Katsuki Bakugou X Reader - Tumblr Posts

Waitwaitwaitwait but what if r was sating akatsuki but wasn't into degradation and stuff. Like she prefers praise and nice stuff like that

katsuki with a soft!gf

katsuki groans against you, your poor twin bed creaking under the shared weight of you two. he's not exactly gentle as he litters your body with marks of his own. he leaves two, one near each breast and one on the right of your thigh, before he dove his face in and ate you out like a man starved.

"taste fuckin' delicious," he groans, hand grabbing your chin to kiss your plush lips. he smirks wickedly when he pulls away, "you agree?"

you immediately kick at him with a flushed face, "you're so nasty, katsuki."

"you still want me," he huffs quietly as he settles back on his haunches, tapping your thigh to flip over. "plus, I can't help it when you're spread out fa' me like this. you're dripping, baby. look so fuckin' sexy."

his hand smooths comfortingly down the curve of your back, encouraging you to arch further as you wiggle your ass enticingly. katsuki watches enraptured, cock hard and smearing precum against his navel.

"please," you beg instinctually. your head turns to pout at him with needy eyes, "fuck me, katsuki. wanna feel it."

his red eyes rake over you adoringly as he adjusts, fisting himself with a hiss as his head tips back toward the ceiling. he refocuses with a heavy breath, nudging your knees wider, "yeah, gladly, baby."

it's only the tip, but you're already caving for him with a broken whimper. your head stuffs itself into the pillows, and your boyfriend can only chuckle as he squeezes the fat of your ass.

"relax, you've taken it before," he croons softly as he bullies another inch into you. "can feel how much you like it, squeezing me so tight. gonna cream this dick, hm? fuck, you're so beautiful."

the last part comes out just a bit softer and more loving as he squeezes your hard that flies back for comfort. he interlaces your fingers, hand holding yours tenderly as his hips snap against yours. the skin on skin is so loud and lewd that you hope no one can hear, but the thought is fucked out of you as katsuki loses himself in your gummy walls.

"katsuki, oh, ohmygod!"

"what, baby? c'mon, tell me."

your man only grins as you babble to him, but he only noses your neck and kisses you to remind you he's there and loves you. your eyes roll back and he feels a hot rush of pleasure course down his spine. god, he'll do anything you ask.

you'll say katsuki's pussy-whipped, and he'll never deny it, only looking away with pink cheeks and ears.

When your baby started kicking for the first time, you immediately sprinted towards your husband who was still deep in slumber in the comfort of your shared king sized bed, it was only 3:30 in the morning after all, a little too early to rise, and you would have been snuggled up to him if your bladder capacity hadn't prevented it for the third time that night.

_ "Katsuki wake up wake up, you have to feel this! It's moving!" you announced in a loud whisper while shaking him lightly.

_ "Huh what, what's moving? Do I need to blow it up?" he was obviously disoriented as he tried to blink the sleep away, knitting his eyebrows in concentration so he could focus his blurry vision on you.

_ "What? No, are you crazy?" you bursted out laughing at his unexpected response, and waited for him to gain full consciousness as he wobblily sat up to face you.

_ "Is everything okay?" he reached out to gently trace your cheek, and you could tell he was fully awake at last.

_ "Here, feel this," you took his other hand and placed it on your bulging tummy, "our baby is moving."

His eyes widened and his mouth hung open in obvious amazement, and you watched in awe as your husband's face lit up at the new feeling under his palm.

_ "This is real, we're actually having a baby." the wide, almost face-splitting smile appearing on his face was the same one he had when you announced your pregnancy a few months ago, and the warmth it evoked in you was also the same as back then.

_ "We are Katsuki." and you couldn't help the tears of joy welling up in your eyes as you watched the bliss radiating from him, placing your hands on top of his and holding on tightly.

That night -and every following night- he kept his hand on your belly when you climbed back to bed, holding you from behind and rubbing soothing patterns on your tightening skin while kissing your neck and whispering sweet 'I love you's' and promises for eternal happiness together, until you finally drifted off again.

ring pop proposal ♡

fem reader, pure fluff, childhood friends to lovers lemme alone do not perceive me yk the drill by now, lil self indulgent fic cus i love childhood friends to lovers and puppy crushes, polar opposite’s trope, this reeks of my oc x canon katsu ship sooooo shh shh do not perceive.

the first person who realizes katsuki has a crush on you is his mom because when she comes to pick him up one day from kindergarten he suddenly mentions you. it’s an innocent little interaction he had with you that mitsuki doesn’t think much about at first, simply surprised her son managed to befriend someone outside of his little group of friends until he starts mentioning you more and more.

soon you’re the only thing he talks about and katsuki even starts begging her to have you come over to play. mitsuki is extremely curious to know what kind of person you are to have been able to enchant her son the way you have, she says it’s fine as long as your parents agree.

you’re a sweet little thing, almost the complete opposite of her little devil’s spawn. you’re polite and a little shy when you ask “ is it okay if i come to play at katsu’s house, please miss katsuki’s mom ?” and how could she say no to you ? she pulls at your cheek lovingly and her son almost snarls at her.

“no touchin’ !” he snarks, pulling you against him like you were his teddy bear.

mitsuki was the first to realize her son had a crush on you when you were always around. when he found something cool during a class trip you were there and whenever he was upset it was always because you had argued about something irrelevant that seemed so much bigger in the eyes of a child.

she realized because katsuki had, and in some ways, will always be rowdy. he’s rough and temperamental and moody—basically, he can be quite the brat. (she wonders where he gets that from a lot) but he’s different with you.

he’ll always be a little rough around the edges but it’s the thought that counts. he drags you around a little too hard but it's to show you something he knows you'd like and you repay him by being patient with him and letting him drag you around to his hearts content. he let’s you use the crayons he’d just denied another classmate seconds ago and when it’s really early in the morning and you’re still sleepy unlike your more energetic friend, he waits for you. sitting with you in the reading corner quietly commenting on a little bit of everything in the book you’re sharing until you’re awake enough to start the day because katsuki wanted you to be together through anything no matter what, starting the day without you was simply unimaginable.

you offer him your kindness and he repays you with his loyalty. acting like your guard dog, protecting you from everything and everyone he considers a threat to you. he goes a bit overboard but it’s the thought that counts and he’s definitely got the right intentions.

“ i’m g’nna marry yn when i grow up !” katsuki proclaims from the backseat of the car after mitsuki had come to pick him up. she looks at him through the rear view mirror only to see he’s not even looking at her, looking out the window somewhat longingly, watching as his school fades away from his sight, further and further and further away from you. she smiles to herself.

“yeah ?” she asks “yeah !” he responds proudly, crossing his arms “ i asked yn if she wanted to be my wife an’ she said yeah, so we’re gettin’ married !”

“huh. how’d you propose ? you don’t have a ring.” she jests.

katsuki responds immediately and exclaims he does have one, shuffling around to reach for something in his pocket. he pulls out a plastic ring pop holder, the candy on top is missing and mitsuki can imagine what happened to it.

“gave her one of these !”

“so that’s why you had me buy those from the store last time,” she hums. “ you ate it, though.”

katsuki tries to roll his eyes but just ends up looking up and to the side, mitsuki recognizes it as him trying to mimic what she does a lot and she snorts.

“well duh, we both did ! ‘f i kept it in my pocket it woulda gotten gross !” he defends. mitsuki simply responds with a hum, smile on her face growing larger as she hears her son happily chatting about the rest of his day with you.

she knows her katsuki is hard to handle. extremely so. but when she sees the way you both interact she can tell something is there. you don’t ‘handle’ him. you like being around him. you like playing and talking with him, she sees how happy you make him whenever you come over for playdates. he holds your hand when you get scared and you hug him tight and beam when you see him again after he’s gotten over a nasty cold.

she can tell you make her son happy and he does the same for you in the way children do with pinky promises and shy cheek kisses, kisses over tiny wounds and refusing to be separated whenever the rowdier one of you both gets his recess time taken away for being naughty.

mitsuki hopes this crush, this love you have for her son can grow along with you. she hopes you’ll stick around as katsuki grows up more and potentially more rowdy and rougher around the edges but even more enamored with you. and with the way her son is squirming around in his seat and tugging at his seatbelt, giddy about you accepting his ring pop proposal, she has a funny feeling you’ll be sticking around for a long time.

baby, baby 2.5k

— bakugou katsuki x reader

seeing your boyfriend hold babies does something to you.

cw: minors don’t interact, female reader, talk about having babies in the future, fingering, penetration, kissing, in a bathroom, in love couple :), haven’t proof read hahah

you’ve never been one to see yourself as maternal. you do like babies and children. sweet chubby faces with cute giggles that bubble up when one bounces on your hip or chatting with kids at your feet and answering one of their many why’s about the world. but you didn’t think much about motherhood, nor did you think men with babies really did anything for you.

well, you were wrong about the last part. greatly. what you had failed to consider is the love of your life, the most gorgeous man you know, holding babies.

you and bakugou katsuki, your boyfriend, were invited to your shared friend’s kirishima’s son’s first birthday party. in his back garden was a green deku themed bouncy castle, a long table of finger food snacks and another table with piles of presents. babies were everywhere. sitting with their parents, playing on one of the many colourful mats on the ground or gnawing on a sausage roll.

you were doing your best to help out. picking up half eaten carrot sticks and wrapping paper. bouncing between mothers and introducing yourself to kirishima’s family members you’re meeting for the first time. it’s only when you glance over to where you know your boyfriend is, your heart squeezes and twists.

bakugou is currently bouncing two babies at his waist. mumbling with them at a low tone as little hands palm at the stubble on his chin and another pair of hands tug at his gold chain. an adorable sight. a sight that tickles at your ovaries and itches at your brain to demand him for a child. he’s being a dream, helping out also. which mostly includes chatting with babies that end up at his feet and here he goes, picking up another to sit on his shoulders.

is it crazy to think it’s sexy? his muscled arms usually made to hurt and push buildings off bodies, now cradling chatty babies. his outfit so simple like always, a black tee that hugs his body and highlights the curves in his arms. then a comfy dark pair of jeans. he’s got three gold rings across his fingers and you told him earlier it’s probably best to take his earrings out incase a baby tugs them out. he’s not got a noticeable smile but to you, you can see the lift of his eyes and the relaxed droop of his shoulders. you don’t even think he’d say he’s good with kids but he’s definitely proving everyone wrong. especially when you look over to the mothers staring down your lover.

but when you look back, katsuki locks eyes with you.

“you good?” he mouths, bouncing the babies in his arms.

you bite down on your bottom lip. you were nervous to come since you only knew kirishima and nobody else. bakugou as god father and uncle to his son had much more to do than you did.

you nod, eyes soft.

he smirks back until a baby grabs at his nose and he looks at the child in shock.

you laugh to yourself, making way to the snack table.

now free from babies, a warm presence comes up behind you. not too intimate since this is the most pg gathering to ever exist.

“hey baby,” he mumbles, chin resting on your shoulder. he pops a cucumber chunk from your plate into his mouth.

“baby? you’ve remembered me?” you smile.

a grin floods his face as you spin around to face him. “i didn’t think i’d be so popular with them. they keep findin’ me.”

“all the mums here keep finding you too. everyone seems to love you holding a baby.” you don’t sound jealous, more amused as you break a carrot stick into your mouth.

“does that include you?” ruby eyes flutter to your lips, one hand holding your waist. usually at this point you’d be chest to chest, breathing in each other’s breath when his tone becomes like this. deep and gravelly.

you cock your head, “nope.”

bakugou huffs a laugh, “gonna go piss. wanna come?”

this might sound odd but it’s typical for you both to follow each other to the toilet. like two girls about to gossip in the bathroom. or two lovers about to share a private kiss.

“sure,” the words barely out before he takes your hand, strolling to kirishima’s upstairs bathroom.

bakugou shuts the bathroom door behind him as you push yourself up onto kirishima’s bathroom counter.

“you don’t really need to piss, do you?”

