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imagination-mess · 1 year
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Reality Show: Pro Heroes Wives (Bakugou Katsuki Edition)
*Implied the Reader is on the heavier side. You can leave it up to your own interpretation of it. *
There is a reality show where pro heroes' wives are on television and paid to be there. It was juicy gossip and pure drama. There are two groups separated from one another. There is always shit hitting the fan.
This week's episode was Pro Hero Dynamight making headlines and fans tweeting on Twitter as the episode was aired. It was
The official account of Pro Hero Dynamight has liked fan edits of his wife with the SWING SWING SWING Audio.
#thegirlsarefighting #season2ofproheroeswives
DynaFan0123 tweeted Not Rika, the fashion designer trying to body shame [Name] during the pool challenge to only get humbled later. EMBARRASSING *Meme attached to tweet*
Earjackfan#01: [Name] left no crumbles behind.
It was clips of Pro Hero Dynamight's wife in a swimsuit swiping the floor of another Pro Hero wife, Rika. It was a battle stick challenge of trying to knock your opponent while standing on a pillar. It gets harder to not slip while wet. There are 3 rounds with a cycle of a fight.
Rika was knocked out of the pillar shamelessly and didn't even last a minute with you. It was embarrassing compared to everyone else who was doing it minimum lasted 3 minutes. You let her swing at you and fake out of falling off to only get smacked harshly to lose balance. It was the look in your eyes that were too similar grin of your husband across your face. She had no chance of winning because you didn't even give her a chance to do after the first round.
The other challenge was to feature the spiciest sauces across the nation. You were chosen for your team because of your relationship with Dynamight. The pro hero has his own restaurant being the number one spot for having the hottest, spiciest dishes that left the food critic having to buy a gallon of milk. He had also released his own line of the spiciest hottest sauces earlier this year.
Rika was again your opponent who was trying to redeem themselves after embarrassing themselves to only do it again. She challenges you to take on the spiciest sauce of wings to handle with grace. She couldn't handle it. She was dying, turning like a tomato, and coughing.
It had become a meme throughout the internet. Rika's reaction to the wings. You serve her a cup of milk with a smile, "Too spicy for you?"
You also mentioned one of Dynamight's sauces, "Crybaby is better than this." "Crybaby Sauce is better than this. It's spicy, but not spicy enough for me. I
You accidentally caused a trend to happen while making the restaurant blow up in popularity. People want to buy that certain sauce to try it themselves.
OfficalChargebolt tweeted: Rika was doomed from the beginning. [Name] is married to a man with a tongue of steel. *Attaches the classic meme of Pro Hero Dynamight's unbothered face next to Pro Hero Shoto and Deku is struggling to handle the spiciest.*
*Attaches another one of the unsatisfied faces of Pro Hero Dynamight with subtitles on, "I am disappointed." meanwhile in the background Pro Hero Deku is having a coughing fit on the ground, and Pro Hero Shoto chugging down a gallon of milk*
OfficalDynamight tweets underneath a thread of a meme, mentioning Crybaby is better the following: *attached link to crybaby sauce.* Leave me alone.
Pro Hero Deku Edition
Pro Hero Shoto Edition
Pro Hero Red Riot Edition
Pro Hero Eraserhead Edition
Pro Hero Hellfire (Touya) Edition
Pro Hero Mindjack Edition
Reality Show: Unmasked Pro Heroes
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trueshellz · 1 year
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Primal play with Katsuki.
Something that started off so innocent, really.
You had been home all day, a weekend where he was out on patrol and after doing some housework you were sat watching TV. As always, right on time, the door opened and there was a thud as his gauntlets and hero suit hit the floor. You decided last minute to hide, dropping him a quick message before you did.
You: Come find me, handsome.
There was a long pause, almost too long and you were worried he was tired or injured, maybe he wasn't in the mood or his phone has been damaged. But then there was a noise as it vibrated in your hand.
Boom Boom Boi: You better hide, princess.
