Bakugo Scenarios - Tumblr Posts
ଓ featuring : bakugo katsuki from my hero academia
ଓ word count : 460 words
ଓ content warnings : tooth rotting fluff, gender neutral! reader, mentions of an ex-boyfriend
Bakugo blinks at you, like he doesn’t quite believe the words that are coming out of your mouth right now. “What do you mean he never cuddled with you?” he demands, his brows furrowed together to create a crease between them, his figure looming over yours where the two of you sit on his bed.
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Warnings: smut, aged-up Bakugo (21+ yo), fem!Reader, daddy kink, overstimulation, hair pulling, spanking, choking, face slapping, dirty talk, degradation
Synopsis: Bakugo returns home, seething with anger. To his surprise, he notices that his rage seem to ignite a spark of desire within you
Author: @doumadono
A/N: Welcome to the second day of Kinktober '23 Collaboration! I'm absolutely ecstatic to share this delightfully naughty piece of fiction with you, and I hope you find it thoroughly enjoyable! Today's prompt: overstimulation
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From the early morning hours, you were glued to the TV screen as a massive battle unfolded in the city center involving a villain group. Each time the camera focused on Bakugo in the background, your boyfriend appeared not only frustrated and angry but seething with rage. It was evident that the cooperative action wasn't going as planned, and it was taking much more time than initially estimated.
The front door's lock emitted a beep as he pushed it open, his crimson eyes ablaze with dark fury. The door slammed shut behind him, the lock audibly clicking into place.
"Katsuki, I saw everything because…" The words faltered on your lips as he strode across the living room, his hand abruptly making contact with your cheek. A sharp sting spread across your skin, and a rush of desire coursed through you. His large hand effortlessly wrapped around your throat.
"What did you just call me?" His voice was nothing but a gravelly, almost a menacing growl, intensifying your shock and arousal. "You know better, fucking slut."
Oh, he was so exasperated.
“Sorry, daddy,” you squeaked out. Your soft whimper of desire elicited a wicked grin on Bakugo's face, and he pressed his lips firmly against yours. As your mouths met, a low, sensual moan escaped your lips, merging with his hungry kiss. His skilled tongue danced with yours, igniting a fiery passion between you. "I'll be good, I promise, daddy," you panted between gasps as he bit the soft flesh of your neck after breaking the passionate kiss. "I'll help you ease the anger, kay?"
"I know you fucking will," Bakugo growled, letting go of you as he swiftly took off his own shirt. "You're always a good little whore when daddy's angry," Bakugo taunted, a sly smirk crossing his face. "Now, strip for me."
You hurriedly shed your last pieces of clothing, slipping out of a snug pair of shorts and a tank top.
Bakugo's gaze bore into you, desire igniting his crimson irises, sending shivers of anticipation down your trembling fingers. As you stood there, completely exposed to him, his strong fingers returned to your head, gently guiding you over the edge of the couch. You pressed your face into the sheets, a faint blush of embarrassment warming your cheeks as the cool room air brushed against the dampness between your thighs that already managed to form.
"Well, well," Bakugo mused.
You detected a sly grin in his tone as his fingers lightly traced over the curve of your ass.
"Look at you, so aroused and eager. Does my anger really turn you on that much, dumbass? How pathetic. Aren't you a little, pathetic whore for daddy, hmm?"
All you could manage was a quivering gasp as he slid a broad finger along your drenched folds, teasing your sensitive clit. In an instant, his finger vanished, replaced by a sharp, stinging slap against your asscheek, eliciting a cry from your parted lips.
"Use your fucking words, you knucklehead. I asked you a fucking question."
"Yes, daddy," you moaned weakly as his hand struck your ass once more, the pleasurable sting sending shivers directly through your core. "You make me so wet, daddy…"
Bakugo chuckled, giving your ass a soothing caress before delivering another firm smack. "Tsch, you fucking whore. Did you think about my hard dick while watching me on TV, hmm? Are you such a dirty slut?" One of his hands slipped between your thighs and his calloused index finger rubbed fast circles over your clitoris.
