thighs. A deep chuckle only rumbles out of his chest. Your pussy clenches around nothing.

“Thought you were tired.” He says, still staring at his hands massaging at your sensitive thighs.

“You started it.” You huff, frustrated that he isn’t kneading, rubbing, touching you where you needed him to. “Not my fault you’re being a fucking tease.”

“Watch your mouth, sweetheart.” He warns, and you feel your pussy twitch as he looks up at you with a smug smile. “No need to be mean, when you can just ask, hm?”

Your brows furrows and you pout as you look at him. He only stares back at you, still needing.. still pawing.. You bite your lip, and sigh.

“Please touch me..”

“Hm?” His hands move back down to the middle of your thigh, and you whine. “Here?”

“No.” You bite. “Not there.”

“Well, you have to be more specific, baby, or I’m not gonna give it to ya.”

“Please…” You begin shyly. “Please touch my pussy..”

“Good girl.” He praises with a smirk set on his lips.” I’ll touch your pussy since you asked so nicely.”

Bakugou moves his hands back up. His hands on your thighs as his thumb presses against your swollen but covered clit. A moan leaves your lips when he begins to draw circles around it. Your hips instantly start lifting off of the cushion of the couch. His hand presses your hips back down.

You throw off your blazer, no longer needing the warmth that it provides. Bakugou grumbles. Annoyed with you throwing your jacket to the floor. You yelp when he pinches your clit in punishment. The pain and pleasure seizing up your muscles. He soothes your annoyance by kissing your thighs and rubbing at your clit. You moan in appreciation.

After circling it a couple of more times, He runs his thumb up and down your slit before returning back to rub at your clit. The subtle wet sound of your puffy lips could be heard as he teases them with the tip of thumb. You whine and squirm wanting more stimulation. He continues to rub and tease at your pussy lips, barely pushing them open.

Once he’s done teasing, he shifts even further towards your pussy. The smell of your sex hits him as delves in to take a teasing lick at your clit. Your hands find their way to his hair, trying to tug him even further. He lets you. His lips wrap around your clothed bud, sucking at it as he presses his harden cock against the couch. The pressure make him moan around your bud.

You whine at the vibrations, grinding yourself against his mouth in hopes to further stimulate yourself. It doesn’t work.

“Not enough,” You say, whining against him. “Not enough.”

He moves his hands from your thighs and pulls away. You squirm as his fingers move up and down your sex, trying to find your seam. A resounding tear of your stocking rips through the quiet living room, saved for your soft moaning and panting. You voice your annoyance, but he chooses to ignore you by ripping your panties as well.

“Katsuki!”

“I’ll pay for them.”

“Yeah. With my money.”

As soon as your quick banter is over, he doesn’t hesitate to lick a fat stripe over your cunt. You let out a moan of approval, tightening your hold on his hair. He groans at your tugging as he laps at your cunt, licking up and swallowing your slick. His pink tongue prods itself into your hole, pressing up and grinding against the spongy spot on the wall of your pussy.

Your hips bucks into him as you let out a sob. He straps your hips down with your arm. His nose bumps into your clit as his tongue continues to thrust into you repeatedly. He looks up at you, garnet eyes peering into yours. You squirm under his hold and under his eyes, overwhelmed by the pressure of his attention.

He unsheathes his tongue from your hole and shifts his attention to your clit. He places an open mouth kiss, before wrapping his lips around it to suck it. Your eyes widened as it rolls to the back of your head, overwhelmed with the feeling. A silent scream widens around your mouth. Your hand moves to latch behind you, digging your nails into the plush cushion.

Bakugou slaps your thighs. You whine at the loss as his lips pop off of your clit. He glares at you,“Pay attention to me.” You nod eagerly, hoping he’ll put his lips around you again.

And he does.

This time he sticks his two fingers in your fluttering hole, thrusting sporadically as he sucks onto your clit. His finger curled upwards to press up against that same puffy spongy wall. You try not to let the feeling overwhelm you, trying your best not to squirm or arch your back. Whenever your hazy eyes would drift off, he would slap your thighs again.

Bakugou bumps your legs over his shoulder as he increases the speed of his finger. You hear the sloshing and squelching of his fingers fucking into your wet cunt. Your thighs are damp with your juices as his palms slap against you. You feel yourself melting around his thick, thrusting fingers, babbling about how good it feels. The suction on you clit is inconsistent as he sucks and lick at it.