Covering your mouth with your hand to stop your giggles reaching him, you quietly slid back into the cupboard as you listened to him walking around the apartment. The doors opening, the creak where the hinges hadn't been oiled and the thump as his heavy footsteps echoed around you.
Then silence.
You could almost hear the thud of your heart against your ribs, it sounded so loud. Louder than usual, your palms sweaty as you leaned back into the corner. You held your breath, trying to listen out for the telltale sign that he was near but you couldn't make out a sound.
Suddenly, the door was flung open and you could see his grin. The way his eyes were almost glowing, chest heaving as he eyed you up and down. His gaze catching on the long shirt and socks you were wearing, both his of course, his hand reaching out for you with a chuckle until you dipped under his arm as he cursed behind you.
Barely making it to the door when his arm came around you, thick corded muscle gripping your waist as he picked you up. Your giggles loud now, his snort of laughter when you failed to get yourself free and ended up caught further. His lips finding the sensitive spot on your neck as his hands gripped your legs and opened them wide.
"Gotcha."
You hadn't even realised how turned on you were until cool air hit the sensitive space between your legs where your underwear had began sticking to your swollen folds. His teeth now nipping at the juncture of your throat as his hands kept you splayed wide, you could feel his thick erection against your ass as he bounced you up and down. The plush of your thighs gripped in his rough hands, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he ground himself against you. Your moans now louder, hands reaching up to find the short hairs on his nape and run your fingers through them the way he loved.
"Shoulda said you wanted to get fucked, princess. Didn't needta hide."
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sat0sugu-angst · 1 year
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Fight Me, Fuck Me
a/n: happy valentiiiiiine's day!! Sorry this is a lil late i ended up picking up a shift at work so I wasn't able to finish it until this evening (which is kinda ironic ig but whatever). I seen a vid kinda similar (but less horny) on tt n couldn't resist imagining you and bkg getting in a fight on date night and lowkey being all hot n bothered with how yall are mean to each other 🙈 then w V-day around the corner I thought why the hell not lmao
wc: 3.5k
cw: afab!reader, reader is described as feminine but no pronouns are used, prohero!bkg, reader has a healing quirk and works at the hospital, yall can be toxic but that's why it's fun, established relationship, pet names (babe, my love), bakugo pays a lot of attention to your ass and thighs, reader and bkg are switchy asf, multiple orgasms, creampie, squirting, light spanking
all characters aged up +24
MDNI
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You were silent as you continued doing your makeup, looking past yourself in the mirror to find red eyes focused on you.
Considering it was Katsuki, there wasn't a lot of aggression in his expression, but still, his eyes on you pissed you off. "Can I help you?" You asked, your attitude seeping into your tone.
He sneered, pushing off the bed and walking into the bathroom. "Not unless you can hurry that lil' ass up." He shot back. "We're gonna be late."
You and your boyfriend had impossible schedules. With you regularly pulling doubles at the hospital and Katsuki working his way up the hero rankings, you didn't often get a night off together for date night. Even the important couples holiday, Valentine's Day, was a day neither of you could take off. So this year, you decided to celebrate your own V-day, nearly two and a half weeks after the actual holiday.
The problem was you had mixed up your days, rushing home from the hospital in a flurry after getting a confirmation call that afternoon about the reservation from Katsuki’s assistant. You felt guilty, especially since he'd taken on planning the date night. But in typical Katsuki fashion, he'd blown up at you, yelling his head off as soon as you walked through the door. Then, despite your guilt, you were pissed at him.
"I told you on Tuesday that I was gonna be working today." You raised your brow, looking toward the bathroom with lips pursed. "If we're late, it's because you don't pay attention to anything I tell you."
"Babe, I already said I was sorry." You huff, unsatisfied. You turn back to your face in the mirror, reaching for your eyeliner. "And you told me that while I was in bed. You think I can remember the shit you tell me when I'm half asleep?"
You narrowed your eyes, trying to keep your hand steady as you did your eyeliner fuming mad. "Nice apology, Katsuki." You said dryly.