"Yes, daddy!" Your voice quivered, ending with a small gasp as you heard the unmistakable sound of his belt buckle being undone while he was brushing his fingers against your vulnerable spot, making your thighs shiver.
“Oh fuck, princess," Bakugo emitted a low, primal growl as you sensed the mushroom tip of his rock-hard dick pressing against your slick entrance. “Just what daddy needs, fuck. You're so hot and wet, dumbass.” He slid inside you with ease, filling you immediately with his impressive, veiny length, each thrust threatening to split you in half. "You're nothing but a cumdump for daddy."
You were reduced to incoherent pleas beneath his rough assault; each buck of his hips driving him to penetrate you deeply, filling you immediately with his impressive, veiny length, each thrust threatening to split you in half. "Dear God, daddy! Oh! Ah!"
He wrapped your hair around his fist, jerking your head upwards as he thrust faster. "God, you're so fucking tight," Bakugo gasped, his words strained through clenched teeth. "Fuck. I can't believe your petite, little cunt can fit me so fucking well."
Your body clenched around his thick dick involuntarily as his words sent shivers down your spine. Fingers gripped the couch cushion desperately, seeking stability amidst the intensity of his rough pace. “Daddy…" You moaned weakly, the tightness in your core growing. Your slick walls quivered around him, eliciting a bestial groan as his hand moved from your scalp to your neck and pulled you flush against him. "Fuck, please!" Your voice was a keening mewl as you scratched weakly at his strong arms, your orgasm on the brink, your thighs shaking uncontrollably.
He chuckled lowly in your ear as his other hand snaked around you, two large fingers pressing firmly and massaging your swollen clit. "Yes," he moaned, "Come for daddy like a good little whore. Soak daddy's cock, princess. Show me what you've got."
As though waiting for Bakugo's permission, you surrendered with a shuddering cry. "Daddy!!!"
He continued to work you through the sensation, slamming his thick dick into you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass as his fingers played your clit expertly like an instrument.
You panted and moaned loudly for him, already feeling yourself approach your second orgasm quickly as he squeezed your throat softly.
“That’s daddy’s good little slut,” he growled in your ear, nibbling your earlobe as his thrusts increased furiously as you came again, soaking his hand, your pussy clenching around his cock convulsively. "My little, horny bitch in heat."
Once the high began to ebb, you whined softly, wiggling your hip, trying to free your clit from the overwhelming feeling of his calloused fingers pressed there.
“Tsch, slut," the smirk in Bakugo's voice was evident as he continued pounding inside you. “Daddy’s not at all done with you yet.”
Just can’t stop thinking about sleepy y/n at katsuki’s friends house or a party
Literally just can’t help herself she’s just so sleepy so she’s basically dragging herself over to her boom boom boy that’s sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand occasionally bringing it up to take a sip while he listens to kirishima talk about patrolling.
He just looks so attractive and kissable and she’s now planting herself at his feet cuddling in to his leg leaving the girl group behind but of course that doesn’t last long cause she’s being scoped up and off the floor letting a little whine out but then she’s planted into his lap and she’s snuggling into his chest. He’s putting his drink aside just so he can squeeze her close
“Tired sweets?” he’s mumbling into her hair stroking her arms and running his hands through her hair. She can’t help but let out little moans, “mmhm” and she’s sighing into him relaxing completely. She can’t help but feel whole as she falls asleep in the arms of the one she loves most. “We’ll go home soon baby” he kisses into her hair ,his friends can’t help but coo at the sight of you asleep in your boyfriends strong beefy arms. They all catch up for a while and your asleep the whole time no one bothered, just safe and warm in the the number 2 pro’s arms.
Bakugou Katsuki is a nape holder because he told me so it's canon.