“no, just want to check in with you. missed you all day.”

large palms land at your knees to seperate them so he can slot his body in between. you shuffle since you’re wearing a skirt but bakugou keeps his eyes on your face, trying to judge how you’re feeling without words.

“missed like you missed me or like you wanted to talk to me and i was elsewhere?”

bakugou smiles, hands moving to your hips. you rearrange his chain so it’s symmetrical around his neck.

“both. that’s why i dragged you up here.” he kisses your mouth, not allowing you anytime to respond, “everyone keeps talkin’ my ear off about you.”

you frown, “me? saying what?”

he sighs, looking away from you while tonguing his cheek, “apparently i was the last person anyone would think to bring a girlfriend. kirishima’s friends sayin’ how i’m punchin’ which is true. then his aunties and grandparents sayin’ how lovely you are.”

your eyes gleam at the comments.

“sayin’ you’re so beautiful and talented after talkin’ to you. how we match. i agree, obviously.”

you’re overwhelmed from the compliments, you were just being yourself and who doesn’t love a great first impression.

“oh wow,” your hands land at his neck.

“yeah,” he mutters, giving into his gaze as his lips find yours again and he kisses you for longer. sweet pecks that have him chasing after you, hands squeezing your hips as if he wants more. he doesn’t thrust you into him though, just brushing his tongue against yours in a slow relaxed pace. your lower stomach heats.

though, you pull away, “ah, let’s not forget how adorable you’ve been today. playing with the babies and talking with them. you’re so good with kids.”

finally, he glances away with your lips, swiping across your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “did you think i’d be bad?” he whispers curiously.

“no! didn’t really think about it before now.”

bakugou hums in reply, “but back to you, made me proud to call you my girl. some of kiri’s cousins were askin’ about you and i got to tell them to fuck off.”

you laugh loudly, covering your mouth after but immediately he pulls your hand away. “you’re so childish.”

“fittin’ for the party.”

you both grin at each other, “but back to you. you’ve been sexy. i want you to pick me up and bounce me on your hip.”

bakugou throws his head back in a chuckle.

“also thought about how you’d look with our child.”

“you wanna have babies with me?”

your heart squeezes and you wonder how a man can make you feel so electric. hormones and endorphins pumping just through conversation and kisses. you’d give him anything he asked for, you think.

bakugou would give you anything you asked for. if you want a baby he’ll make it happen now.

“too soon, ‘ki. but one day would be cute.”

you hug him to you, bringing his body closer to press against yours. your arms hang at his shoulders as his hands sneak up your top on your bare skin.

“okay, just let me know,”

“that’s it? i just need to let you know when i want kids?”

bakugou is mindful not to mess up your makeup though he so badly wants to touch your face. instead, he kisses down your neck thrice, “does it have to be complicated?”

his words switch something inside of you as you stretch your neck, “i guess not.”

you already sound out of breath, skin hot and buzzing. you can tell bakugou is the same yet more composed. usually, it’s the other way around, getting you in a room alone is always inevitable for something to go down.

he drags you to him closer by the thighs, releasing a restless moan in your neck.

“i gotta say it baby, but can i get you off? then fuck you when we get back.”

you’re sure your body moulds to him, everything in you is dragging you to him. you kiss the corner of his mouth, along his jaw. bakugou squeezes your sides, palms burning into your skin. then he sneaks a hand up your skirt, finger tips running along the lace of your underwear.

“i feel like they’re already looking for you since you’re the godfather.”

“which means they’re lookin’ for you too. where else would i be if not with you?”

“don't be poetic or i’ll get on my knees.”

another chuckle rumbles through him and you tug at his shirt. he’s easy, pulling off his shirt and placing it by the sink.

“lemme get you off first. deal with me later,” then he grins all toothy when your hands press at his chest like it’s your first time seeing him half naked. “i can get you comin’ quick.”

you can’t even disagree with him, instead lightly pulling at his ear lobe. “all this talk from you. hurry up and prove it to me,” you try to sound harsher but a pout comes out along with a tilt of your hips for him to start.

“okay, okay princess.”

he’s quick to yank off your underwear. dragging the mint and white lace down your legs and placing the fabric on his tshirt. “already wet for me,” he whispers, eyes twinkling, “pull up your skirt for me.”

you do so in a rush, pulling up your skirt so your bare ass sits on the cold counter. it’s enough access for bakugou to pull your knees apart to see your pussy.

a groan leaves him without hesitation, muttering as if he’s being tortured, “so fuckin’ gorgeous.”

to be able to make a man like bakugou katsuki into this… yearning, close to begging, completely at your whims? it’s enough to inflate anybody’s ego.

there’s a second two of staring at each other, your hand curling around the back of his head when without warning, two fingers slide into your centre.

you’re already soaked so it’s easy, a high pitched moan escaping you. you bring him to you by his neck, your hand resting behind you to thrust into his fingers.

“oh katsuki,” you breathe, his fingers making a noisy squelch inside you. it’s truly divine, his fingers curling and brushing against your walls. then the beautiful harshness of the movement, moving like he would with his dick. “oh my— urgh.”

“i got you, baby,” he grips your hip, dragging the inside of his bottom lip up your neck. he’s so hard it’s almost painful.

you huff, pleasure blooming all through you. your hips jolt for more and more. “fuck me, katsuki. we can be quick.”

he flicks his eyes to you and he almost melts from your pleading stare. his dick is calling him stupid for what he’s about to say.

“i like taking my time with you,” he speaks behind his teeth, studying how your head throws back and your eyes squeeze shut with every thrust. “not in a bathroom. i want you on my tongue.”

you whine, “but i want your dick.”

can he deny you? fuck, he’s crazy for giving into you right now.

“you control me.” he snaps, pulling out of you to rub at your clit as his other hand yanks at his belt. “i was so sure and now i’m givin’ into you.”

your eyes widen like you’ve struck gold, the metal of his belt jingling and your mouth almost waters at the sight of his underwear band.

“thank you, katsuki,” you sing with all intentions to be annoying but it only makes him grab his cock out his underwear and squeeze for some relief.

“f-fuck,” he’s rock hard against his chest now his belt is out the way. the top of his dick leaks a little precome that makes you brush your thumb across it and pop it into your mouth. bakugou twitches at the contact, eyes lazing at the light of you.

“fucksake, with you lookin’ like that,” he positions himself at your entrance before sinking in.

glorious. he feels heavenly inside you, your hands grabbing at any part of him. you know you’re gonna have to apologise for the scratches on his back later. he stretches you out beautifully and you let out a moan as he pushes your thigh into your chest, making him lean in even deeper.

it’s just moans and whines between you both. thrust after thrust and you’re barely in the room as lips lay over yours.

“i love you,” you manage to get out between kisses until you gasp with a particularly hard thrust.

“love you with my life,” he strains, his thumb circling around your clit. it’s like a dance between you move. as he moves back, you come forward and vise versa. he moans after you and he knows when you push your thigh higher so you moan louder.

“come for me, baby,” he whispers, his thumb circling faster, with the friction from your wetness.

“yes, yes, just—,”

your pleasure takes over you, rippling through your body as you hold one of his biceps for grounding. the electricity becomes lightning inside you as for bakugou it’s thunder. booming through him in a growl as he comes right after with two jolts.

there’s heavy breaths as he pulls out of you. you’re empty all of a sudden and you’re reminded why you do usually prefer a bed. the desire to cuddle and hug him into a slumber. though you’re still at an event.

“shit,” he speaks, resting a hand under your chin, “you good?”

you bite down on your bottom lip at the sight of him. sweat along his hairline, shine across his arms. there’s even a pretty flush along his cheekbones as his eyes study you. just you.

“i’m good. let’s clean up and go back down.”

bakugou nods, opening up a cupboard to grab some wipes.

“when we get back i want a bath with you.”

you smile, as he swipes at your thighs, “okay.”

“wanna eat birthday cake in the bath with you.”

“okay, babe,” your smile widens.

he takes your underwear to pull it up your legs again. “this is why i say no to having sex with you like this. makes me all fuckin’ soppy.”

“loving your girlfriend isn’t soppy.”

“i think that’s the definition of soppy.”

you laugh, hopping off the counter.

“maybe it is.”

consider… ph!bakugou on the hot ones yt show!! i feel like he can handle spice well enough (he probably cries at the last two or so wings tho) and really appreciates how thought-out and unique the questions are!! bonus points if he gets asked abt y/n and goes on rambling with tears streamin down his face from the wings dbshshsj

DYNAMIGHT ON HOT ONES

cw: this gets a lil deep i guess but cute and i think it’s long so a read more !

your big fat brain with this one… omg and i feel like bc he likes spicy food so much and he knows they don’t ask stupid questions so when management asks him if he wants to do it, he honestly doesn’t mind lmao.

and i’m so sure w bakugou especially canonly loving spicy food he would be able to handle them ALL and he would be able to handle his reactions when it’s spicy too. so like the first lot of wings he’s calmly answering questions about his career, being honest and polite but of course still his straightforward and blunt self. he puts so much thought into his answers too so even civilians that aren’t a usual fan of dynamight they still tune in because they respect his opinion and what he says. as people of all age ranges watching him to hear about his life as a hero, the mental health issues that are automatically locked onto the job and then overwhelming sense of pride he gets from the job. and then innocent questions like his hobbies and what he does in his spare time and katsuki is comfortable with it all literally just munching away on the wings with no struggle even mentioning “yeah i eat shit this spicy at home, this show is a breeze for me.” even will mention izuku’s episode how his eyes were already watering, nose running and downing milk on the second wing. “that idiot might be strong but holy shit does he have weak taste buds.”

and then when it’s like the second to last wing he can feel his tongue tingle with heat and usually he’d be okay with just that bottle on its own but the lead up of the spicy ones before also gives his cheeks a light red flush and he’s got his elbows up as he holds onto the chicken both sides. (he’s also the type to completely suck the soul out of a chicken wing that literally only the bone is left. at home he’s also the type to chew bones, some shit about making his teeth stronger or whatever) ANYWAY yeah he can kinda feel it with the second to last one and he’s trying not to show it but he’s kinda squinting with his bites and his foot is tapping on the ground. and the interviewer feels like it’s the right time to talk about you, at least it keeps dynamight’s mind off the feeling of his mouth on fire.

“i think it’s the right time to ask about your girlfriend, what’s it like being in a relationship with one of the biggest heroes in the world?”

and whilst the question was being asked he’s trying to take out bits of chicken in teeth with his tongue but the mention or just the thought of you makes a huffy laugh flood through him, his shoulders shaking a little.

“i guess you should be askin’ her that but her life is much more… normal than mine,” and he’s wiping his eyes a little now, still a smirk on his face, “so our schedules can clash but nothin’ we can’t handle. best thing that’s ever happened to me, gave my life some purpose, you know?”

and the interviewer doesn’t know, neither do the viewers. a girl giving a pro heroes life purpose? doesn’t the job already do that for you? and bakugou can tell that’s the next question so he’s already on it.

he chuckles loudly, the noise rumbling from his chest, “i know what you’re thinkin’,” he pulls chicken off the bone with his teeth, munches for a while and speaks when his mouth is clear, “as honest as i can be, sometimes this job feels like you’re livin’ for everyone else. riskin’ my life for the people, which of course is somethin’ i accept and isn’t inherently a bad thing. but it can make life feel very real, knowin’ i can die at anytime and that forces you to comes to terms that death is always possible. always seeing life flash past your eyes every time i’m in a battle. but y/n, my girlfriend, she makes me fear death. i want to live, i always want to return home so i can see her again. yeah… she makes life worth livin’.”

and maybe it’s a bit too deep for a hot wings episode, but then again any interview with good questions becomes a sentimental, respected interview with pro hero dynamight. it sounds needed and it makes sense. humanises him for the viewers who only see him as the stubborn loud hero on their tv screens or at the scene of destroyed homes with a villian in hands. he’s sorta wiping his eyes at the end of that and nobody knows if it’s because of you or the wings.

some light hearted questions are included too, especially to wrap it up at the end with bakugou tapping his foot rapidly like it will soothe the burn on the last wing, “fans were speculating how on brand it was for you to reveal your girlfriend in a ten second video on her tiktok account instead of the usual red carpet picture or instagram post. what made you decide to do that?”

bakugou shrugs, his eyes gleaming, wiping his hands with a napkin. thinking about you really takes his mind off the burn in his mouth. “we didn’t decide shit and she was never a fuckin’ secret anyway. she wanted to do the dumb video with me so i did and i never say no to her.” his eyes are focused but slightly glazed over. then he wipes his nose rather roughly tacking on, “and she’s gorgeous, make sure you’re all lookin’ at her with respect.”