Your legs instinctively tighten around his head as you feel the coil in your stomach tighten up. His fingers never stop hammering into you as he gazes up to look into your eyes. Your brows scrunch up together as you feel yourself teetering off the edge.

Bakugou gives your clit one last suck and lick before pull off of it, leaving you whining.

“C’mon baby,” He goads as he increases the speed of his fingers. “Cum for me, c’mon. Cum for me, baby.” You keen when he angles his fingers, so his thumb could rub at you clit. Your legs begin to shake.

“Cum for me, please.” He practically whines as he feels your walls flutter around his fingers. “Want you to cum around my fingers.”

The coil in you snaps. Your legs tighten around Bakugou as you let your orgasm take you. A sob leaves your lips as he slowly thrusts his fingers into your, helping you ride out your orgasm. His praises fly out of your head, too fucked out to realize what he’s saying. You’re boneless when the waves of your orgasm settles. You see Bakugou dip his fingers into his mouth, tasting your juices. You see his slick-covered-cheeks bunch up into a smirk.

[diesukitsuki]

hi, Novah! I'm kinda nervous, i love your blog, amazing work! I am thinking about starting posting my stuff in my own blog, but something really stresses me out, i don't know if it's good enough or if people will like it..i would love some tips!

Anyways, if you're here for the thirst, here I go! Dragon King Bakugou, who has a counselor who likes to tease the king in front of the whole court. so he needs to teach her a lesson, fucking her on his throne, where anyone else could walk in and see the scene of the so smarty and confident king's counselor reduced to a mess with his thrusts.

(sorry for any mistake, English it's not my first language, have a nice day! Drink water, eat good, have enough sleep! If you want to identify me, i could be 💜 anon!)

CW;; 18+ only, spit play(?), impact play(?), condescending bakugou, breeding (light-ish), fem reader, um.. idk if i’m forgetting anything. Blogs w/ no age indicators and minors DO NOT INTERACT

WC;; 1.7k

note;; yall i ain’t gonna lie im so shit at smut. so forgive me.. 😭 and i’m tired asf so there might be typos and shit… also.. i blueballed yall sorry :(

PLEASE. This is so.. god, this is so fucking *puts my fist in my mouth* /pos.

ugh but can you imagine.. like he’s not used to that kind of treatment?? He’s so spoiled. He expects everyone to treat him with respect despite not returning it, and he assumes he’ll get what he wants with the snap of his finger. He does whatever the fuck he wants, and if he wants something, he’ll take it despite what anyone says.

He preens when people always follow his command and cower in his presence, basking in the elegance of a king like snot-nosed brat. He expects so much from the staff of his kingdom, and the court was sick of it having to always bend over backwards for him. They mutter amongst themselves at his ineloquent behavior, chittering about ways to tame this spoiled brat of a king.

So they hire you… without his knowledge.

When he meets you for the first time, his pretty counselor, he thinks you’re one of the concubines for his harem. You stood in the middle of the hall unassumingly, trying to ease your nerves before you met the king. Your nose is buried deep in a moleskin journal, sucked in by the copious amount of notes about the king that you wrote prior. A hand runs over your hip as he pulls you to his side with a smirk. You slap his hand away with a sneer, pushing him off of you. Disgust strikes through you, and you’re not shy when it comes to showing it on your face.

He flushes at the rejection. His eyes are wide with shock before pinching into choler. He chokes on his curses, fists curling and shoulders bunched up at his ears as you towers over you. You don’t seem to react.

Before he could straighten your ass out, his court rushes to introduce you, stammering out your name and precipitating from trepidation as they announce your new role in the kingdom. A roar of a laughter bounces around the kingdom walls. It fades quickly when he sees the court members shake and eye each other awaiting him to realize that they’re serious.

Bakugou expected you to bend at his will like everyone else did. He expected you to stammer and nod your pretty little head as he commanded you to do this and that. He expected you to praise his ideas with a wry smile. He expected you to be a good.

What he did not expect was for you to talk back to him, make irritating little comments about this and that, give him a little haughty response after he barks at you for correcting him. You even have the gall to call him dumb— in front of his court at that!!

You were infuriating, but his cock couldn’t help but twitch every time you bitched at him. Your brows furrowed, hands at your hips as you snarl are him. You had this habit of bending down and staring him right in his eyes as he sits on his throne. His eyes greedily glides down to your tits as you chewed him out with a smirk, happy that he was taking a beating to your words.. happy to see that he’s looking.