His hand is big and heavy and a sense of protection coax’s your body every time he lays it on the nape of your neck. It makes the air thick with possession and you love it. He does it mostly in public. He usually has you in front of him where he can see you , his hand guiding you through crowds with endless amount of people (he knows how anxious you get around crowds). He does it when your at events and other pro hero’s start to get too close to you, he’ll start to play with the baby hairs there, then he’ll pull you into his body by the hips with his free hand. He’ll just hover there, moving his hand from the nape of your neck to your throat so he can run his nose up and down the side. He’ll stare them directly in the eyes as he places kisses where his nose previously was, and then to finish it off he’ll lick a longggg stride up your neck and then suck at where your jaw and ear meets. All while his sweetness is bright red and frozen in their spot with slick running down their thighs.
Gorgeous
Info: Fem Reader, Reader and Bakugo are Married, Nudity but not Sexual, Reader Nudity is Implied Not Sexual, Fluff, There's no Language (Shocking for a Bakugo fic lol)
She sat on his waste, thin sheet barely clinging to her bare shoulders. It was the only thing keeping out the cold but, it really wasn't doing the best job. It didn't matter, not when the man under her—the determined blazing sun—was so warm.
Her fingers danced on his skin, softly tracing each line on his lower abdominals and dipping into each indent on his toned stomach.
His abs clenched under the feather-like touches before easing, a content sigh slipping past his lips as he rolled his head back. ‟What are you doing?‟ he mumbled, attempting to hide behind an annoyed faced, one (Y/N) saw through.
She hummed, gently rubbing circles on his hands when he placed them on her waist. ‟Lookin'.‟
The ash-blond looked back down at her, sighing as she let go of his hands to continue tracing his stomach. ‟Lookn'?‟ he mimicked, pushing back the crooked smile begging to stretch on his face. ‟At what?‟
Katsuki watched her eyes, his own ruby ones softening at the look of awe in them—awe for him and his body, the body she was shamelessly exploring with both eyes and fingertips.
She hummed again, leaning forward as her hands traveled up his warm skin until they stayed in between in his pectorals—her favorite part. Bakugo's breath hitched when she slowly laying her palms flat on the center of his chest, moving them away from each other as she pressed her lips to his neck—right under his jaw. ‟My pretty hero,‟ she whispered against his skin.
His hands moved up her sides, thumbs teasing the bottom of her breasts as he moved them to her upper back, pressing her against him snugly. He relished in the way her soft skin pressed against his hard, battle scarred physic.
‟M'not pretty,‟ he mumbled, eyes flickering to her lips as a soft grin tugged at them.
The sheet that was covering her had fallen and was resting just bellow her back, leaving her skin at the mercy of the chill in the evening air. But her lover wouldn't leave her cold for too long, his warm hands sliding up and down her back—he chuckled when she curved against him, the vibration lighting her heart and making her truly warm and content.
‟You're right Suki,‟ her hushed voice responded, soft lips pressing against his briefly.
The ash-blond didn't let her pull away, biting her lip when she tried. A small giggle bubbled against her throat, earning a small chuckle from the large man under her. ‟You're gorgeous,‟ she whispered against his lips, pecking them before repeating her words. ‟So gorgeous, my gorgeous Katsuki.‟
And he believed her because how could he not.
He captured her lips once more, addicted to the fullness of his heart each time he did. Those lips belonged to an angel—a goddess—who could not lie. He longed for the honey dripping truths of her heart, coaxed them out of her with each roll of his tongue.
A goddess like her could only speak the truth so of course he believed her when she said he was gorgeous.
Care
I couldn't stop thinking about taking care of Bakugo so, what started as a small little thought turned to this, enjoy.
Info: Gender Neutral Reader, Reader and Bakugo are Married, Not Sexual Showering, Not Sexual Nudity, Ass is Said but That's it, Pretty Little Fluff
After he's had a long, tiring day of saving people, welcome him home with a gentle kiss that lingers on his lips, a soft whisper saying ‟welcome back.‟
Gently press a kiss to his lips and stay for a moment as you slowly cup his cheeks. ‟Let's get you cleaned up,‟ you whisper against his lips.
Slowly set his bracers aside then grab his hand and lead him to the bathroom. Start the shower—warm steamy water—while he slowly peels his uniform off with small grunts. Tell him to get in and rinse, that you'd be back in a minute.