Unlikely duo

Hitoshi Shinsou x fem!reader x Katsuki Bakugou Category: nsfw

Warnings: double-penetration, gags, sex toys, rough sex and all that nasty stuff.

Word count: 2,925

A.n: I really didn’t think I would write about Bakugou and Shinsou working together, but now i’m thirsty for more content.  Huge thanks to @velvet-kissesss for editing this huge blob of text and being so supportive!

You were watching your favorite TV show for what felt like hours when your phone, usually dry as hell, notified you about a new message. 

 You raised your eyebrows, not pausing the episode, thinking it was just one of your friends wanting to hang out and finally finding time in their busy pro-hero lifes. A dumb thought, really. 

 You unlocked the phone and felt your heart almost jump out of your chest.

 Shinsou🔥: You up, kitten? 

You: yeah, why? 

 Your breath hitched in your throat, a wide smile spreading across your face. Shinsou was your boyfriend who got pretty busy with the hero work, usually. Occasions like these were rare. 

 You quickly got the answer.  

Shinsou🔥: I think u know why

 You: Oh?? 

Shinsou🔥: how fast can u get here? 

You: like ten mins, i think 

 You wrote back to him as quickly as possible, throwing your phone on your sofa before going to your closet. Rummaging through your closet, you found a tight, mini-dress. Taking off your sweatpants and oversized, plain tee, you slipped into the dress, admiring your reflection in the mirror. You had no bra and didn't even bother too look for one, knowing that Shinsou would rip it off as soon as you got to the bed. 

 Maybe a lipstick would add to the look? Yes, a lipstick is always a good choice. You started applying it, until when your phone buzzed again. In the hurry you were in you tried to ignore it, but the phone buzzed a few more times, catching your attention.

 Shinsou🔥: Im giving u six 

Shinsou🔥: If ur late

 Shinsou🔥: You'll get a punishment

Shinsou🔥: So better hurry, kitten 😉 

 As you read the text, you felt your lower part throb in excitement. You knew you would never make it in six minutes and Shinsou knew that too, yet you still hurried - not to be on time though, just because the throbbing was getting unbearable.

 So you applied your lipstick as fast as humanely possible, locked your apartment, almost ran down the stairs, and finally got into your car. 

 Slamming your foot down onto the gas pedal, you drove out of the apartment’s crowded parking lot as fast as you were able to. 

 You reached Shinsou's big, mansion-like house 11 minutes later but almost bumped into one of the parked cars in his driveway. 

 Wait, one of them? You climbed out of your car, forgetting your desire for a minute, examining the other car.

 Did he have unexpected guests? Should you text him? After thinking for a moment you just decided to ring the doorbell, sending an awfully annoying sounding sound throughout his house. 

 It felt like not even a second later that Shinsou opened the door wide open. He was standing there illuminated by the hallway lights, looking like he was built by gods, or rather, was a god himself. You wouldn't doubt that - from his messy lilac hair, to his defined, muscular yet lanky and tall build - he was perfect from head to toe. Like he was made by the gods, or maybe was a god himself.

  Oh, and he was standing in his boxers only. Your eyes trailed down to them, his already hard cock clearly visible as he growled. Not saying anything, he just grabbed you by your wrist and shut the door behind you. 

 He didn't wait any longer to wrap his toned arms around your frame, caressing the small of your back and simultaneously crashing his surprisingly soft lips into yours hungrily.

 You opened your mouth, letting his tongue explore your mouth. At that, he slipped one of his hands into your h/c locks, threading through them and deepening the kiss. Your hands found their place in his hair gently tugging at his purple strands, producing a pleased grunt from him.

 Shinsou stopped for a moment and then slowly bit down your bottom lip, making you let out a moan.

 Your tongues explored each other's mouths but you felt your lungs burn with the need for oxygen. You attempted to break the kiss, but Shinsou only deepened it. He only letting you go after you flushed bright red from the lack of air. 

 Gasping, you wiped away the trail of saliva from your already bruised lips with the back of your hand, eyes almost watering as you desperately catch your breath. Shinsou was drawing in short little breaths too, as if not to show that he needed air like a normal human being. 

 Shinsou had both of his arms linked around your frame, one now travelling up your body, slowly reaching your breast only to slightly raise his eyebrows when he realised that you weren't wearing a bra.

 "Was this my punishment for being late?" you asked, obviously teasing him in knowing that each one of your words would make him more rougher in bed. Oh, how much you loved it. "Your punishments have gotten pretty weak, Hitoshi."

 His lilac, never-seen-sleep eyes explored every inch of your face, from your beautiful features and plump lips to your e/c, clouded with desire eyes. He couldn't wait to ruin you.

 Two of his long fingers pinched your nipple, bringing out a moan from your lips and making you tilt your head back.

 "Have you seen the car in the driveway, kitten?" he asked as his hand squeezes your soft breast, wanting nothing more than to suck at the soft flesh of it. 

 "So, you bought me a car as a punishment" you managed to be smug even when your breasts were touched by one of the most known, popular heroes of Japan. "Hitoshi..?" the question ended with his name, rolling off your tongue.

 Oh, if only you knew what things that did to him. He was going to ruin your pretty little pussy, until the only thing you remember is his name.

 "You wanna know who that car belongs to, baby?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. You could've came right then and there, just from the deepness of his voice.

 You didn't need to think of an answer to his question though, as a loud, growly voice shouted from Shinsou's bedroom, almost making you jump and making Shinsou chuckle.

 "Oi, you losers coming or what?

 You couldn't believe your ears, your mouth almost hanging open. Shinsou's satisfied, smug grin growing wider. 

 "Bakugou..?" you asked, still not believing what you heard. 

 Shinsou nodded, not explaining anything further, as his hands moved away from your boobs to grab your wrists and leading you to your bedroom.

  If you couldn't believe your ears, then you definitely could believe your eyes. There he was, in all his glory - Katsuki fucking Bakugou. You felt yourself getting more wet by the second, containing yourself from drooling. 

 The angry blonde was standing in only his boxers, his abs glistening with every step he took towards you, blonde hair messy and a wide grin clearly painted onto his handsome face, that looked almost perfect at this moment. You swallowed the saliva that was beggining to pool in your mouth. What was he doing there? Shinsou was never the one to share you, unless it was someone he really trusted, like Kaminari. But other times, he was repeating how you were his, and only his; a dirty slut to fufill all of his needs and wishes. 

 You wondered what made him change his way of thinking. Was he dedicated to punishing you?

 "W-What's he doing here?" you finally managed to speak out, making both men in the room chuckle. You, on the other hand, were trying to keep your eyes away from Bakugou's dick that already looked enormously big, even through his boxers. 

 "Oh, I just thought that Ground Zero here, could join me on making your little punishment more harsh. He was always one hell of a yeller in our school days, maybe now he can make you yell as loudly tonight too huh, doll?" Hitoshi grinds into you from behind, arms snaking around your waist, his lewd words almost making you let out a moan, as Bakugou's grin grew wider and wider. 

 You felt your pussy throb once again. The idea of being fucked by not one, but two of them - the hottest heroes of Japan, made you even wetter, if that was possible 

 "You always did look at Bakugou like you wanted to be fucked by him too so," Hitoshi buried his smile in your hair, nibbling at your ear with his hot breath tickling it. "I'm going to let him do. whatever. he. wants. with. you." every one of his words came out slowly, dragged out, almost making your knees buckle.

 Shinsou let you go, gently pushing you towards the hot-headed hero as he took a seat in the empty, comfy armchair, watching the show unfold. Your face was clearly painted with shock, since you expected Shinsou to be there too.

 Neither him, nor Bakugou seemed to see or, more likely, care about how confused you were. Bakugou was quick, not even undressing you, just ripping your short dress in half. You let out a yelp, as he fondled your already sensitive breasts, his mouth nibbling at one of the nipples, making you draw in a breath through tightly-clenched teeth as he bit down on it, tugging before letting go.

 He gives the other nipple the same attention, but his other hand was playing with the waistband of your panties. 

 You grabbed on to his broad shoulders as he sucked on your hardened nipple, but then he delivered a harsh slap to your ass that made your pussy clench around nothing. You didn't try to deny it - you always liked it harsh.

 "Look at your face," growled Bakugou as he chuckles, “All desperate for me to fuck you, aren't ya'?” he asked, tugging at your panties with one hand still on your ass. 

 You didn't dare to answer but then he landed another harsh smack, this time more painful, making you yelp in pain. 

 You nodded as an answer to his previous question. 

 "Use your words." he demanded, drawing hand back to smack your ass again.

 "Yes!" you shouted, before he could hit your bum but he still did it, catching you by surprise. 

 "If you want me to fuck you..." he taunted you, slowly kissing your neck, sucking on the soft skin only drawing away to continue. "If you want me to put my big cock into your tight little pussy." He was leaving a trail of hickeys all down to your collarbones. "To fuck you until you can't even speak. Then." he let his teeth sink into your soft flesh, making you whimper, hiding his smile by biting down harder. "You have to suck my cock first. Get on your knees, slut." 

 He took a step away from you and you instantely dropped to your knees, hitting the cold wood floor. The name he called you made you even more desperate.

 Bakugou's face lit up at your obedience, but when he got rid of his boxers, he froze for a moment. 

 "Oi, purple hair, you have nipple clamps and all that shit?" 

 Your eyes went wide, at the mention of that.

 Hitoshi, sitting in the armchair, stood to his feet, reaching an all-to-familiar closet and pulling one of the drawers wide open. 

 "Come take a look." he offered, sitting back.

 Bakugou ran his eyes through all the stuff that was there. Who could've thought that Shinsou Hitoshi and his little, beautiful slut were such a kinky couple behind closed doors? This drawer held everything he could think and not think of using.

 In the end he came back with only nipple clamps. He put nimple clamps on your nipples, cold metal and the feeling making you shiver. He ran his hand through your hair, grabbing a handful, pulling you a bit up from the ground. You were a bit confused. What did he want? It hurt when he pulled your hair like that. That's when he pulled out a big veiny vibrator he had also took from the drawer. Your eyes widened at the sight of it. Oh how you hated that toy. Hitoshi had only used it twice - one time when you were drunk and flirted with Shoto Todoroki and another time when you kissed Kaminari on the lips, when you both found youselves awkwardly standing under the mistletoe, and every one of those times it hurt like a bitch.

 "D-Don't use it, it will hurt." you mumbled, looking at Bakugou with a pleading look but he just squatted down, still holding your hair in a tight hold while removing your panties and leaving you bare.

 "Oh, I know it will," assured Bakugou, smile never wavering. "Now be a good fucking slut and sit on it." 

 Your eyes widened once again as he pushed the vibrator right under your bare pussy, lining it with your opening. You weren't even stretched out or ready, your only lube being your own juices. 

 "Bakugou, I'm not even read-" he didn't wait for you to finish your sentence, harshly sitting you down on the huge dildo, making your scream out through the room. It slowly stretched you out, making you scream even more when Bakugou pushed it in even deeper. Your tight walls were pulsating on it, pain almost unbearable, making you pant and groan. 

 "That's what I like to see." laughed Bakugou. "Now, your sweet boyfriend over there," he nodded towards Hitoshi, sitting on his armchair, legs crossed. "Has control over the vibrator remote. Don't know how high he'll set it, but if you come before I do, you're gonna regret that, slut." 