Even in the privacy of his own chambers, your face and annoying ass voice invades his head. His cock is annoyingly hard every time you make his way to his head, being all snarky and bratty. His tip is sticky and dripping whenever he frees his heavy cock out, fucking his fists to the idea of shoving his cock in your mouth just to shut you up.

One day, you were nagging him about something, calling him careless and dumb as you recalled something he did this morning— He sent a group of soldiers to terrorize the village located at the bottom of mountain, which was NOT apart of his territory.

His cheek is cradled into his hand with a blank look on his face, watching your plush lips smack together, makin’ words he doesn’t even care to process. You have your hands on your hips while that stupid journal of yours is tucked in between your armpit. He eyes the opening of your blouse, watching your breasts heave as you continue to scold him for this and that. The bored look on his face told you he didn’t know nor did he care about what you were yapping about, and you sigh:

“Are you even listening, my king?” The nickname was supposed to be mocking, but it did quite the opposite effect you wanted to.

Before you knew it you’re on his lap. Your stupid notebook thrown to the side, and Your pencil skirt bunched up at your moving hips. His cock buried deep into your cunt, dragging itself up and down against your gummy walls. He groans under the bite of your nails as they plant themselves on to his broad shoulders. Large hands gripping onto your hips, guiding them up and down, while his mouth latches onto your nipple as he watches you ride his dick.

You were so cute trying to get yourself off on his dick. Huffs and whines fly out of your plump lips, pouting at the fact that you’re barely at the base of his cock. Your brows are scrunched up together letting something so big consume you. A growl leaves him, and you shiver in return. Your concentrated expression makes him want to eat you alive, makes him want to show slam up into you and give you all of him… But he holds himself back, promising himself that the end result would he better if he waited.

He lets go of your tit with a pop.

“You love this cock, don’t cha baby? You love your king’s cock?” He coos. A smirk hooks at his lips as he watches you try and undo yourself.

You almost forget to answer the question, too caught up on feeling his fat cock split you open. The curve and girth of it pressing into the right places, leaving you drooling.

You nod, dumbly, eager to please. The sound of skin slapping and the squelching of your pussy swallowing his cock bounced off the high ceilings and vast walls of the throne room. Embarrassed and afraid of unwanted eyes, You bite back your moans.

“C’mon. ” He goads. The head of his cock kissing your cervix as he thrusted his hips upward with a grunt finally bottoming inside of you. He groans, “Oh fuck, yeah.”

You let out a choked moan, eyes widening at the sudden movement. You hunch over in pleasure. Your sticky forehead pressed against his shoulder.

He quickly pushes you back so you could look at him. You looked so stupid, so dumb. Your cockiness no longer present. He thrusts himself back into you again, amusing himself while he watched your eyes cross.

“Say something, girly. The fuck you being so quiet for, hah?” He squints at you, his condescending smirk never leaving his lips. “You afraid of getting caught? Poor baby’s afraid is gonna be caught on the throne fucking the king? Your king?”

You nodded dumbly, whimpering. Drool dribbles down your chin as you continue to sloppily ride his dick, tits bouncing in front of his face. Bakugou brings his hands up to tug at your nipple before slapping one of your tits. You mewl.

“Is that all you can do? Just nod?” He laughs, “My dick makin’ ya stupid, honey? C’mon, you’re a smart girl, use your words like a big girl.”

“Ye—Yes, My—hngh— My king..”

“Tha’s right.. s’good for me, hm? I tell you what to do, and you’ll do it for me, right?” Moans pour out of your lips as you eagerly nod, “Atta girl.”

“and I get to do whatever I want with your body, right baby?” Your head bobs up and down as you whine around his cock. He slaps your tits again. It jiggles in impact, “C’mon, say it.” He grits.

Your hazy eyes blink rapidly, trying to form words as you cried out. “Ye—Fuck, Hngh,, Fuuck, yes.. You can do wh— Hah— Whatever you want with my,my body..” Bakugou groans, delighted with your obedience.

“Is that right?” He chuckles, “ Gonna let me breed you? Gonna let me fuck the shit out of you and knock you up?” A deep guttural moan leaves his lips at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. “You like that? You like the idea of giving me some little brats?”

You give him a shakey ‘fuck yes’ before slowing down. The weight of your body drags you down as you sloppily attempt to drags yourself up and down. Bakugou can feel your leg quiver. He unsheathes himself from your aching cunt.

