For The Ask Game, Can I Get Bakugou And "you Look So Good With Your Hands Around My Throat"

for the ask game, can I get bakugou and "you look so good with your hands around my throat" 💗💗

oh god yeah you can

bakugou x reader - minors DNI, cws hatefucking, choking, bakugou threatens some light ncon breeding but doesn't follow through, cumshot, and then he's sweet ish at the end. dom bakugou sub reader but no titles used. degredation, praise.

"So sick of your shit," He growls in your ear, "Askin' me tough questions on live fuckin' tv," you feel his teeth sink into your neck, hear the lewd squelch of his cock in your pussy, "Gonna be a sweet girl for me from now on, aintcha?"

"Y-yeah," you manage, barely breathing, staring up at the pro hero who currently had you pinned against a wall in an alley outside the nicest restaurant in the city. He follows your eyes to the street and chuckles, thrusting up cruelly and pulling a harsh cry from your lips.

"You don't want anyone to see," he taunts you, "Anyone could walk by, and my rep," he chuckles, "I could fuckin' take it but you, you'd never fuckin' work again huh, takin' some hero cock in an alley, some kinda respectable," he reaches a hand up and wraps it around your throat, "Respectable reporter you are, huh?" You whimper, your hands flying to his wrist, but he doesn't move, and your struggling does nothing against the iron of his muscles. "Relax, princess," he says, spitting the second word like an insult. "I ain't gonna hurtcha, we're just gonna play a little game, hm, you wanna play a game with me?" You nod.

"Yes, I'll," you moan, interrupting your own sentence as he starts to choke you, just a little.

"Dirty fuckin' slut." He rolls his eyes. "Knew you'd like that shit, tell ya what, every time you cum on my cock, you owe me a goddamn favor." You whimper again. "Good, sounds like you understand." He picks up the pace then, cutting off your breathing sporadically, bringing tears to your eyes and then letting you breathe at the last possible second. You feel him palm your breasts through your dress, letting out a soft groan of his own when you clench down on him.

"You gonna cum, stupid?" Your eyes flutter shut as you nod, "You know if you cum," you feel his lips on your jaw, his teeth on your neck, "You know if you cum I fuckin' own you, right? You know that?"

"Mhm," you whimper, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer, your nails digging into his muscled back through his suit.

"That's it," he says, feeling you clench down on him, releasing some of the pressure on your wind pipe, he reaches down between your legs, watching your back arch off the wall and starts rubbing at your clit. It's so gratifying, he thinks, watching you self destruct, watching you melt in front of him, go from someone cold and intelligent to this filthy wanton mess.

You hiccup, a wet, sad little sound, and he adjusts you, releasing your throat and lifting you off the ground, hands sinking into the plush of your thighs as he lifts you off your feet, holding you up and bouncing you up and down on his cock himself, feeling the way you cling to him, face buried in his neck.

"F-fuck," you choke out, "Dynamight, I'm gonna-"

"That's two favors." He rasps, "You sure you wanna, you wanna cum so bad you wanna-" you cut him off, nipping at his neck, tears welling in your eyes as you cum a second time. He feels the wetness and pulls your face out of his neck, bracing your body against the wall. "So pretty like this," he manages, his words more of a hushed gasp than a confession, "Should, should go on air like this sometime-"

"Shut up," you whine, and he laughs meanly.

"Shouldn't have said that." He says, "Shouldn't have said that at all," you feel him pick up the pace, and he stops talking, fucking you through at least one more orgasm before you feel his thrusts get sporadic.

"Pull out," you say, a degree of urgency to your voice.

"Nah." Bakugou growls. "Not gonna."

"Please," you beg, squirming a little in his iron hold, "Please I'm not-"

"Not on birth control," he grunts, "But ya let a pro fucken hero fuck you raw in an alleyway, real smart princess,"

"Please," you plead, and he shakes his head.

"M'so close," he grunts, and you can feel it, he is, you watch his teeth sink into his lower lip and feel a wave of desperation.

"Cum on my face instead!" You offer, "Please, Dynamight I-" He makes some kind of a strangled noise and moves you so quickly you barely realize what's happening, just feel your knees hit the pavement.

"Mouth open." He snaps, and you obey, closing your eyes as he cums hard, and so loudly you nearly jump at the rough, ugly sound. You feel it hit your face, and swallow the cum that lands in your mouth. "Good girl," you hear, and open your eyes to see him towering over you, bracing one thick arm against the wall. He reaches down and starts wiping at your face with a handkerchief. "It woulda been funny to leave ya like this," he says, a good natured smile tugging at his lips, "But lucky for you I'm a fuckin' gentlemen, huh?" You nod, not quite capable of speech.

"Alright," he grunts, lifting you to your feet. "How 'bout I call us a car huh?" Your legs wobble and you collapse against his chest before righting yourself, leaning against the wall and picking your purse up from where you'd put it down reluctantly on the ground.

"I can get home," you whisper, and he rolls his eyes. "I can get myself home."

"I know you can," he rolls his eyes, "But we're goin' back to my place."

"Oh?" You lift your head, raising your eyebrows. He just scoffs and takes his jacket off, wrapping it around your shoulders.

"You heard me." He grins at you. "I own you now." You shiver. "Been thinkin' about puttin' ya in your place for a while, and you think I'm just gonna let you go home and never call me? Fuck off." He takes his phone out. "I'm callin' a car, and you're gonna take a shower at my place, sound good?" There's a pause and you realize this is your chance, that if you want to say no, he's giving you the option.