 You couldn't help but let out a moan. Even with the discomfort that the cold silicone thing inside you was giving, the thought of being used and abused by the handsome blond right before you was tempting. Bakugou threaded both his hands through your hair and you understood that there was no chance that he would let you go at your own pace. His cock looked even more big at this angle, it was a tad bit shorter than Hitoshi's, but definitely thicker. The vein at the underside of his cock made you lick your lips.

 "You really want my cock, huh?" gruffed Bakugou, and without any doubt pushed into your already open mouth. He was going slowly, not reaching your throat just yet. Just then, you felt the vibrator start buzzing inside you, making you open up wider and letting Bakugou slide in deeper. 

 His thrusts started getting faster, causing you to let out a muffled gag with almost every single one of them. That's when Shinsou turned up the power, overwhelming you to almost roll your eyes back. Your walls clenched around the toy, the fast pace that Bakugou set being almost too much to handle.

 He groaned, rutting his hips making you choke, but he didn't stop there, no. He pulled you towards him, not minding the choking and saliva already dripping down your chin. He didn't stop when your nose hit his pubes, now blocking your already limited ability to breathe through your nose. 

 The vibrator’s power increased once again, this time by a lot, you moan around Bakugou's cock, compelling him to let out a low moan. He held your hair even more tight, and snapped his hips even at the more animalistic pace.

 You grabbed his thigh, trying to remind him that you needed to breathe, but he only laughed. 

 The little ball of pleasure at the bottom of your belly started increasing and you couldn't even think about stopping yourself, when the sudden increase of the vibrator's speed became unbearable, making you come fast and hard, unable to breathe, white dots painting your vision, moaning around the cock that was stuffed down your throat, riding out your orgasm. 

 "You came," Bakugou spit out, almost disguisted and pushed you off his cock, making you gag at the loss of it, cheeks bright red, from the lack of air and embarrassment, "I wasn't even half-way there." 

 You still moaned, eyes rolling up, dildo working as hard in your tight hole that was already too stretched out at this point. It was almost not that bad at this point, even though it was literally pushed into you with no foreplay. 

 "Turn it off, eye-bags," he scoffed. "I have a better idea." 

 Shinsou surprisingly complied and you pouted, now only left with the unpleasant throbbing around a big dildo. 

 Bakugou once again, lifted you up by your hair, one hand harshly pulling the toy out of your hole and throwing it to the side. "Take a gag and come here." he ordered to your purple-haired boyfriend, who, without your knowledge, had been pumping his cock to the view the whole time and was now even harder than before.

 Shinsou searched through the drawer when he finally came, a cock-shaped gag with a strap on in his hands.

 "Put it in her mouth." once again ordered Bakugou, taking a step away. Shinsou looked down at you, pushing your hair away from your face the look in his eyes loving.

 "Open up, kitten." he requested and you obediently did so, to which he smiled. He slipped it in your mouth, the cock almost hitting your throat, but even if not, still making your jaw ache. Hitoshi clipped the lock behind your head and secured it tightly. You were now left without an ability to speak. 

 Then he pulled out a collar, one that was very familiar to you. Now without you being able to say anything, you couldn't say that you were against his fucking pet-play. 

 His cold hands ghosted your neck, giving it one soft squeeze, as if testing the waters and then he secured the collar around your neck. He made it way too tight. It seemed like both of them wanted you to suffocate today. 

 He led you to bed where Bakugou was already waiting. Shinsou took you by the shoulders, softly biting at your shoulder blades. 

 "You ready for Bakugou's cock, kitten?" You awkardly nodded, the cock stuffed into your mouth, making it sore. Bakugou lined up with your entrance as Shinsou was now held your waist, slowly easing you down on Bakugou's cock, the blond growling at the feeling of how tight you were.

 Even after you've been stretched out by the dildo, it still hurt and you felt tears start roll down your checks, but Hitoshi was quick to kiss them away while holding you tightly from behind. He turned your face to the side, kissing your gagged lips. 

 You were thankful for the care, but you just wanted to feel Bakugou move inside you. Wondering how good he'll actually feel. You wiggled your butt, trying to get him to move, or make Shinsou move you but you only got a harsh smack landed on your already sore ass

. "Don't even dare moving, kitten." hissed Hitoshi, danger lurking somewhere in his tone, making you quiver. "If you do, I just might have to tighten the collar and shove my own dick down your throat instead of this silicone shit." the thought made you shiver and clench harder on Katsuki's cock.

 "Woah, she's really a little fuckin' masochist, isn't she?" asked Bakugou, as if you weren't even in the room. 

 "Yeah, that's the best part." chuckled Hitoshi, his long fingers ghosting over your breasts, squeezing them like some kind of stress ball. You sat there, on Bakugou's cock, while Hitoshi whispered all the dirty things he wanted to do to you when finally, Bakugou snarled.

 "Enough with the dirty talk, just stuff your dick in already, ya' freak." he growled , making your eyes as wide as plates. 

 With your main hole occupied, you were most certainly sure he would take your other hole, but you didn't even want to think about it - if he had the same mindset as Bakugou today, then this was gonna hurt. You couldn't handle another cock showed down your hole again, you might just rip in half. 

 "Don't worry, he's not gonna ruin your sweet little asshole." chuckled Bakugou. He didn't show that at all, but he just wanted to move as fast as possible. The way your walls squeezed his cock was making him crazy. 

 That's when it hit you and you started thrashing around, only to be stopped by Hitoshi's death grip that was most definitely going to leave bruises.

 "I know what you're thinking, but your hole won't rip if you take two cocks at once." he assured, slowly lining up with your entrance from behind, and then leaning against your ear. "And even if it does, do I look like a give a shit?" With that, he slowly slid in, making you scream around the gag. Grabbing onto Katsuki’s shoulders, you dug your nails into causing him to groan. 

 Shinsou never ever tried shit like that, even when he invited Kaminari to join and spice things up.

 When he was fully in he stopped, letting you adjust. You couldn't help but draw short breaths through your nose, trying to get adjusted to being stretched out so so much. You felt so full, that you couldn't even think clearly. 

 The boys waited another moment, until they started moving, slowly and evenly at first, but then taking different rhythms, making it feel so much better.

 Shinsou played with your breasts, softly caressing your skin with his lips, calling you kitten, love and babe while thrusting slowly and deeply. 

 Bakugou, on the other hand, circled fast circles onto your clit with the pads of his fingers, shouting at you all these profanities, calling you a cock-hungry slut, a bitch and all that, while his thrusts were shallow and piercingly quick, sometimes deeper.

 Both boys groaned and it still hurt, but the pain was forming into mind-clouding, hot pleasure and you moaned into the gag, when you felt Shinsou tug at your collar, making you let out a choke at which, his thrusts got faster. 

 The bundle of pleasure was once again beggining to pool at the bottom of your belly, white dots painting your vision, their thrusts and dirty words taking you into a whole new level of pleasure. 

 They came almost at the same time, painting your inner walls with their hot seed, and you came soon after, stars dotting your vision, eyes rolling back, breathing deeply, slumping back to Shinsou's chest, trying to not close your eyes. 

 They didn't pull out just yet and their hot cum was beggining to spill out, at which, Shinsou groaned. 

 "Pull out." he ordered to Bakugou and the other male groaned at the displeasure. 

 "Fuck off." he answered, not following his orders.

 "Pull out or I'll never ever even consider inviting you to one of our little sessions." growled Shinsou and you squeezed on their cocks, making them slightly growl. "I might as well invite Kaminari or Midorya." 

 Just from hearing the latter name, Bakugou's brows furrowed and he hesitantly pulled out, leaving you with only Shinsou's cock. 

 He somehow still having the energy and was hard once again. Shinsou pushed you on all fours and fucked their mixed seed into you, making you moan around the gag. 

 Bakugou got under you, lifting his head up, taking off the nipple clamps to suck on your sensitive nipples and that's when you realised that oh, this was far from over. 

 You were stupid for thinking that they would satisfy themselves with just sticking both of their cocks into your tight little hole.

 The rest of the evening was just them switching between who got to fuck you and arguing about it, until they just took the gag out and after that you couldn't even tell who's cock it was in your mouth and who's in your hole. You didn't really care, you were too wasted to care.

 But even when you couldn't think straight anymore as you were shouting out their names mindessly, you still managed to think that this was the best punishment Shinsou had thought of yet.

 And somewhere, deep down, you hoped to be punished again and again and again.

Katsuki Bakugou x reader

Category: angst, fluff

Warnings: cursing

A.N This was originally supposed to be done much sooner, but i'm just lazy like that, so here u go. Huge thanks to @velvet-kissesss for editing this so fast!! 🥰🥰

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You tried to look away from the mirror, from your reflection that reminded you of everything that was going to happen just a moment later.

You focused on the wallpaper - blue hues were painted into the shape of waves that looked as if they crashed here, forever trapped in one moment. You couldn't help but feel the same, trapped in a moment that you couldn't escape.

You took in the view of the creaky old floor with an expensive yet tattered pattern of golden flowers. Your eyes drank in the view of small rays of sunshine that seem to bounce from one place to another.

As much as you wanted to avoid it, your body seemed to betray you as you turned to fully face your reflection. You looked flawless. Although it was a true irony as it was the most miserable day of your life. A most miserable day yet, probably.

The strapless white dress was made from the softest of materials, it reached the floor and resembled dove wings while hugging your figure perfectly. A corset was adjusted to make your waist look impossibly thin but it only made your burning lungs even harder to fill with air.

Lifting your head up, you put two fingers on your tear ducts to try contain tears from spilling and ruining your too flawlessly done makeup.

You didn't want this. Any of this. You didn't ask to be born with a powerful quirk. You didn't ask to marry a man with quirk that was deemed 'compactable' with yours to make perfect, hero worthy babies when combined.

All you ever wanted was to finish U.A with the best grades and then become a hero. To save people, to help those in trouble and to always be an inspiration for heroes yet to be.

You blinked. Then blinked a few more times. Sorrow clouded your mind, making you relive your happiest memories on replay again and again, as if your mind wanted to torment you - to put 'that's what you're losing' right in your fucking face.

You reminisced about your first meeting with a certain blonde-haired boy. You recalled your first date, looked back on the first kiss and awkward first sex. Your searches for an affordable apartment for starting heroes like you two and your late night talks. Everything. Everything was bright and clear in your mind.

You hated them. You hated them for forcing you into this. You were powerful, hell, they wouldn't of been able to make you comply. That's what you thought at first but... when they threatened to hurt Katsuki, everything was done.

All the stubborness, all the mean things you had to say and an offer to shove that proposal up his ass was erased as if it never even crossed your mind.

You could marry a man you didn't love. You could learn to live with the constant dolor of letting go your dreams and your career that had just started. You were fine with leaving your old life behind as long as... as long as he was safe. You loved him so much it hurt sometimes. You loved him so much that you could give up everything for him.

It didn't matter. Not anymore at least. You couldn't change your mind right now. Not when there were only five minutes left until the ceremony started. Five minutes until you stepped out there all dolled up with a fake smile as his companion, waving and smiling to all these people that thought you truly loved the man you were marrying.

Your dress was like dove wings... Ironic how doves are meant to be free, free to go wherever they want. Yet here you were about to be trapped by a fancy ring on your finger and your own words 'I do'.

You counted the minutes. Your heart thumping harder with every tick of the clock, almost as if it was threatening to burst through your ribcage.

When there were only two minutes left and you were struggling to calm yourself, you heard a silent knock on the door.

At first, you thought the knock came from the front door of the room. It could’ve been someone already inviting you to go, but no. It was at the emergency escape door.

You couldn’t even get to the door, almost tripping on your shitty fancy dress on the way when the door burst open and hit the wall.

There he was as real as in your memories - blond hair messy refusing to stay in any other style, his signature skull shirt and black sweats on, stance intimidating, his whole body tense and ruby red eyes radiating nothing else but pure fury. Bakugou fucking Katsuki.

Seeing him made you question your eye sight or even more, sanity.

"Katsuki-" you managed to blurt out, feeling light-headed.