Your hands find their way around his wrist as his hand comes around your throat. You look at him with hooded eyes, whimpering as he presses softly against your throat before pressing his lips against yours. He nips at the bottom of your lip before pushing his tongue through. You moan under the pressure of his tongue poking and prodding at your mouth. Once the two of you separate, a thin line of saliva connects the two of your before it dissolves into nothing. Your eyes are lidded and hazy when he searches for your reaction.

The hand on your throat slides up your throat. He slips his thumb through your lips. You take this as a sign to open your mouth. Your pink tongue peaking past your lip. Bakugou feels his cock ache as you innocently look at him. Your eyes rounded and expecting, willing to do anything for her king. He praises you with a quiet ‘good girl’ before shooting a white glob of spit onto your tongue. You happily trap your mouth shut. He can feel the your throat moves as you swallow.

When you open your mouth back up, the spit is out of sight. His eyes rolls to the back of his head as he groans.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking nasty.”

You’re dizzy when he flips you over and lays you on his chair. Your neck being forced to crane up because of the back of your chair. Bakugou towers over you as he pulls your legs apart with his hands on your knees. His cock slaps against your stomach, showcasing how deep it going to go.

The man in front of you stands back with his cock in hand. A wicked smile stretches across his face as he slaps the pink mushroom head onto your cunt.

“Beg for it.”

[diesukitsuki]

yes it's me,💜 anon, this is my home now, you can't get rid of me, and I'm afraid I have too much thoughts about bakugou UGH-

I mean, i just love the concept of a tiddie man bkg, it's just..art

ok this man is a busy pro-hero and you're a woman of success and fame too! you have your own company (#girlboss), however, whenever he gets home, all grumpy and tired, he just needs to lay his head in your tits

if he doesn't, he's just will be bitching all day, and if he's DAMN annoyed by hero work, hell probably get rid of your shirt and start sucking your nipples

he says that calms him! can you believe it? he just wants an excuse to suck on your tits, trust me

CW;; tit fucking, not a beta read, practicing my smut on this ask bc im shit at it imo, fem! reader, 18+ MDNI, also.. short little bullet point ficlet

note;; I WAS LITERALLY JUST THINKING ABOUT BAKUGOU SUCKING ON TITTIES LAST NIGHT.

I love the idea of the reader being a frosty bitch, but having big fucking milkers, y’know? I love that trope. It’s so dumb, but like i want to be someone’s mean mommy— anyways. This isn’t exactly girl boss reader and bakugou,, but it’s more what would bakugou do with ur titties.

— Bakugou loves to come behind you and just put your tits in his hand, lifting them up and squeezing them, especially when you’re busy doing paper work or lashing at one of your more incompetent staff members. It always throws you off, and you would have elbow him just to get him to back off.

— You give him this annoyed snarl before going back to whatever the hell you’re doing, and he finds it super fucking sexy when you’re all mean and bitchy towards him. It literally makes his dick throb and his tip wet.

— After your done tho, you spoil him a bit, and let him play with your titties: pinching, groping and sucking them to his hearts content.

— motorboating them if he’s feeling childish LMFAOO

— sometimes when you’re just laying on the couch, watching a netflix show everyone in your office is clamoring about and all huddled up in a blanket, he’ll join you after a long day of hard work. His silence was enough to tell you he wasn’t exactly happy with today.

— So he slips under the blanket just to lay on your chest. Tuff is his hair peak out from the blanket, and you reach under to give him some affectionate scratches, and he purrs in appreciation.

— You don’t mind at first, but then this brat starts peeling your shirt slowly. Hoping that you wouldn’t notice him try and play with your goods. You slap his covered hand from above the blanket, and he clicks his tongue before slithering his hand back up.

— This time he does it much more quickly with less subtly to it. Your tits are out before you even know it, and he scoots down to take your nipple to his mouth while his other hand fondles the other.

— He’s sucking and pawing at your chest. His tongue rolling against the bud of your breasts as he sucks on it while his other hand squeezes your other tit. Feeling the softness and warmth fill his hand.

— You slap him on the side of the head, hard enough to make him glare at you. You tell him to lay off.

— that’s when he gets all huffy and whiny with you. pawing at your shirt, nuzzling his nose against your tits as he looks up at you..