He emerged from the bathroom, and as he passed behind you toward the door, you caught a whiff of the cologne you'd gotten him for his birthday. God, it smelled so fucking good. Normally when he wore it, it was only a matter of time before you were on top of him, unbuttoning his belt. Not now, though. Not unless you were gonna use the belt to strangle him. "Don't fuckin' talk to me about apologies. You're the one who forgot about tonight in the first place."
"I didn't forget!" You whip around to face him. You had crazy eyes, you knew, but fuck, your boyfriend made you feel crazy sometimes. "We had different dates down, and I couldn't exactly leave work immediately. There was a bus accident today. The hospital was overrun. I can't just leave when people need me."
"People are always gonna need you. They're always gonna need me. Doesn't mean we don't need each other." You stilled, recognizing your own words. You'd said them early in the relationship, the first time your jobs were making it hard to be together.
"Are you trying to make me feel guilty? I can't even count how many dates we've had to cancel because you had a mission! But oh, because it's my job, it's a bad thing to be dedicated? Do you not take my job seriously?"
He groaned. "Babe. Do you know what I had to do to make tonight special for us? The strings I had to pull to get us a spot at this restaurant for tonight? If we were just gonna sit at home in our fucking underwear, it wouldn't be a big deal."
You were glaring, but turned your attention back to the real task at hand. "You know what, I can't even fucking talk to you right now. I need to finish getting ready." You could argue, or you could do your makeup. You could not do both.
He let out a bitter laugh. "Well, thank god for that!" He yells back, walking out of the room. You flushed with anger, the sudden urge to throw something at him. But you couldn't chase after him to scream anymore; if you really were late, you'd never hear the end of it.
Ten minutes later, you were off, heading toward the restaurant in silence. Well, silent except for the occasional passive aggressive sighs and grumblings about the music you passed back and forth during the twenty minutes it took to get there.
When you got there, the host offered to take your coats, and Katsuki’s hands were on your shoulders, helping you out of yours. The rough pads of his fingertips grazed over your shoulder, and you were acutely aware of his breath ghosting along your neck.
Fuck, you think, annoyed at the way goosebumps rise along your skin, always like a live wire when it came to his touch. You had to fight your body's urge to lean into his touch, your anger still simmering but somehow making everything hotter, more volatile. You needed to keep it together. You couldn't let him win the argument because you were a little horny.
The restaurant was elegant, elevated. The low light was warm against the white tablecloths, and you were glad you had purchased a new dress for the occasion.
Katsuki was dressed to impress, too; charcoal colored trousers and a black cashmere sweater. When he took off his own coat, you had to remind yourself not to check him out. At least not obviously.
You followed the host toward your table, Katsuki behind you. “Are you gonna be pissy the whole night?” He asked as you were sitting down, realizing the attitude had yet to leave your expression. He couldn’t admit the reason it’d taken him a second to realize you were still pissed was because he’d been too focused on the way your dress hugged your curves, or how he had wanted to run his hands over your hips as he’d taken your coat. No, he wouldn’t admit the reason his ears were red was because he couldn’t stop thinking about dragging your ass to a restroom, or back to the car, to fuck you so hard you forget about why you were mad in the first place.
You sneered at him, about to pop off with an insult, and maybe a curse or three, but you were greeted quickly by your waiter.
Katsuki ordered wine for you, and a dirty martini for him.
When the waiter left, you shot a narrowed look to your boyfriend. “I’m not pissy.” It was a blatant lie, but you couldn't be bothered to care about being fair.
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure. You have been since you got home.”
“Well, I kinda had a shitty day,” you said, honestly. “Can’t imagine why you thought yelling at me would make me feel better.”
“Babe, really? You were supposed to be off today, then you text me that you were staying late. And you still stayed later than you said. I almost lost the fuckin’ table tryna change the reservation. We don't get to do this often, I'd like my fucking girlfriend to at least pretend to be excited about it.”