"We're leaving, get out of the stupid dress." he commanded, not explaining anything further, just tossing you a pair of sweats and a hoodie. Your sweats and hoodie.

"What-? Katsu, we can't just do that, I-"

He snickered, looking at the clock then looking back at you.

"You think I'm just going to let you give your life to some shitty extra with a powerful quirk, just because he and your parents want to?" he asked, arms that were in his pockets beginning to shake, his muscular arms tensed. "Over my dead fucking body, and I'm really hard to kill, princess." he managed to make something similar to a smile. "Now hurry, we don't want to cause a scene." With every word of his, you were more and more stunned.

"But... but they're going to hurt you if I don't do this! I would kill myself if anything happened to you because of me!" you said, clenching your clothes to your chest as you tried to keep your tears at bay.

"Deku will become the number 1 hero before they hurt me, babe."

You wanted to believe him. Oh god how you wanted to believe him.

Damn, what made you think he could be defeated at the first place? Who made you so sure that you could just give your life to someone you hated? Not for who they were, but for simply taking the right to make your own decision away from you.

Katsuki's look was quite unreadable. A mix of anger, re-assurance and confidence.

He raised his much bigger hand, taking your own into his to brush your hand lovingly with his thumb.

At that moment, you got all the confidence you wanted. He was your future. He was the one you loved the most and Bakugou was the one that made you braver. The one who made you say,

"Fuck it... Let's go."

His eyes lit up, a cocky smile finding its way to his face as if he knew that this would be your final choice from the start.

You turned, asking him to unzip the shitty, fancy dress but the feeling of his hand on your back almost made you break into sweat. This was wrong.

This was dangerous. You stripped out of the dress, the smooth, expensive material falling to the ground as if was a useless piece of fabric made for cleaning the floor. It felt satisfying as if you had nothing to worry about anymore. As if it was the only burden that kept you from running away from your own wedding.

You sighed, your mind running so wildly in your head almost making it hurt. You knew that this was gonna end up badly but here you were, letting him untie the ribbons of the corset and finally being able to take full breaths while watching him throw it to the other side of the small dressing room.

"These fucking assholes really just made you wear that fucking shit? It looks like it could crush your fucking ribs." he commented, frowning.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, a slight sigh of relief escaping your lips knowing that the corset didn’t make you any more attractive to Bakugou.

You slipped on your sweats before Bakugou made you turn to him, looking you up and down, making your face flush red since you were standing just in your sweats and lacy white bra.

"So you put this fancy shit bra on just for that asshole?" he asked, hues of hurt and jealousy painting his voice a different color than what you were used to. “Were you planning to have sex with him?” he asked, tone as casual as if he was asking what was for dinner tonight. Still, the way his teeth were subtlety clenched made what he was feeling clear.

"Ah, I-"

Warm arms circled around your body, pulling you close against his heaving chest as you could feel the slight tremble of his embrace but didn’t say anything about it, not wanting to make him feel worse than he already felt.

You closed your eyes, wanting to stay like that. Not bothering about the time.

Katsuki littered your jawline with unusually soft kisses, tracing shapes onto the small of your back in calming motions.

His lips trailed down your neck, soft and loving pecks turned into a passion that would definitely leave a mark. You tilted your head back, giving Katsuki better access as you softly caress his hair, tugging it caused him to groan.

When he was so close you could smell the lingering smell of caramel filling all your senses, making him feel so real.

Your breaths were sharp and short and suddenly he bit down, making you gasp but he swallowed all your protests by putting his lips on yours with teeth softly biting your bottom lip, demanding entrance.

You immediately parted your lips, letting his tongue explore your mouth to fill it with the lingering taste of sweet rum he must’ve drank earlier, making your head dizzy.

His hands explored your waist, one going up to caress your clothed breast.

You buried your fingers deeper in his surprisingly soft hair, tugging it, making the kiss even deeper as your tongues were fighting for dominance. Neither of the two wanted to give each other the satisfaction of winning.

The need to breathe was pushed to the back of your mind, afraid that if you let go, everything you had at this moment will shatter. A lingering feeling of irrational fear made you afraid to open your eyes.

Finally, you two parted with string of saliva that connected your lips still it broke. You could almost hear him murmur a quiet ‘i love you’ in his usual gruff voice.

The dream you so desperately held on, the one that felt so real it made your heart throb, was broken by a loud ‘you may now kiss the bride’ from the priest. You could only catch the heartbroken gaze and bittersweet smile of Katsuki as you were kissed by a man you hated and the crowd broke into cheers.

You had the first dance, thanked all the people for congratulating you and cut the cake as you tried to look at your new husband as lovingly as possible. It was partly because of the look you had to keep up, but partly because you thought that if you imagined hard enough, you could almost pretend it was your Katsuki.

Soon you got tired of all the people and told your husband that you needed to get some fresh air.

It was already dark as you closed the door to the hall where the ceremony was held, escaping from everyone with only quieted down music that was the wouldn’t let you forget you about what was still happening inside.

The fact that there were no people out here made you feel lonely as you crept through the garden that was buried in the silent tones of some shitty pop song.

In distance you saw the small light of a lighter flicker and then the most handsome face, recognizable to the point it hurt, lit by a light of a cigarette.

With a few short strides you reached Bakugou. His expression was unreadable, top of his top unbuttoned and tie already untied.

“I thought you wouldn’t come.” you finally said, breaking the unbearable silence that lingered between you.

Katsuki let a line of smoke leave his mouth, looking you straight in the eyes,

“Yeah, I was surprised myself.”

Your gaze was turned downwards, almost in shame. You couldn’t look back into his ruby red eyes without a scorching red pain burning through every nerve of your body.

You didn’t say anything as you wrapped your hands around him, feeling him stiffen in your embrace. It almost made you jump back, your thoughts racing. Maybe he didn’t want to hug you. Maybe he didn’t want to even see you. Maybe-

That’s when he wrapped his arms around you in a protective manner, the smell of caramel with a hint of cigarette smoke taking you away. The feeling made yourself tear up.

Bakugou took a step back as soon as he felt your tears wet his shirt. You quickly tried to wipe every trace of them away, but he took the cigarette out of his mouth, stomping the butt and softly wiping your tears away with his thumb, his expression softening.

“Hey, hey, you okay?” his voice was so unusually soft it made you tear up all over again. You couldn’t answer his question. You were afraid that as soon as you spoke he would disappear all over again.

He softly took your face into his hands, his thumbs stroking the tear stained skin carefully.

“Y/N, please answer me.”

“Before he kissed me... before he kissed me I imagined you... we were kissing and you- you were so real and then-” you managed to whimper out before sobs rocked your whole body. Bakugou took you into his embrace, his arms wrapping around your body, one stroking the small of your back comfortingly. “You dissappeared. You said you’d run away with me and then- then you disappeared.”

Katsuki littered your skin with small kisses, making you wonder if the experience was real this time. It couldn’t be fake this time too, right? Everything felt far too real now, you could even hear the rhythmic sound of his heart thumping as he held you close.

“I’m real and I’m not going anywhere.” he assured, kissing the tip of your icy cold nose as you wrapped your trembling hands around his neck. “You said we wanted to run away in the dream you had, right?”

You managed to nod with the hot breaths of your lover tickling the skin of your neck.

“Well what if I told you that we can make that come true?”

dying, dying, dying. Seriously. Why. 😳 I am red as a London Bus, seriously-

College!Class-1a! X Fem!Reader 18+Drabble

This is really starting out as imagination for being shared by the characters, then I thought of this. So in this the class has eyes on you and can’t help it but always wanted you. Then one day your professor takes it a step further. This is yanderish.

Class 1A: Izuku midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Ejiro Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugou, Ochaco Uraraka, Mina Ashido, Shōta Aizawa, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, Tenya Iida, Fumikage Tokoyami, Momo Yaoyorozu, Kyouka Jirou

Warning: Sex watching, teasing, degrading, yandere content, masterbating, touching oneself to someone else, slight circle jerk?, professor x student, being used, authority play, hair pulling.

This is content that isn’t light of heart, filthy shit. So, dead dove do not eat. All characters are of age and consenting.

It was just another day in class, your classmates would drift their eyes to you occasionally to stare lovingly then turn away. You looked so cute today, like you did everyday, they always appreciated how beautiful you looked for them. Each time you’d look down or wrote in your notebook, Aizawa was staring at you. His eyes however didn’t look at your face but below the open deck to between your legs. That showed your pretty pussy all to him.

He could barely focus on his lesson with the picture of you in his mind, so he’d trip in his words and forget about what he was saying. This was new for him because he was always calm and steady, bored even. So the whole class took noticed his actions.

It wasn’t until he stopped fully while looking at you and the whole class followed his gaze in confusion. You didn’t even notice because you were taking notes and blocked him out until you got passed a point. “Y/n.” He sounded annoyed. Looking up to meet his glaring gaze you stare wide eyed at being in trouble.

“Yes sir.” He leaned on his desk and pointed in front where you would stand in front of the whole class. You gulped, “Stand up and go to the front of the class.” You flushed embarrassment at all the attention but followed his instructions to not get in anymore trouble. They all kept their eyes on your shy figure standing before them all in your school uniform. Aizawa made his way around and stood by you while putting a hand on his chin, inspecting you.

Turning his attention to the class, “Can anyone tell me what’s wrong with Miss L/n’s outfit?” You stared panic. All eyes looked at you from head to toe at the same outfit you wear every day, and they noticed everything you did. So the class stayed silent. Aizawa sighed and clicked his tongue.

“Surprising, you guys watched her like little bitches in heat.” He said amused with a eye roll, his demeanor changing quickly. The group looked at each other taken aback. Oh, you remembered clearly what you had done today. “I’m sorry-” his hand covered your mouth quickly and pushes you against the desk, the others getting defensive.

“Clearly your peer forgot the dress code,” you squealed when his other hand tugged at your skirt and lifted it. You struggled against him and tightened your legs together with tears picking up in your eyes. It was embarrassing…But also gave you a thrill.

“No panties under her skirt, she didn’t even close her legs.” You huffed as they all looked down at your cunt. Each of them turned red and moaned at the sight, the girls getting wet and the boys pants getting tight. “Shy? Awe, that’s pathetic.” He pushed you back and you were forced to take a seat in his desk.

“Show them, you know you want to be a good little slut.” You looked up at him with puppy eyes while he just smirked devilishly. But the problem to fighting back was simple. You didn’t want to. You spent nights imagining being fucked by your dorm mates, all of them you thought about along with your professor. So you nodded and slowly opened your legs for them to see each detail, your holes and clit. 

Now your eyes cried while your sweet moans poured out, the wet sounds of your pussy while his fingers thrust into you. Hands gripping the desk for support at how good the pleasure felt, your stomach twisting and turning. You couldn’t focused on your classmates to long while they all touched them to you.

The girls parted their legs while rubbing their clits and you could hear them too. Ochako and Mina fingered themself to match what you felt so they could feel one with you. The boys were surprisingly louder then the girl while stroking their cocks. Bakugo was more growling while fucking his hand as fast as he could go, Kirishima was soft and slow along with sero. Deku and denki were the loudest in the room, who got yelled at because they couldn’t hear you. But the other boys and girls kept quiet while touching themselves, afraid to make a sound.

Aizawa was painfully hard and made you rub him threw his pants for some relief, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The way you cried, moaned just by him fingering you. It was intoxicating. “Cum- Oh fuck, going to cum.” You announced with your eyes rolling back.

“Dumb girl, think that’s what you get?” You cried out when he pulled out of you quick and left you empty. “All of you stop or I’ll fail you.” They all stopped and panted, caught in a haze of the high. “At least you all listen to me now, now pull up your pants and shit.” Groaning they all listened, the reality sinking in on them. You wiggled to get off the desk but he stopped you.

“Shoto, Ochako are the only ones who get to finish.” The two looked up and the rest looked at them. “Y/n here will finish you off,” your hair was gripped and pulled you off the desk. He forced you down onto your knees, “Well?” The two thought for a second but stood up to walk over to you, standing above you.