You bundle up his clothes, pausing your way to the laundry when he grabs your wrist and brings you closer, pressing a kiss to your lips before watching you go.
You throw his clothes into the washer before taking two clean towels and a pair of his sweats to put in the dryer—not starting it yet. Not wanting to get your pajamas wet, you change into an undershirt and small sleeping shorts before returning to the bathroom.
Bakugo stood under the water with his head down and eyes closed, today had been so tiring. And you knew it, not letting him dwell in the negative moments of today—not for too long.
His eyes fluttered open at the gentle hand on his arm, the arm guiding him to you. You offer a loving grin, one void of pity and he appreciated it, leaning his forehead against yours—you giggled softly when he mumbled a grumpy insult directed towards some fool that annoyed him today.
He held your hand, playing with your fingers as he watched you plug the tub. You instructed him to sit down while the tub filled with more steamy water—saying you would be back—and he begrudgingly let your hand go, gaze following you in the mirror before you disappeared from view.
You grabbed your favorite soap—one Katsuki loved a lot—before popping in to start the dryer. The ash-blond hadn't began washing himself, as per your request.
You returned to see the man you loved zoned out, his face twisting in a scowl at the thought of the no doubt pain in the ass coworkers of his. Humming softly, you knelt next to the tub, leaning over to turn off the faucet. It caught his attention, beautiful ruby orbs now focused on you.
You didn't initiate conversation (but was open to it if he wanted), letting Katsuki sit in silence as you gently massaged the shampoo into his hair. You couldn't help but admire the way tension slowly left his body—proud to be able to bring peace to your husband with only a touch of your hands.
You rinsed his hair before massaging conditioner into the ash-blond tufts, smiling warmly at the way his eyes fluttered shut. The message didn't stop there—you leaned over the side of the tub as your hands traveled to his shoulders, carefully kneading out the knots while washing him at the same time.
You would spend hours and hours making sure Katsuki was free of aches and pains but he surely wouldn't let you dote on him for so long—he rarely let you take care of him for even a second. This was a lucky moment and you'd take it gratefully, eagerly doing your best to show him how much you loved him.
You left him on his own again when you were finished. After switching back into your pajamas, you grabbed a pair of his boxers then grabbed the things from the dryer.
Bakugo stepped out of the tub when you asked, surprised to feel the soft towel was warm. He mumbled about it, receiving only a smile from you before you continued drying his hair. He could fall asleep on his feet, just as he was, right there, close to you and surrounded by warmth and love. You knew it too, trying to quickly finish so he could sleep but being careful not to rush things—you wanted to go slow enough that he would be able to relax and destress.
You were going to use the second towel to dry him but he had taken it from you before you could, setting it on your head and drying your hair—it was a little damp because of a few stray water streams. You giggled at the focused pout on his face, placing two palms on his bare chest and tiptoeing to plant a light kiss between his furrowed brows.
He cracked a rare smile before discarding the towel and dragging you to him by the hips. He was slightly damp but you didn't care, pressing into him as he leaned down—lips hovering just above yours. ‟Thank you,‟ he mumbled.
‟I love you,‟ you whispered, eyes fluttering closed when he captured your lips in a warm, tender kiss that returned all of your love and care.
I Do
Info : Bakugo Katsuki x Fem Reader, Mild Language, Small Mention of Blood, Fluffly as Per Usual, Unedited
Being in a relationship with someone always came with a few surprises—good and bad. But, (Y/N) could confidently say, being in a relationship with a pro hero brought the most unexpected things, especially since the pro hero she was dating was none other than the hotheaded, explosive god of destruction, Dynamight.
There had been many instances where Bakugo Katsuki had surprised her. A few were less than welcomed surprises, ones that made her red in the face with anger and teary eyed with sadness, but all relationships had rocky moments, (Y/N) knew this.
(Y/N) was also surprised in warm, touching ways when it came to her strong hero of a boyfriend. He took her by surprise with his softness. In the first few months of their relationship, she was quite shocked to find his powerful hands—hands that could melt metal—could be so soft and caring with their touch.