You groan a little, trying to not be loud and draw attention. This is not the place you wanted to have this argument, especially with someone as explosive as Katsuki, but you weren’t ready to concede, because if you did, he’d think he was right. “I told you since last week that I’d picked up the extra shift, on this day, and you didn’t say anything. I didn't do it to spite you, and I don’t really appreciate being blamed for an honest mistake as if I did it to piss you off. We’re here, aren’t we?”
“Yes, and this is just how I wanted to spend the evening with you.” He said dryly, sneering and turning his attention to the menu, effectively ending the conversation.
The rest of dinner, and even the drive home, was much of the same. Neither of you were able to drop the bickering long enough to really talk about anything. Over the course of the meal, one martini had turned into two, and you’d finished off the bottle of wine. You both were still mad, senses dulled, and emotions amplified. When you glared at him, you couldn’t help but focus on the shape of his eyes, how pretty he looked even when he was mad.
And all he could think about was how he wanted to fuck the attitude right out of you. Every sneer, every glare sent his way, pissed him off, but he couldn’t deny how fucking sexy you were when you were mad. Without even trying, you had him half hard in his pants, like he was some fucking teenager on his first date. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, even by the time you’d gotten home.
He rounded the car to I open the door for you, offering you a hand. You raised your brow at him, but let him help you out the car. Katsuki set his hand on the small of your back, just barely above your ass, only because he needed to touch you. He wanted to get you hot and bothered, until you were begging for him.
The heat from his hand did stir something low in your stomach, and you tried not to show how he affected you, not even looking in his direction. As his hand dropped from your back, his fingertips grazed your ass, and you rolled your eyes as he unlocked the door. “Don’t think that’s gonna make me forget I’m mad at you.”
"Tsk," he clicks his tongue at you, pushing open the door and flashing that smug smile he knew you couldn't resist. “You can be mad at me and still want me to fuck you.” He said shamelessly.
You felt your face heat at his boldness, and you had to look away, focusing on the door as he pushed it open. He moved, if only slightly, for you to walk in passed him, and you fought to maintain your composure. You loved it when he was like this, and he knew it was a sure way to get you in the mood and give whatever he asked of you.
He wasn’t wrong, either. You weren’t even really sure why you were still fighting, other than that you were being stubborn and, in a sick way, loved fighting with your boyfriend.
You walked past him, keeping your expression level. Katsuki watched you move through the house, following you into your shared bedroom. Despite your efforts, he saw right through you; he was certain he could have you apologizing and begging him to give you attention.
But you were determined, and when you wanted, could be even more stubborn than your boyfriend. Through the wine, or maybe because of it, you knew you’d succumb to him eventually. You always did, and happily. Tonight though, you wanted him to fold first.
So, you took your time getting undressed, going so far as to ask for Katsuki’s help unzipping your dress when you could've done it easily, letting it pool around your ankles before you stepping out of it. As you stood in front of your dresser, examining its contents and deciding what pajamas to slip into, Katsuki slipped his hands around your waist, settling on your hipbones. He pulled you back into him, and you felt him, hard, pressing again the small of your back.
You bit your lip, stifling the urge to lean into him, to rub against his erection, or worse, let out the sweet moan that threatened to expose you. After so many years together, he knew exactly what would make you crumble, and fuck, you almost did.
“I’m trying to get ready for bed.” You say instead, voice clipped. You reached for a pair of black shorts from the drawer, but his hand was covering yours, intertwining your fingers. Fighting to keep your expression even, you leveled a glare on him as he leaned over your shoulder. “You really wanna piss me off tonight, don’t you?”
“Definitely wanna do somethin’ to ya.” He shoots back quickly, the thumb at your hip rubbing slow circles into your skin, promising more. You narrowed your eyes. There was no way you could resist him, you needed to act quickly.
You turned around, looking up at him through your lashes. His hand was on your ass now, fingers squeezing and pulling you closer to him. You placed your hand flat on his stomach, trying to put some space between the two of you. You were flushed now, and he knew it. “C’mon,” his finger came up from under your chin, forcing you to look right at him as he smiled sweetly at you. “Don’t be a sore loser. Admit it. You’re turned on.”