— sometimes he’ll pick at the loose thread of the collar of your worn down t-shirt, pouting until you’ll let him do what he wants with your chest

— Another thing that he likes to do is replacing all of your thin white button ups that are a size or two too small.

— your tits almost burst through the buttons of your dress shirt as you try your best trying to shuffle through your closet because you’re late to your meeting

— You slowly turn to glare at him as soon as you saw Bakugou smile at you with a smug look on his face

— He gives you a once over, eyes lingering on your chest

— The next thing you know your on knees, glaring up at him.

— His heavy cock slips themselves in the unbuttoned part of you shirt. right below your tits

— You had taken off your bra— his request. Your nipples poke out of the thin and scratchy cloth.. The color of them are just as obvious behind the material

— He begins thrusting up, groaning at the softness of your tits around his aching cock

— The scratchy material scrapes against the nerves of his dick as he thrust his hips up. leaving him panting and groaning at the feeling.

— Beads of precum stain your chest and the cheap material of the button up he bought. His tip pokes out of the opening of the shirt as he fucks himself against your fat tits.

— “So pretty..” He murmurs to himself.. “But—Hngh.. Not enough..”

— He looks over at the night stand and snatches up an innocent water bottle from its home. Twisting the cap off to spill it all over your shirt. Your nipples are more visible now that the water had made your shirt translucent.

— “Katsuki, what the hell?!” You gasp as the water travels through your shirt and down onto your skirt.

— A hiss escapes him as the chilling water hits his dick, watching his cock disappear in and out of the warm tits.

— “your s’pretty like this baby.. your tits are so pretty.. so for my cock.. ain’t that right?”

— You give him annoyed look and he can’t help but feel more aroused at your irritation. God, You’re so cute.. So good.. so slutty for letting him use you like this..

— “mm.. Love fucking your tits, baby.. You should wear that more often, you look so good. I bet all those boring dick heads at work would work twice as hard if you wore that.”

— “Ngh.. But then I’d get so jealous.. hah— Should cum all over your tits so they know who you belong to.. Whose tits belong to, right baby?”

— His thrusting becomes more sporadic. His dick sliding up and down your tits with ease. He grasps behind him, clutching onto the edge of the mattress. Moans and groans leave his lips as he lets his hip thrust upwards.

— When he cums, it comes in spurts as a strangled moan leaves his lips. it’s hot and thick when it hits your face before it drips down all over your wet button up. He shivers and groans at the sight as he unsheathes himself from your breasts to help you stand up. You squint at him suspiciously when you see him smirk.

— “Call in sick. I’m not done yet.”

[diesukitsuki]

hi hi, 💜 anon, with a idea! You don't need to write it if you don't want, you're obviously busy with so much requests, but i just had this ideia and needed to send it-

Bakugou is your husband, and he's a busy pro-hero, he's almost never home while you are too. your schedule doesn't match up so much, so you buy a dynamight plushie so you won't feel much alone!

Just imagine him getting home and getting jealous of a stupid plushie of himself, since you're hugging the thing to your breasts

he absolutely thinks he is the one who should be in-between your boobs!

Omg please he’s so cute.

Bakugou knows that it isn’t fair—nor sane—to be jealous of some stupid plushy that resembles him, especially since he’s been so swamped with work. Leaving you all cold and alone during the holiday seasons-- the season where crime is the most giving. It makes his heart ache every time he imagines you all curled up in bed, missing the heat and weight of your husband. He really tries his best not to scribble through all the reports of the crimes that stacked up that day, or strain his arms whenever he has to chase some dude trying to steal a flat screen T.V.  He’s practically stumbling over himself trying to get to you. The idea of coming home to you makes him feel sloppy and needy, but he can’t help it, really. 

  Whenever he comes home from a long day, he’s ready to slide in bed, and have you sleepily snuggle close to him, arms wrapping around him, and leg hooked on his hip. He wants to hear you sleepily murmur about how his day has been against his collarbone. Only to have you fall asleep after the first sentence of his day. Despite you snoring your ass off, he murmurs his day on the top of your head, letting his lips move against you as a form of tiny kisses before finishing with a big peck to your forehead. 

But then one day, he sees that damn plush you have of him all tucked against your chest. Its smirk is all squished and a bit morphed as you tightly hold it against you. He doesn’t know if he should cackle at the absurdity or coo at the fact that you were just so needy-- like he isn’t. It’s only when you snuggle closer to it, a soft and peaceful smile spread across your lips. 