“All of you get to watch, be thankful.” He left you and walked to his chair and leaned back. So, you licked her pussy and gave him a hand job until they both came. Todoroki’s cum splatter on your face as you cleaned her pussy up, you got breathless fast. The end of class was awkward and silent, no one knew what to do or say. So you all just left.

But it was only a matter of time before you got home and the class was waiting for you to get their turn. Willing to do anything to get you.

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Can I have Todoroki, Bakugo and Ochaco with a s/o that jokes about their childhood trauma and they really want people to laugh at the jokes

(Gender neutral reader please, they/them)

MY FIRST REQUEST!!!!! ;3 I‘d happy to Anon! I didn’t understand at first but I think I got it right. I’m sorry If I was wrong for any of these and also an trigger warning for swearing. Anyways……

Todoroki, Bakugo and Uraraka with an S/O that jokes about their childhood trauma

Shoto

As we know, Todoroki is DENSE, so he wouldn't understand at first.

But the more you joke, the more the message starts to sink in….

Todoroki would see you talk about this with people and they would always walk away from you.

One day he confronted you about this, sitting you down on the couch to talk.

“S/O, are you ok? You have been making a lot of jokes about yourself in your childhood. What happened?”

When you explained how to just did it so that people would like you, he gave you a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“S/O, you dont need to joke like that to be friends with people. In fact, you just being you right now is that reason I fell in love with you.”

Todoroki from then on went out of his way to make sure you were thinking positive about yourself.

He even borrowed one of Izuku’s notebooks just to show you how amazing everyone thought you were.

He loves you and doesn’t want you to be upset

(Guys I freaking love Shoto, help)

Bakugo

Unlike Shoto, he understands right away.

Bakugo would most likely yell at you when you say that stuff about yourself, claiming it was embrassing him because if his S/O thought like that, it would make him look bad.

Bakugo eventually got tired of your behavior and everyone running away from you and at home, he was trying to calmly talk to you.

TRYING

After a while, he just was yelling again but that’s Kacchan for you.

instead of him calming you, you had to calm him.

After calming down, he asked you

”S/O, why in the damn hell would you say that shit?! You are amazing! And I know that because if you weren’t, Why would you be dating me?! The future number one hero?!”

After you explained that you wanted more friends and by telling the jokes you had thought they would want to be your friend, Bakugou took you out and y’all met up with Bakusqaud!

You and the Bakusqaud became best friends.

And Bakugo would happily beat up anyone whom tried to hate on you from your jokes.

Uraraka

CONCERNED AS HELL

She loves you! You’re her s/o! So why would you say that stuff?!

Most likely when you say something like that, she will pull you away from the person talking to you.

When she confronted you about it, she staright up cried on you.

“S/O? *Hick* Why would you *Hick* say that about yourself? I love you and *Hick* I don’t want you to be sad! You are the most sweetest, cutest person I know!”

When you explained to her that you just wanted to make friends with your jokes, she pulled you into a tight hug.

She than took you out.

You didn’t know where you were going but you came along.

You guys met up with Dekusqaud (or whatever it’s called)

You guys talked a lot and you eventually made friends with all of them. Even Bakugo!

Uraraka then cuddled with you at home for a very long time until y’all went to sleep.

Ok there you go! I’m sorry if it wasnt that good, but hey I tried right?

⁀➷ ALL BARK, ALL BITE | BAKUGOU

There are only three people Bakugou Katsuki answers text messages from: his mother, kirishima, and you.

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⁀➷ FALLEN | BAKUGOU

pairing. Bakugou Katsuki x GN!Reader

warnings. character death, violence, blood, greif, survivor's guilt, truama, hurt/no comfort

genre. angst, soulmates au, canon compliant

notes. ouchie this one kinda hurt 👎🏽

1K | Amid the chaos of war, your unspoken bond with Dynamight has always been enough— until the moment you see him fall.

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The battlefield stretches all around you while smoke twists in the air, thick and suffocating, coiling itself around your throat like a noose. The stench of burning flesh and debris settles into your skin, an imprint of death you’ll never trully be able wash away. Your body is screaming, muscles torn and bones grinding against each other with every move, but it’s nothing compared to the pain that’s carving its way into your chest.

The heroes, your friends (what’s left of them at least) are scattered across the ground battered and bruised too. If you listened closely you could hear the ragged breaths of those still clinging to life, their bodies curled up like paper crumpled under a careless hand. You are not any different— torn open, limbs heavy, every breath a jagged knife in your lungs, but none of that matters.

Not when you can’t tear your eyes away from him.

Bakugou stands amidst the chaos, a force of nature even now, even as the world collapses around him. His explosions light up the gray sky, a desperate blaze of light against the dreary rain. You've always admired that about him— the way he moves, as if he’s made of steel and pure determination, every blast a declaration of his existence.

But something’s wrong. Something horrible, gnawing at the edges of your mind.

He's still fighting, still charging forward like he can tear the war apart with his bare hands. But his moves—they're frantic, faster, too fast. He's pushing himself too hard, beyond his limits, like he's racing against the clock, against the inevitable. His explosions are growing stronger, more desperate— sparklingly devastating— but it comes with a cost, one you can feel in the hollows of your bones.

You scream his name, but your voice is swallowed by the storm of battle. It rips from your throat, raw and shredded, but he does not turn around.

He does not stop.

Despite the gaping wound in your side, the blood seeping through your clothes, painting the ground in your wake. Despite the universe screaming at you to rest, to lie down, to simply pause.

You can't. You won’t. You’re running— legs moving dragging in the dirt faster than your mind can keep up with. It’s like being caught in a dream where time moves too slowly. You can’t reach him, and every step makes you feel that much further away.

You’ve been tethered to him for as long as you can remember— an invisible red string stretching between you both, tangled in childish arguments when you were five, in unsaid words when you were 13, in the fire that intertwines your souls.

Soulmates.

You both knew it long before the words could be spoken, though you never dared to voice it. Maybe from fear? Pride? Who knows. But you’ve felt it deep in your core since the day you met, a pull so strong it made the world tilt around him.

And now, with each step you take, that string feels like it’s fraying.

Shigaraki's monstrous form surges from the smoke like a nightmare come to life, his limbs distorted and twisted, swinging toward Bakugou like a scythe cementing his fate. Time stretches thin, your breath freezing in your throat.

Your scream rips through the silence in your head, but it’s too late. You watch it happen— frame by frame, the universe mocking you with its cruelty. Shigaraki’s blow lands— dead center— and Bakugou’s body flies, the sound of impact thunders, tearing the sky apart.

Everything stops. He lands in the dirt, his eyes wide, the fierce determination flickering out like a candle’s flame.

The world crumbles around you, but it doesn't matter anymore. The war, the heroes, the villains— they all disappear, fading into white noise as you collapse beside him. You are too late, a mantra that replays in your head over and over and over. You hit your knees, pain shooting through your bones, but you don’t care. You’re shaking, hands trembling as they reach for his face, his chest— anything solid, anything real to anchor yourself to this moment, to make this stop.

"Katsuki," you whisper, your voice thorns against your throat.

He doesn’t move. His body lies still, too still, and there’s blood— so much fucking blood— pouring from his wounds, painting the ground in crimson. Your hands press against his chest, trying to hold it back like you can turn back time with your will alone, but he's slipping through your fingers like sand, like the life draining out of him.

“Katsuki, please,” you sob, weary and desperate.

His eyelids flutter, just for a moment, his crimson gaze locking with yours. And in that fleeting second, he’s still there. Your Bakugou, the one who burned too brightly, the one who never stopped fighting, never stopped living like he was invincible. His lips part, like he wants to say something, but no sound comes out. His hand twitches, just barely, and you grab it, holding on like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to this world.

There was supposed to be more time. More moments. More chances to say the things you were both too scared to admit. To yell, to scream, to love him, to tell him you were soulmates in every damn sense of the word.

His eyes shake, and his grip weakens.

"Fuck, Katsuki, no," you plead with him, leaning down until your forehead presses against his, your breath ragged and hot against his cooling skin. "Don’t you fucking dare."

The words fall into the void, swallowed by the silence of the dying. There’s no answer, no spark left in him.

The weight of it crashes down, crushing your chest, your heart shattering into barbed pieces you’ll never be able to put back together.

He’s gone.

Your everything— ripped from you, stolen by this war.

And the world, the entire universe, your red string feels like it’s collapsing around you. The battle still rages on, distant explosions and screams filling the air, but it all feels so far away. All you can do is hold him, cradling his broken body in your arms, feeling the warmth slip away with every passing second. Everything has stopped, everything is ending, and all you’re left with is the hollow, unbearable ache in your chest where he used to be.

Just like that, the war takes more than it ever should have.

It takes him.

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⁀➷ FALLEN | BAKUGOU

pairing. Bakugou Katsuki x GN!Reader

warnings. character death, violence, blood, greif, survivor's guilt, truama, hurt/no comfort

genre. angst, soulmates au, canon compliant

notes. ouchie this one kinda hurt 👎🏽

1K | Amid the chaos of war, your unspoken bond with Dynamight has always been enough— until the moment you see him fall.

The battlefield stretches all around you while smoke twists in the air, thick and suffocating, coiling itself around your throat like a noose. The stench of burning flesh and debris settles into your skin, an imprint of death you’ll never trully be able wash away. Your body is screaming, muscles torn and bones grinding against each other with every move, but it’s nothing compared to the pain that’s carving its way into your chest.

The heroes, your friends (what’s left of them at least) are scattered across the ground battered and bruised too. If you listened closely you could hear the ragged breaths of those still clinging to life, their bodies curled up like paper crumpled under a careless hand. You are not any different— torn open, limbs heavy, every breath a jagged knife in your lungs, but none of that matters.

Not when you can’t tear your eyes away from him.

Bakugou stands amidst the chaos, a force of nature even now, even as the world collapses around him. His explosions light up the gray sky, a desperate blaze of light against the dreary rain. You've always admired that about him— the way he moves, as if he’s made of steel and pure determination, every blast a declaration of his existence.

But something’s wrong. Something horrible, gnawing at the edges of your mind.

He's still fighting, still charging forward like he can tear the war apart with his bare hands. But his moves—they're frantic, faster, too fast. He's pushing himself too hard, beyond his limits, like he's racing against the clock, against the inevitable. His explosions are growing stronger, more desperate— sparklingly devastating— but it comes with a cost, one you can feel in the hollows of your bones.

You scream his name, but your voice is swallowed by the storm of battle. It rips from your throat, raw and shredded, but he does not turn around.

He does not stop.

Despite the gaping wound in your side, the blood seeping through your clothes, painting the ground in your wake. Despite the universe screaming at you to rest, to lie down, to simply pause.

You can't. You won’t. You’re running— legs moving dragging in the dirt faster than your mind can keep up with. It’s like being caught in a dream where time moves too slowly. You can’t reach him, and every step makes you feel that much further away.

You’ve been tethered to him for as long as you can remember— an invisible red string stretching between you both, tangled in childish arguments when you were five, in unsaid words when you were 13, in the fire that intertwines your souls.

Soulmates.

You both knew it long before the words could be spoken, though you never dared to voice it. Maybe from fear? Pride? Who knows. But you’ve felt it deep in your core since the day you met, a pull so strong it made the world tilt around him.

And now, with each step you take, that string feels like it’s fraying.

Shigaraki's monstrous form surges from the smoke like a nightmare come to life, his limbs distorted and twisted, swinging toward Bakugou like a scythe cementing his fate. Time stretches thin, your breath freezing in your throat.

Your scream rips through the silence in your head, but it’s too late. You watch it happen— frame by frame, the universe mocking you with its cruelty. Shigaraki’s blow lands— dead center— and Bakugou’s body flies, the sound of impact thunders, tearing the sky apart.

Everything stops. He lands in the dirt, his eyes wide, the fierce determination flickering out like a candle’s flame.