You lean up onto your toes, pressing your lips against his, reaching down and untucking his shirt the best you could. He helped you, getting his belt undone and stepping backward out of his slacks as you pushed him back toward the bed.
He was pulling his shirt off as he sat on the edge of the bed, before pawing at your hips so you were sitting in his lap. The heat of him pressed right against you was delicious, and you rolled your hips against him. He swallowed your sighs as your tongues danced together, flushing with pride at the noises you pulled from him.
He was impatient, meeting the wave of your hips with thrusts of hie own. But this pesky fabric between the two of you. "Fuckin’ take these off already.” He grumbled, pulling at the fabric of your underwear where it covered your ass, and you wasted no time getting rid of your last layers of clothing.
He nearly cried out as you lowered yourself on top of him, leaning into you so that you could feel his heavy breath tickling your neck. You allowed yourself to enjoy it momentarily, before pushing his shoulder with a finger so he was laying back on the bed, his legs over the edge of the bed. You squeezed around the tip of his cock as you got used to the stretch. “Fuck, you’re so wet already.” You hid your satisfied smile by leaning down, sucking kisses from his chest up his neck. With each hitch of his breath, every moan, you rewarded him, clenching around him, or shifting the angle of your hips, lowering down until he was pressed flush against you.
You were used to the stretch, but with the way he filled you, and the lovely friction against your clit, you could already feel how the tension in your stomach was ready to snap. You needed to calm down before you came undone, biting into his shoulder as you found the rhythm that would make him crumble.
The drag of his cock along your walls had you clenching, and then you started to feel the telltale signs that he was close. His fingers tightened on your hips, almost painfully so, unable to control the way he thrusted up into you.
"You gonna come?" You cooed, sitting up a little, pulling out slowly and dropping down on his cock. He looked so close, his eyes fluttering each time he filled you. His resolve was crumbling, too lost in the feeling of you around him to remember that you were the one who was supposed to be one begging.
"Fuck," He whimpered when you clenched around him. You settled your hands on either side of his chest, leaning forward so you could keep bouncing on his cock. "You wanna come, my love?" You ask, crumbling at how Katsuki blushes under you. He nods, melting for you. You lean forward, pressing a messy kiss against him. You were close, too. If you looked at that expression one more second, you'd come undone.
You shift the angle of your hips, and he let out a clumsy grunt, fingers squeezing the fat of your hips for some stability. "Fuck, baby, just like that. I'm gonna—"
That's when you lift your hips, until only his tip is inside you, and still. You reach down, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock. He cries out, a moan turned sour as deny him. You smile down at him, and he knew by that look in your eyes that he was in for it.
You leaned down, lips brushing over his slightly as you said, "I'd like to see you beg me to let you come." He couldn't even find it in himself to be mad, not with the way you looked above him, your hair messy from him running his fingers through it, the light sheen of sweat on your skin from riding him so well. He doesn't care who was supposed to punish who, not when he was so close to coming, not if all it would take was a little begging.
You continued edging him, bouncing up and down on him until he got close, then cockwarming him until he calmed down. His sweet pleas grew more desperate. You almost let him when you came yourself, squeezing around him uncontrollably as you stilled on top of him to ride out your orgasm, and he nearly lost it at the feel of you so tight around him.
But even though you came, you weren't done with him, continuing to roll your hips over him, looking right into his eyes as you fuck him.
He has tears pricking his eyes, and he's whimpering. “Baby, please. Please let me come. I’m fucking sorry for yelling at you today. I got lost in wanting things to be perfect, but I was an ass for getting mad.” Your expression softens for your boyfriend, and before you can even speak, he’s leaning in. His kiss is rough, hurried, and he’s thrusting up into you harder now than before, shifting so he hits that spot that has you moaning into his mouth. Unexpectedly, you fall into your next orgasm, and he feels you clenching. “Baby, please can I come?”
Words elude you, so you simply nod, leaning against his chest and resting your hands on his shoulders, bracing yourself as he uses you to finish. He’s twitching inside you, and after only a couple more thrusts, you feel his warmth flood your cunt, as he fucks you through both your orgasms.