His thoughtfulness caught her by surprise too. Who would've thought the fierce Dynamight would remember something as simple as someone's preferred jam flavor? The biggest surprise, however, was just how touchy he could be, but when he asked het to marry him—well, that was the best surprise yet.
It wasn't all that grand—maybe a bit improper, if you asked anyone else. He had pounded on her door in the middle of the night, out of breath and covered in battle grime. She had barely opened the door all the way when he grabbed her by the wrist and slammed their lips together, parting with a small grunt of pain.
‟I wanna marry ya.‟ And (Y/N) didn't have a moment to react to that before he nearly collapsed in her doorway. Truly a romantic man her Bakugo Katsuki was.
‟I wanna marry ya, d'ya hear?‟ he asked, shirtless and bleeding out on her toilet.
It made the woman huff as she tried her damndest to stop her hands from shaking. She had tended to his wounds before, but that never stopped the worry. Granted, the sudden marriage proposal didn't help her calm down either. ‟Katsuki I swear if you don't let me deal with this before you overwhelm me with somthing like that—‟
‟Somthin' like that?‟ He grabbed her hands and pulled her close, noses touching as he gave a snarky glare. ‟I'm tryin' ta marry ya women!‟
(Y/N) puffed out her cheeks because she could feel her eyes stinging. ‟Just wait a sec Kats,‟ she mumbled, gently pushing his hands away so she could go back to patching him up.
He huffed like a child, tossing his head back gently as she worked. ‟M'gonna marry you,‟ he mumbled to himself. ‟Gonna get hitched n'have ya move in with me.‟
(Y/N) shook her head lightly, pressing the bandage to his side wound. ‟Someone's a bit high on adrenaline.‟
‟I ain't just spouting shit!‟ he barked, looking down at her particularly. ‟I'm marrying your ass weather you believe me or not! V'got the ring n'everything.‟
‟You bought a ring looking like that?‟ she asked, raising a brow.
He shot her a bratty glare, looking more like a kindergartner than a top ranking hero. ‟No. I've had the ring for awhile, idiot, just haven't asked yet.‟
(Y/N) smiled softly to herself, that fluttery feeling in her chest as she pictured him picking out a ring for her. ‟Is that right? And why exactly hasn't the great explosion god Dynamight asked yet?‟
‟I wanted to take you to dinner.‟
‟This doesn't look like fine dining,‟ she teased, washing her hands.
‟Shut up, shitty woman, I decided to do it now! Is that not to your liking?!‟
‟No no, it's very romantic,‟ she smiled, giving him a soft kiss.
And two weeks after that night—after he slipped the ring on her finger before wrapping her in his arms for bed—Bakugo Katsuki was back at her door.
(Y/N) yawned softly, closing the door behind her bulky fiancé. ‟Suki, it's two in the morning, what are you—‟
‟I wanna marry ya.‟ Just like last time
(Y/N) blinked, staring at the man like he had three heads. ‟Uh, we are getting married,‟ she held up her left hand, the gem twinkling in the dimly lit hall as she wiggled her fingers. ‟In four months, remember?‟
‟No,‟ he grabbed her hand and dragged her to her room, ‟I mean right now. I want to marry you right now.‟
The ash-blond was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt and (Y/N) was wearing the same. He dragged her out of her house and they had made it half of the way to the courthouse before it finally set in.
(Y/N) still hadn't really processed it all and, before she knew it, she was standing outside the building with Katsuki right in front of her. ‟We're getting married? Right now?‟ she whispered.
He pulled her closer with a smirk, tilting his head and giving her a long, deep kiss. ‟Right now princess,‟ he mumbled against her lips. ‟Unless you wanna wait until the official date?‟
‟Wait?‟ she echoed, still pressed close to him.
‟Yeah. We can wait if ya wanna.‟
She hummed, taking in the man in front of her—gaze focused on the eager glow in his eyes and the soft flush of his cheeks. ‟No.‟
He smiled against her lips, a chuckle rumbling his chest. ‟Yeah? Ya wanna marry me right now?‟
This was the biggest surprise in their relationship—not the fact Katsuki wanted to marry her. No, (Y/N) never expected to feel such a beautiful want for anyone—to be so eager to dedicate the rest of her life with someone else.