The world crumbles around you, but it doesn't matter anymore. The war, the heroes, the villains— they all disappear, fading into white noise as you collapse beside him. You are too late, a mantra that replays in your head over and over and over. You hit your knees, pain shooting through your bones, but you don’t care. You’re shaking, hands trembling as they reach for his face, his chest— anything solid, anything real to anchor yourself to this moment, to make this stop.

"Katsuki," you whisper, your voice thorns against your throat.

He doesn’t move. His body lies still, too still, and there’s blood— so much fucking blood— pouring from his wounds, painting the ground in crimson. Your hands press against his chest, trying to hold it back like you can turn back time with your will alone, but he's slipping through your fingers like sand, like the life draining out of him.

“Katsuki, please,” you sob, weary and desperate.

His eyelids flutter, just for a moment, his crimson gaze locking with yours. And in that fleeting second, he’s still there. Your Bakugou, the one who burned too brightly, the one who never stopped fighting, never stopped living like he was invincible. His lips part, like he wants to say something, but no sound comes out. His hand twitches, just barely, and you grab it, holding on like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to this world.

There was supposed to be more time. More moments. More chances to say the things you were both too scared to admit. To yell, to scream, to love him, to tell him you were soulmates in every damn sense of the word.

His eyes shake, and his grip weakens.

"Fuck, Katsuki, no," you plead with him, leaning down until your forehead presses against his, your breath ragged and hot against his cooling skin. "Don’t you fucking dare."

The words fall into the void, swallowed by the silence of the dying. There’s no answer, no spark left in him.

The weight of it crashes down, crushing your chest, your heart shattering into barbed pieces you’ll never be able to put back together.

He’s gone.

Your everything— ripped from you, stolen by this war.

And the world, the entire universe, your red string feels like it’s collapsing around you. The battle still rages on, distant explosions and screams filling the air, but it all feels so far away. All you can do is hold him, cradling his broken body in your arms, feeling the warmth slip away with every passing second. Everything has stopped, everything is ending, and all you’re left with is the hollow, unbearable ache in your chest where he used to be.

Just like that, the war takes more than it ever should have.

It takes him.

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pairing: bakugou x f!reader w/c: 1.5k warning/s: nsfw 18+, m! & f!masturbation; sex toys, i think that's everything notes: this is a bit short BUT i had to get something out for the man, this took me like 2 weeks to write but hopefully now i'll be out of my slump a little bit! pls enjoy c:

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18+ MINORS & BLANK BLOGS DNI

fuck… he really doesn’t know when the lines started to blur between friend and fantasy, from wanting to hang out with you to wanting you, from talking to you about your day to being bricked up hearing your voice. yet, here he was, hot water streaming down his neck, plastering damp hair to his forehead; the water pouring over his head nowhere near enough to wash his mind of you.

he’d been plagued by you, morning to night, even in his damn dreams since he tried to find a phone charger at your place.

it’s not like he was snooping, he wasn’t trying to find that sort of thing, bakugou was only trying to find your spare charger, he’d seen you put it in one of these drawers before, how was he meant to know you left your spare chargers right below all of that?

he’d slammed the drawer shut the absolute second he realised exactly what he was staring at; the bedside drawer stuffed to the brim with bright, phallic toys, a collection of smaller, rounder vibrators, something that looked awfully similar to a gag, and he heard the telltale metal clinking of at least one pair of handcuffs against the wood when he slammed it closed. embarrassing heat crawled up his neck, burning his cheeks and setting the very tips of his ears alight. stuck in the same spot, mouth half opened dumbly, his eyebrows creased in the centre of his face, all blood rushing from his brain down to his half-hard cock already straining against his pants, the need making him ache.

every hour since that, he’d spent thinking of what your wet cunt looked like swallowing the toys; so pretty and drippy, how it looked tensing around nothing when you came from the buzzing of your vibrator, how you’d look writhing and moaning handcuffed with that gag in your mouth, how your drool would stain your shirt, sticking the fabric to your skin. god, it was just so lewd, even under the purifying water, he felt dizzy, sticky, hot, sweaty, the image of your toys burnt into his retinas, no matter what he tried to distract himself with, he always saw your toys at the forefront of his mind, the perverted imagery refusing to budge from its newfound home.

bakugou groans, a deep, rough sound drowned out by the even buzzing echoing in his ears, the sound slowly building, kicking to a new level when your whine drowns it out. you always start nearly silent in his dreams, just tiny gasps escaping your parted lips when you’d nestle the toy right against your clit. you only get louder from there, your eyebrows scrunching together like his own were, marking two little tallies in the middle, tilting upwards at the centre as you pulled your lip up between your teeth. the motion did absolutely nothing to muffle your sounds, your whimpers and moans only growing louder with every heave of your chest, every passing moment with the vibrator pressed to your pulsing clit making your hips jolt into it.

you reach between your thighs with a whine that sounds all too similar to his name torn from your lips, dipping your fingertips in your slick cunt, collecting all the cum gathering at your trembling hole without even taking a breather from humping your vibrator like your life depended on it. your movements grew jerkier and jerkier the longer the intense vibrations were held to your drooling pussy, your eyes fluttering closed with a breathless shout of his name, shaky, wet thighs squeezing around your hand, even as the vibrator slipped from your grip, falling forgotten onto the sheets beneath you, the constant stimulation growing too much for you—

“fuck.” he really couldn’t help it, his hand travelling lower down his abdomen, trailing behind droplets of water still running down his torso to his hard cock, the tip already leaking from the thought of you. wrapping his fist around the base of his cock, he squeezed once before twisting his wrist, slowly jerking his cock, wondering if you were in your shower doing the same, fucking yourself on one of your toys imagining him in its place just as he wished it was your warm cunt squeezing around his dick instead of his hand.

“katsukiii—” bakugou can feel you beside him, your figure displacing the dense steam surrounding him, a heavy, thick silicone dildo hanging from the glass wall of the shower, your figure slick and soapy from the shower, damp hair sticking to the soft skin of your neck and face when you bent at the waist, lining the tip of the plastic cock up with your drooling hole. the head of the cock would slide into your cunt all too easily in his fantasies, always greedy to watch you take more and more, inch by inch sinking onto it. your mouth falls further open the more you take of the toy, the pleasure too much for you to even hold your head up by the time your ass was pressed against the cool glass, your back arching with the tip of the dildo nestled deep inside your cunt. he wonders if the curve of it would rub on your g-spot at this angle, if it would drive you crazy grinding against the glass, whining when you can’t take it anymore.

bakugou’s head falls back thinking of you reaching for the shower head, his cock pulsing in his hand when he grips the base, his muscles tensing and relaxing while he tried desperately not to cum; the image of you playing behind his eyelids making that a near impossible task. even with his eyes squeezed shut, there you are at the forefront of his mind, switching the settings of the shower head to a concentrated stream, aimed directly at your aching clit, your broken moan jolting his hips forward into his hand, stroking the length languidly. your voice wavered, repeating his name again, the stimulation inside and outside your cunt just so overwhelming.

bracing against the tile with your spare hand, you lift yourself back off the toy, the base suctioned to the glass remaining stuck as you grew quicker in your movements, starting to bounce and roll your hips in a smooth tempo. he matches the pace of your hips with his fist, his breath coming out in nothing but deep huffs. his uneven groans were nothing compared to your sweet chorus of moans and whines, an endless symphony playing in his head of “ah-ah-ah”’s and “mmmng”’s the closer you got, your cum coating the toy just like his pre was smearing all over his fist.

he can’t help the guttural sound that escapes him next, a garbled, broken version of your name when your thighs tremble, your knees only moments away from buckling from the pure bliss; the water is still aimed at your clit, even when you can’t bounce on the dildo anymore, wave after wave of pleasure drowning you until your eyes rolled into your skull and your cum gathered in a creamy ring at the base of the toy, your ass flattening against the glass as you greedily took more of the toy, intensifying the euphoria wracking through your body. he knows your toy fills your cunt so perfectly, knows how you’d hump the air to get more and more of the water aimed at your clit, unrelenting in chasing your orgasm, jolting and jerking until your knuckles turned white against the tile wall, until your voice was so high and loud it didn’t even sound like you anymore.

he wonders if you’d ever screamed taking the fake cock, if you’d ever been so overwhelmed you squealed, your pretty cunt clenching around the toy, milking the poor plastic for everything it can’t give you, or if he’d be the first to make you cum so intensely.

“ka-aa-ki—” you can’t even spit his name out, your name the same mess on his plump lips, caught so hard between sharp teeth he worries he’ll split the thin skin. all his muscles tense, his abdomen clenching low on his stomach, the veins stretching along the underside of his cock throbbing with the need to join you in the throes of pleasure, to cover your cunt in milk white cum you desperately tried to squeeze from the silicone.

your name is a choked mantra tumbling from his lips, over and over again, dark crimson eyes rolling into the back of his skull the longer you bounced on the toy, pinching sensitive nipples between your slippery, soapy fingers, dragging your orgasm out as long as you could, as long as he would, until your knees were weak and your couldn't even manage to dumbly spit out his name anymore.

“fuck.” he damn near whines, a mess of cum covering his fingers, coating his knuckles as he kept fucking his fist through the waves of his own orgasm, shivering even with the hot water running down his body, cleaning his hand even as he continued to stroke his cock, relaxing his muscles as his toes still curled, his knuckles stark white against the tile.

his head fell forward onto the cooling tile, a temporary relief for the haziness swirling around in the steam.

shit, how was he meant to look you in the eyes after this?

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Texts with Katsuki bakugou

Katsuki Bakugou x reader!

Annoying type shit

Katsuki Bakugou x dense reader

broken promise

Just a quickie ( first time writing)

When Bakugou was about to leave for the fight with AFO, you did not want him to leave thinking something bad will happen to him , you started begging him not to leave that if something happened to him you will not be the same again, bakugou just scoffed saying “ hey y/n no one can take me away from you get that , I won’t die 

, I’m one of the strongest people at school , so trust me I’ll come back home to you”

You smiled saying “ ok “ u hugged him and he said his goodbyes .

Later on that day

You picked up your jacket goin to watch what was happening that when you saw 

Something that caught your eye, u saw bakugou fighting with shigaraki, u were hyping him , that when you saw something that made your mood change , your

boyfriend was on the floor , his stomach opened, u gasped and fell on your knees

And cried and cried and you said “ you are never known for keeping your promise but why did I believe you” and when u left for home , it started raining and u just started crying “how much he hated the rain”

Ok hear me out but what if…

Ex bf Kiri never told anyone about ur relationship and you never met his friends but somehow someway you and Bakugou get together and the class finds out and you meet them and now you find out the ur dating ur ex bfs bff.

idk how this came to mind but it did and if there’s a fics like it PLS LINK IT TO ME

ANOTHER FIC IDEA? FEATURING BAKUGOU 😱

Who would’ve know 🤭

Ok so! Barbarian AU BUT reader has some type of animal quirk like can completely transform and Bakugou finds them while out hunting one day. He notices they’re hurt and he has a secret fondness for that type of animal and tries to help them but obviously reader is like NO and is kinda aggressive towards him.

Bakugou backs off because he just wants to help and notices that reader still completely transformed is a little bigger than the usual type of animal he’s seen so he watches them for a while but never finds anything different and is like “maybe they’re just large?” But one day while watching them he sees them un-transform themself. He thinks “wow they’re stunning” and wants to get closer to them.

That’s all I have 🤷‍♀️

Ngl it’s kinda cringey but I would read it and love it

Js read all three in twenty minutes… im crying 🙁💖💖

dinner prep engagement ♡

a/n : aaaand its finally here, the final part of the ring pop proposal miniseries after decades !!!! im sorry it took me so long to write this final part yall, i just finally felt enough inspo to write it and im super happy w how it came out ! i hope yall do too ! lemme know if you wanna be added to the taglist ! much luv xx

fem reader, literally pure fluff between mama n son, katsuki gets emotional very quickly bc i believe he does and you cannot make me think otherwise, a lil emotional but pure sweetness, mentions of making dinner, lmk if i missed sum else !!

this time, mitsuki has no idea what her son is planning. sure she’s had her hopes for years now, and her suspicions, but nothing truly concrete.

that is, until she gets a call in the middle of the night.