He shuffles over to the bed all pouty. His stupid jealousy weighs his feet down making him stomp—just a little. You frown when you wake up at the sudden noise, lashes fluttering as you try to blink away the bleariness. He tries to stop his heart from squeezing with a huff as you blink up at him, fluttering your lashes so innocently as if you were doing it on purpose--You weren’t. There was literally gunk in your eyes. 

“Katsuki?” You call out when you see your husband’s towering form. He feels his stomach tighten when you call out his name instead of your usual pet names. He furrows his brows, pouting even more. 

You squint at him when he doesn’t answer your call, a little nervous that it might not be your husband. His name almost leaves your lips again only to be interrupted by him swiping the Mini Katsuki away from you. 

“What the hell?” You gasp as you hear its plush body slam against the wall. 

Before you can even fuss over the fact that your mini husband has been kidnapped and assaulted by your bigger husband, He slips under the covers wrapping one arm around your waist. You gasp in surprise when he tugs you closer to him, and huff when he buries his face into your chest. Nuzzling the familiar softness of them.

You chuckle patting his back and pecking the top of his head.

“You’re such a big baby.” 

He buries himself deeper into the softness of your breasts. 

“Shut up.”

He flips you onto your back pressing all of his weight onto you, making up every night he’s left you waiting— also as a way to get back at you. You wheeze under him, slapping his back as rumbles of laughter roll through his chest.

You lay there limp, realizing that you wouldn’t be able to get out of this dilemma. You sigh, the air leaving your mouth comes out twice the mass then it does normally due to the weight of your husband. You pat his back telling him to get off of you.

All you hear and feel are his snores.

[diesukitsuki]

excuse me, have a minute?

i like thinking bakugo will be, like... single forever but smh i want something where bkg gets his first crush or something, he’s getting these weird feelings and invasive thoughts about them when he’s alone in his room and he’s flustered when they’re around.

bakugo’s a lonesome boy who seemed to have zero interest in romance and now he’s thrown in a loop. what does he do? can he ignore it? suddenly having a relationship doesn’t sound so stupid?

he challenges himself more so they’re impressed and talk to him again, whenever the teacher says everyone has to find a partner his eyes find them in the crowd and he just stands next to them so they ask if he wants to be a team. he shrugs and says fine. helps if their quirks balance each other out too.

so yeah, everyone didn’t think he would think twice about a relationship, but here he is wondering if it would be worth a shot.

the way this has a fucking chokehold on me.

When Bakugou has a crush for the very first time, he’s just fucking appalled with himself. Like the fucking idiot he is, he assumes being romantic and having a crush is beneath him. He’s always been so proud of himself for not being at the mercy of someone else. Proud of himself for not melting and getting all molten and stupid for someone else. He liked that he was a little above everyone else.

When he realized his feelings for someone, he doesn’t even remember what they did to have his stomach tighten, his face powdered with warmth and to have flits of could-be memories of you and him, flying through his head. It was like a surge of energy that he’s never felt before. A need to do something, anything, to get this sudden exertion out of him.

Bakugou relearns the peels of their personality and habits when he sees through his new found rose tinted glasses. He almost feels stupid when realizes he’s missed the shimmering gold that makes them who they are. He greedily slots himself in situations where their personalities meld together, and wonders what they would and wouldn’t do to him, if they hold the same feelings as he did.

When he’s actually around them, he freezes up. His whole body is stiff, and his face deepens into a concentrated scowl, trying not to reveal his hammering heart and panicking thoughts. He tries to act all smug, teasing and trying to outwit them as a way to show off. That he’s cool, and that you should be impressed by him. If they stray away from him, he begrudgingly compliment them or tell them that he’s joking with a pout. He pretends they’re not shocked when he says he’s joking— c’mon! he’s joked before.. they know that, right?

He gets a little sad when he thinks he doesn’t have a chance. He starts thinking about his only and first crush probably thinks he’s a dickhead, and that he can be a little too mean. That this is his only time that he’ll ever feel like this towards someone, so he’s nicer.. in his own way.

He tries to mimic Kirishima or Deku, but it always comes out jagged and awkward. He’ll compliment them, but it’ll seem more like a statement then a compliment. (“Your pants are a good material. stretchy, breathable and sturdy.” “Uh.. Okay, Thanks?” “Yeah.” ) When they lose their erasers or pencils, he always offers his without saying anything. Placing them on their desk before leaving without a word. Their friend group consist of three people, and admirably, they always let the other two partner up when it comes to projects, so he stands near them waiting for them to ask, or if they’re too shy, he’d ask them himself.