When she responded, her voice was barely above a whisper. She spoke and Bakugo drank in her words, clung to her because he never ever expected to love someone so deeply—to want someone with his whole heart.
‟I do.‟
Book Girl
Heads up: Language, suggestive but definitely not descriptive, also Bakugo Katsuki (he comes with a warning), and unedited—super unedited
Kay, so, hear me out… Bakugo Katsuki and an author reader. Yes, ooh, ahh, I know I know. For those of you, and I am sure there are many, who have no idea what I mean, lemme explain:
Bakugo with a reader who asks him the strangest, borderline worrisome question about his work. “What’s it feel like to get stabbed?” “Have you ever gotten shot? With a gun? Explain it to me. How did it feel?” Sometimes he thinks you’re a little psycho but it’s oddly therapeutic for him to explain the worst parts of his job and not care about being judged so he don’t mind none.
Bakugo with a reader who patches up his wounds like a pro and mumble “this would be perfect in chapter twelve.” And he’s just staring at her like “ma’m I’m dying plz don’t immortalize this in literature.”
Most importantly (the thought that had me on this tangent), Bakugo Katsuki with his cute little writer baby who tests things on him. It’s never easy to deal with things either. It’s not, like, fighting related things. You don’t go up to him and ask him if you could put him in arm-bar or ask him if he could put you in an arm-bar (Actually you did ask him to do that cause you wanted to know how to get out of one but—)
She does this… thing where she goes up to him and whispers the nastiest shit in his ear, like, you know, innocent book girl shit. Ya’ll know what I mean. Book girls are fucking wild and they read the sauciest shit. So she whispers some knee numbing curse and Bakugo freezes like a little schoolboy who just found out what puberty hormones are and she has the audacity to take a step back, examine him like he’s a fucking lab rat or some shit, then ask him if that made his heart flutter. Like, bitch it made something flutter, the hell did you think saying that would do? Does he answer? The first few times it happened, he couldn’t. The next few times he tried to deny it but mumbled and slurred his words like a drunk. When he wasn’t caught horribly off guard, he started just throwing her over his shoulder and showing her what it did to him. (It really helped her with that one scene—)
But that’s not the worst of it. No. No no no. You see, before Bakugo, she had never been in a relationship before. She had never been in love before and she most certainly had never done anything physical with someone else before. He was her first everything. So she has trouble writing particularly steamy scenes, at least when it comes to describing everything and it has to be perfect. Well, that’s what a boyfriend’s for, right?
So, there are times in Bakugo’s life where his writer girlfriend just decides to make out with him. That’s a normal thing to do, they’re together, but she doesn’t just kiss him. Remember, book girl shit, girl goes fucking—well, Bakugo doesn’t know what but it’s ridiculous.
Kay, first time it happens: She comes up to him all casually and cute-like and asks if she can try something. Blissfully unaware Bakugo raises a brow but lets her and she takes his breath away with a kiss that’s all passion and it’s hot—he’s hot. He’s melting, actually, and she takes it further and put her hands in exactly the right places and just when he’s getting ready to go all the way with it, she pulls back. Bakugo’s never felt whiplash quite so jarring but there she was asking him how it felt because she wants to write the scene from a man’s perspective. She asking him all these questions and bro’s on a different planet right now, he can’t answer, kay. Like, give him a second to breathe cause he can’t find the air, ya know. And it happens, well not all the time but enough for the poor man to think she just isn’t in to him like he’s in to her. If she was, she would’ve been frustrated too, right? But she wasn’t and there he was, sitting alone like a fool while she ran off to go write it all down before she forgot.
But, well, book girls, right? Those freaky shits know how to please a guy so you can bet your bottom dollar that she made it up to him. Thoroughly :)
Or, alternatively, writer gf who doesn’t write steamy shit and just does all of this to fuck with him cause his reactions are *chief’s kiss*