"Sounds good." You whisper, folding your body into his.

"Atta girl." He wraps an arm around your waist. "Atta fuckin' girl."

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In honor of me getting another tattoo tomorrow, I'm gonna divulge into tattoo artist!bakugou katsuki a little.

So if anyone has had a custom tattoo before then you'll know usually the artist will message you the night before with a sketch of your tattoo, to make sure everything is right and that you're happy with what they've designed based off of your request.

I'm imagining going through that process with Bakugou, he's not really a fan of social media—too much bullshit about how tattoos are shitty ideas or people try and mimic his work and always, always, fail. But still, he has to go through the motions of messaging you on Instagram to see if you're still coming in tomorrow & if you're happy with the sketch. He's barely sent the picture and message before he can see you're typing back, something he's deep down grateful for because that means he can get the fuck off his phone and back to his evening.

But he's stopping to read over your message, unaware of the heat spreading on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. You're praising him, endlessly. You heart the message of his sketch, it's a rough thing with absolutely no detail in shading or extra detail around the edges that'll he does on the day. But you're absolutely gushing over it, he can feel your excitement and genuine happiness through his phone screen & he can't help but smile to himself.

you: Oh wow!! It's absolutely beautiful, you captured everything perfectly! I'm so excited to come in tomorrow! ❤️

His heart beats a little faster for some reason when he reads your message paired with the cute little selfie you have for your profile picture. He's never felt this way about clients, but there's something intoxicating in the absolute joy you radiate and he'd be lying if he didn't enjoy the praise you let spill from your lips without issue.

dynamight.tattoos: glad you like it sweetheart, see you tomorrow then?

He doesn't think twice about the pet name, likes your own message as he reads it for the fourth second time. You reply with yet again excitement, still in absolute awe that he was able to bring your dream to life in form of a tattoo, you tell him you will in fact be there tomorrow and he doesn't squash down the butterflies that erupt in his stomach, leaning back to grin as he unashamedly scrolls through your profile to see that gorgeous smile that's paired with the messages you had sent him.

He can't wait to see you tomorrow.

Literally can not tell me he doesn’t look like a whole ass snack 🥵

bakugou and you doing the slow head turn to eachother when someone says some dumbass or outta pocket shit. you both just like 😧… “they really say that??”

definitely almost canon very #lusuki LOL he’s also the type to find it so hard to hide how he feels on his face and when he has to, he looks constipated (caities on her old account describing bkg as that emoji lmao) (christmas with katsuki with his family or friends is entertainment in itself seeing his reactions to presents lol)

BUT especially when you both are across the table from each other, someone says something dumb and you both sneakily look each other completely baffled. so much said through both your eyes. a whole conversation. then katsuki goes on his phone and you feel a vibration in your pocket

katsuki: WTF??????

𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Most people tend to forget that his quirk is literally an explosion. He is like a bomb, if you want to make a clear comparison. This alone can help you conceptualize how dangerous he can be. 

Katsuki knows this better than anyone else. And he may act like he is brash and extremely careless when it comes to using his quirk… but lately, because of you he is realizing how scary he can be. He is dangerous. His hands can cause destruction. His hands can hurt you and that is the last thing he wants to happen. Sometimes it gets to him and he overthinks. Whenever he is around you, especially when he touches you, he worries. Sometimes it even haunts him before he lays down to sleep while holding you. What if I suddenly activate my quirk while I am hugging y/n? What if i have a bad dream and then when i wake up i see that i already hurt y/n? 

He grows restless sometimes, but him being Katsuki Bakugou, he hides it perfectly. And in days like this.. he thinks he may no longer have to hide anything anymore. In days like this, he understands even more why you are the perfect match for someone like him. You love him, and you will stay; no matter how dangerous of a man he can be.

Today he was tired, as usual. And to be frank, you were as well. It just so happened that you came home a little bit earlier than he did, so you had the time to whip something up so that he can eat something when he comes home. You were kind of irritated because you did not anticipate him to come home a few minutes after you had just put on your apron. “Dumbass. I will do the cooking instead! Your food tastes weird!” he always overreacts when you do something for him. Your food tastes okay, but he just doesn’t want you to do more work. But after a long day… Katsuki’s food sounds delightful. “Okay. I just thought I can cook something before you arrive.” 

After cooking, he served you the meal he made in the couch. You two never really eat in the dining table. You always use the little lap desk he bought and sit in the couch instead so you can be in front of the television while eating. It is much more comfier and better that way. 

You were feeling really drained already so you ate up all the food in a matter of minutes and he did as well. After that, you just plopped down his lap, finding a position where you feel the most comfortable. “Were you really that tired? hey, y/n, SLEEP IN THE BED.” it was too late. You were already asleep. 

Katsuki couldn’t do anything but to stare at you. He couldn’t believe it. You really fell asleep the moment you found your desired position. IN HIS LAP. On the couch, nonetheless. He paused for a moment to take in your sleeping form. You looked so peaceful. You were sleeping like a baby, with a little smile on your face, like this is where you belong.. like this is your safe place. 

That is when it hits him. Yes, his hands can be dangerous. His quirk can be scary. He possesses a power like non other. But as he caresses your face while you’re asleep, he realized how much trust you put in him. 

Because you know that you are the safest in the hands of the man who will burn the whole world to the ground for you. He can never hurt you, and the fact that he is so scared to do so is the proof that he never will.

OMFG RIGHTTTTT

Do yall realize how hard it is to be a slut for yixing when half of the kpopies forget he exists??????