He feels a little stupid when he does those kind of things, but they pay off. Bakugou begins to realize that they had taken a liking to him, especially since they spend a good amount of time doing projects together or partner discussions. When he had the revelation, his heart burst out of his chest, screaming and singing to his hearts content. Hell, even his quirk went off without realizing it.

In his friend group, they realized Bakugou had this weird affinity towards one of their classmates, and it weirded them out for a little. It quickly became old news as soon as he and his love are walking together, smiling a little more fondly at each other. Everyone gawked at each other, asking if anyone saw it happened or if anyone knew when this happened..

Yeah.. ❤️

[diesukitsuki]

-baku anon bringing the sauce back-

I don’t think we talk enough about how fucking dangerous older Bakago will be. Like late 20’s-30’s Kat where he doesn’t need to prove himself because he’s finally a top hero, richer than rich, body is peak fitness, has a close knit group of friends, etc. His big strong chunky fingers squishing your cheeks and looking down at you all menacingly just ready to spit in your mouth that’s covered in some overly expensive lipgloss, but he can’t because you two have a hero gala/carpets/whatever to attend. But damn he looks good. He’d definitely get bulkier since becoming a top pro hero-so his suits would be tailored reeeeaaaaaalll good and he’d have some pricey watch/cologne on just cause 🤷🏽‍♀️ He’s all yours though-you stuck by him since your UA days so no matter what pretty hero is in attendance-he doesn’t care cause he’s looking at dat ass and thinking about what he’d do to you once yall get home. He mayyyy or may not spoil you with gifts afterwards to make up for all the bruises 😳

this is a little short and rushed..

Nah because thirty something year old Bakugou makes me feel a little something. Although he isn’t particularly old, there’s something about a thirty something year old man with his life together. He’s mature if not a bit smug, financially stable and fuckin’ hot as hell. His age makes him feel a little classy.

Bakugou isn’t as “mean” as he used to be, but he still has that edge. A kind of silent fury that’ll shut anyone up whenever he gives someone a weird look. He snarls and puffs, rarely yelling unless needed to. When he stands next to you, his presence is like a cat prowling under the secrecy of a bush, ready to swipe and attack at any moment, or, y’know, like a guard dog. He glares at people.. without meaning to. He’s got this whole resting bitch face thing going on.

Despite his scary hovering, Bakugou is loving when it comes to you. Always cleaning up after you with some light grumbling, fussing over your diet despite buying your snacks because he likes how excited you get, saving your documents before turning the computer off and hauling you off to bed. He’s incredibly reliable.

When he touches you, he knows what he’s doing. After years of being together, your body is basically his own. He knows the right strings to pull and which buttons to push to make you melt in his arms.

His body is overbearing compared to your frame. Prohero work shaping his body. Whenever he pulls you in for a hug, it feels like you’re being consumed by him. The scent of his slightly sweetened, spiced cologne makes you dizzy as you breath him in. He purrs when you slip your hands under his shirt to caress the bumps of his scars. You’re breathless when his strong arms squeeze you tightly before he pulls you in for a mind reeling kiss.

His hands are big and calloused, swallowing your smaller hand with his whenever he holds it, and it feels he has you by the heart. You feel the bump of his scar that runs up and off of his top lip whenever he kisses the back of your hand, and When he places his hand between your thigh, his rough hands stimulate the sensitive skin, making the string within you tighten and flutter just a little. 

Over the years, his voice deepens and the gravel and rumble of his voice tickles up your spin whenever he speaks to you in his softest voice— the one he uses to let you know he adores and cares for you. Whenever he needs to be mean, needs to take over the conference room, his voice can be harsh and snapping like a mean whip, and it never fails to make you quiver.

Bakugou and you are a little to busy to be having children, but that doesn’t mean he won’t act like he’s trying fuck you full of his babies. He likes to pretend that he’s going to knock you up when he fucks you. When he buries himself deep into you, his voice is course and almost breaking. Groaning and moaning praises in babbles as he fucks you, pounding you within an inch of your life. His large frame weighs down on you, and all you can smell and feel is him and your cinnamon chalk air of sex. His large hands are desperate as he groped and touches your curves as you mewl and whimper under him.

[diesukitsuki]

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[diesukitsuki]

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