"katsuki..hello ?" she answers groggily, heaving a sigh and rubbing at her eyes. she checks next to her to make sure she hasn't woken her husband up, her eyes dart over to her digital clock " 'ts one in the morning."

"uh..hey." her son's gruff voice sounds over the phone, she raises a brow at his hesitant tone of voice, but she let's him continue "yeah, i know. sorry.." he mumbles out.

the older woman shakes her head affectionately "it's fine..is there something you wanted to talk about ?"

it's silent on the other end for a while until katsuki mumbles something. "katsuki, you know i can't hear you if you don't speak up." she scolds lightly, causing him to growl under his breath.

"not..not right now, no--just..can i come over tomorrow ?"

taking in her silence for hesitance he continues " it's nothin' bad..i just--feel like it's something i needa say face to face, i guess.."

"okay..yeah, of course. you know you can come over whenever you want." she urges "is yn comin' along ?"

"no, she isn't." she can practically hear his eye roll and it makes her smirk "she'll be busy tomorrow anyway so, not this time. i'll tell her you said hello though, since you're always tellin' me to."

she's about to retort when katsuki speaks again, only not to her. she hears what she knows is your voice quietly chatting with him as he reassures you that he'll be right there with you and for you to go back to bed. the soft tone in his voice makes her eyes soften.

never could she ever have imagined her katsuki ever speaking so softly to anyone, because her katsuki is, despite having calmed down over the years, still quite the brat. (she's pretty sure she knows where he gets it from now..) he's still temperamental when interviewers and journalists get on his nerves. he's still awfully moody , but he's different now. he's just a little bit gentler with the way he handles kids or older women who's cats have gotten stuck in trees. complaining that this isn't his damn job but still doing it anyway with utmost care as the kitties sink their sharp claws into his skin or cling to him for warmth.

he's a still a little rough around the edges but it's the thought that counts. he's different than when he was younger, but he still is the most different with you. his rough and gruff voice that he uses to bark out orders and complain, complain, complain, he uses so softly around you, keeping you as calm and sleepy as possible. it's not perfect, but he manages to usher you back to your room to sleep, and that makes the thought count so much more.

"m'gonna go now." he warns, his mother hums in agreement, telling him she'll see him tomorrow and he reciprocates the goodbye.

"night, ma."

"night, kiddo." she grins, a happy sigh leaving her when she hangs up the call and lays back down. cozying herself up next to her husband.

she's had her suspicions and her hopes for a while now, but she can't be too sure what her son could possibly want from her tomorrow.

katsuki comes back home like he's never left.

the day goes like any other day would've went a few years ago when he was still living in the family home. mitsuki almost expects her son to run off upstairs to do his homework.

he greets his dad with a half hug, and is forced into a tight embrace by his mother, which he grumbles about. grumbles turning into a growl when she grips his cheek, scolding him for not greeting his mother properly.

it's a lot of catching up from the few months he's been busy with hero work. talking about his latests achievements and his quick climbing of the hero ranks, accompanied with barely suppressed smiles and softened eyes when you're brought up. mitsuki remembers how nervous he'd been when he'd told her he was planning on asking you to move in with him, so she's happy to hear from the both of you, since she has your number and you like to catch up every now and then, that everything was going well. though she already knew it would.

katsuki volunteered to help with dinner, his mother happily agreeing saying she could use some help. it makes her a little bit nostalgic and she wills herself not to get teary eyed at how much her son has grown.

but she sees that the opportunity has presented itself to bring up the topic that's been on the tip of her tongue the entire day now.

"so.." she sings "you wanted to talk about something, right ?"

katsuki stiffens like he'd forgotten, although his expression stays the same besides the slight squint of his eyes. the rhythmic cutting of vegetables has stopped and it takes him a moment before he speaks quietly like he's revealing a secret.

"i wanna ask yn to marry me."

oh.

so that was it.

"oh." she breathes immediately. a broad smile slowly grows onto her face and she beams "took you long enough, ya brat !" she exclaims, slapping her sons muscular arm. he growls lowly at her, leaning away from her though she remains undeterred. poking at his sides while he tries to smack her hands away.

finally, she relents "when are you gonna ask ?" she asks excitedly. katsuki huffs, eyebrows still heavily furrowed from her earlier attack. he turns back to the cutting board "soon. i arranged my schedule and we'll both be free, so in two weeks from now."

"you already have a ring ?"

he grunts in agreement. and mitsuki besides being proud of the fact her hunch was right, feels her heart warms at the burst of nostalgia of her little boy. her katsuki, kicking his feet in the backseat of her car. tightly gripping his bag of ring pop candies he'd give to you the next day. her little katsuki, who'd proudly claimed he was going to marry you when he grew up in that very same car, exclaiming that he'd proposed to you with those very same candies he'd almost had a tantrum over her not getting.

her little boy, who'd gotten oh so big, and so, so much more enamoured with you.

"good." she utters sweetly, voice just a bit wobbly "good. that's great, katsuki."

he nods to himself " i've thought about it for a while now..long while." he scoffs to himself, eyes focused on the cutting board in front of him. "got the whole day planned out too."

"yeah ?" he nods. her eyes soften as he speaks mostly to himself, he's had this little self hype up habit ever since he was a boy. trying to calm himself down and reassure himself. it's a smart move, but as strong and mature as he is, katsuki is nothing more than human. and anxieties can creep up on the best of us.

she's seen it before, and she sees it again when he bites his bottom lip in thought, and she smiles softly.

and again, she coaxes him into it " that sounds nice, looks like you got it all planned out, huh?"

and he nods again. but it doesn't take him, long before he breaks.

"..what if she says no ?"

and mitsuki wants to laugh. she really does, because the thought of you ever saying no to him sounds absolutely ridiculous to her. she snorts. shaking her head while her son looks at her incredulously.

"katsuki.." she tuts, chuckling to herself before she looks up at him. "you've got absolutely nothing to worry about. you've got it."

his eyes widen, then her son's expression drops as he raises a brow "how do you know that ?" his words make her smile widen this much more and she really wants to laugh.

how does she know. she scoffs

she knows because she knows him. she knows her katsuki better than anyone else, he's her son. she knows he's rude, rowdy, quipy, temperamental and everything else. he's all of that and so much more.

and yet you still love him. you're still so incredibly patient with him, you still offer him all of your kindness despite him once confessing to her he doesn't understand how you do. despite all of the times he's messed up, the times he's fallen down, you stay by his side you care for him, you care about him.

she knows her katsuki is absolutely infatuated with you, he always has been. from tantrums about being separated in class and knowing your favourite ice cream flavour to him being overly protective over you when you were paired up with your lab partner that ended up not being him and to him wearing the stupid stuffy tux mitsuki tailor made for him to take you to prom.

you've always been his number one best friend, but he's always been yours as well : he loves you, but you love him just as much.

and so mitsuki smiles "call it mother's intuition. and, not to brag, but i think most of my hunches have been right by now" and it widens when katsuki scoffs and rolls his eyes at her boasting, another bratty little habit he has that he's practically mastered over the years. she sighs, spreading her arms out towards him "well come over here. you've gone and gotten so damn tall, i can't reach you myself !" her son rolls his eyes again, but he scoffs softly to himself and with a shake of his head, he closes the distance and hunches over to hug his mother. she wraps her arms around him tightly and he grumbles when she squeezes but he doesn't try to get away.

"there's nothing for you to worry about, katsuki. absolutely nothing." she repeats, rubbing his back. "you love each other, and that's more than enough. just be yourself, it's been working out for you this far..somehow." she jests. katsuki scoffs indignantly but they both end up chuckling about it. after a few more seconds they pull away and mitsuki pats her son's chest with a sniffle. right on top of his heart that she knows, she's seen, has gone through oh so much.

but still remained entirely yours throughout all the years and still so so so enamoured with you.

gripping onto his shoulders, she whispers "you got this." the glossiness in his eyes is impossible to miss, he's always cried very easily. but she guesses she mirrors his expression exactly. her son is the spitting image of her after all. she places a hand on his cheek and he leans into it.

"thanks, ma" he whispers sincerely. and mitsuki feels her heart soar.

"any time."

during dinner, katsuki announces the news to his father. who after getting over his shock immediately wraps his son into a hug. congratulating him and encouraging him with teary eyes, she knows where katsuki gets that from, before they all settle down to have dinner before katsuki leaves a few hours later. waving off his mother's insistence to pass you a greeting with a grumbled acknowledgement.

she shakes her head as her and her husband watch him drive off but her heart is full of pride.

"we raised a killer son didn't we ?" she giggles looking back at masaru, who agrees with a smile as they share a laugh.

and the next time you both come over, you're giddy. unable to keep your excitement in check as you keep excitedly looking back at katsuki, who finally relents with an affectionate sigh and you happily show off you're ringed finger with a squeal.

mitsuki squeals right back, wrapping you up in the tightest bear hug she could. masaru takes his turn hugging you, sweetly congratulating you both. of course, they'll tell you they both new in advance, but that was all for later.

sure, she didn't know what her son was planning in advance, but she had her hunches and her funny feeling from all those years ago that you'd be sticking around. she guesses it's good enough that she was the first to be told.

she sends her son a proud and teasing smile when they make eye contact. he rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face doesn't fade as he watches you talk with his father. she doesn't have to say a single word for him to know what she's saying.

i told you so.

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Katsuki Bakugou x Reader "Let me, you idiot"

Time: 11:22pm and I have a fever of 100.4 so I'm writing. If you are sick, rest, eat light, drink water, teme meds if you can! Always prioritize your health!! Requests are open

Slight trigger warning for: passing out

You woke up feeling like you had been hit by a bus and your phone buzzing on the pillow next to you. 2 miss calls and 4 text. From katsuki and 5 from your mom.

You called back your mom first only to be greeted by screaming asking why you weren't checked into school yet. Before you even thought of anything to say to here you felt a wave come over you lean down throwing up in the trash can next to your bed. you lean back over hanging up without saying a word to your mom. And text Katsuki you'd be late and you just overslept.

It was probably just you overusing your quirk again right? It had to be.

After a few painful minutes of getting ready, you walk into class not even bothering to apologize just slumming down into your slumming desk and placing your head down. Luckily for you your teacher was also late per usual. You hear Iida attempting to lecture you but before you could process anything your mind went blank as you put your head down on the desk.

You wake up to a hand lightly shaking you. Picking your head up, rubbing your eyes you see Katsuki "Damn you look like shit. Are you sure you should be here? " You roll your eyes standing up, feeling a wave of dizziness you grab the table for balance, holding yourself upright until it leaves. "Woah the hell happened" you look over at him saying nothing grabbing his hand and walk to you next class.

Training came around and the soup you had for lunch seemed to help a bit but you still felt shitty and like it was only getting worse. Pushing through you walked up to Katsuki pulling on his shirt feeling your body become unsteady.

He turns around seeing your unsteady form and grabs your shoulders. You feel your eyes get heavy and faintly hear the sound of Katsuki urging you to keep your eyes open.

When you wake up you are in Recovery Girls office with a towel over your forehead and your boyfriend on his phone next to you. "Katsu?" You mumble attempting to get up but ultimately laying back down because of the headache. "Dummy, you shouldn't have come if you felt this bad" you look up at him seeing the worry plastered around his face. "I thought it was gonna go away" you say shifting towards him. "Well it didn't and it got worse. You're going back to the dorms to rest idiot." Before you can protest he's picking you up and carrying you out of the room "katsu- put me down!" You say squirming around "absolutely not you'll fall over because of how weak your body is"

When you get back to the dorms and into your room Katsuki places you down on the bed leaving the room for a few minutes. When he returns he has a tray with a cup of medicine bowl and vitamin water. "Eat as much as you can but take all the medicine brat. " He says folding his arms looking away. You can still see a bit of worry on his face.

"Sorry if I.. Scared you. Kat"

"it's whatever just take care of yourself idiot.

This was shorter than I wanted but I had an idea and decided to finish this before starting another one!