You’re breathing heavily, body feeling heavy as you lay on top of him, hands still resting on your ass, holding you against him. You feel his cum, and yours, seep out of you onto him, but he makes no move to get up to clean.
“I’m sorry, too.” You say softly, tracing your finger over his chest. You look up at him, and his gaze is already on you. “I was being kind of a bitch. I just…felt guilty, for almost ruining tonight, but it was easier to be mad at you than admit I messed up.” You feel your cheeks heat, looking away from him and resting your ear against his chest. “So, I’m sorry for being so sour all night. And for getting the day wrong.”
He rolls you both over, easily moving you both so your head was back against the pillows, still snuggly pressed inside you. Still hard, you realize. “Cute apology, but I can’t let you off that easy. You were a bitch tonight.” His eyes shine wickedly, his smirk smug as he pulls slowly out of you. You whine at the lovely drag of his cock along your walls.
He leans down and, kissing you hard, knocks the breath out of you with the way he thrusts back into you. “I'm not done with you, yet." He thrusted into you again again, hitting that spot that had you already craving a third orgasm.
You’re gasping curses, then his name, as he fucks you, slowly but with strength and precision. You couldn't help digging your nails into his back as you feel the first wave of your orgasm. "Fuck, I'm gonna come again." You say breathlessly, and bite into his neck as you tug on the hair at the nape of his neck right as you come. You feel a rush of liquid, making a mess between your thighs and dripping down your ass, ruining the sheets beneath you.
The way you're clenching around him has him seeing stars, and feeling you squirt around him spurs him into his next orgasm, keeping himself buried in you as he cums. You pull him in for a kiss as he fills you, his lips grounding you as you come down, chests heaving against each other.
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After showering and changing the sheets, you’re back in bed, curled up into his side and playing with his hair. You’re both smiling, fucked out and tired, though unwilling to end the night. “We should just sync our calendars.” You say finally. “That way we won’t get anything confused, and we can avoid pissing each other off.”
His hand, which had settled on your hip, landed a couple light smacks on your ass. “I don’t think I mind us pissing each other off. Not with the way you fight.”
You roll your eyes, grinning even as your face heats. “Please, you were the one who couldn’t stop pawing at me when we got home.”
He snorts. “You liked it,”
“Yeah,” you say absently, eyes growing heavy. “I guess if we settle our arguments like that, I don’t mind getting into a fight every now and then.”
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a/n: thanks so much for reading! I hope you like this spicy little valentine's treat <3 if you did, pls lmk with rbs and comments! happy v-day <3
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shaisuki · 9 months
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just thinking about pro! hero bakugo katsuki fucking chubby reader-chan senseless after surprising him, wearing a ua cheerleader outfit during their high school days.
oh, katsuki goes absolutely feral after seeing reader-chan in that outfit and it brings back memories about those sleepless nights where he first laid his eyes on you wearing that cheerleader outfit.
with every fiber of his being he wants you completely naked but he makes exception in your cheerleader outfit. it was one his filthy fantasies to fuck you in one and he ain't wasting no time in pinning you down the floor.
he only flips your skirt so he can access your pussy, already dripping with slick from the roughness bakugo is giving you. the top of your clothing is surprisingly untouched wanting him to fully fuck you in the glory of the cheerleader outfit you wore and goddamn, katsuki's already losing his mind.
the green and orange of the outfit bringing your complexion into gorgeousness as he fucks you in that outfit.
katsuki grabs every handful flesh he can grope as he thrusts his thick cock into your tight cunt.
"fucking mine. you really like testing me, princess. wearing this clothing and this is what you get and you fucking love it."  he growls. his hips bucking wildly which made you cry out and katsuki smirks continuing his assault in your fat cunt.
your legs wrapped around his torso, toes curling at the intense pleasure. katsuki doesn't stop from thrusting his cock inside you, barely taking a break and he sped up. his hands gripping your wide hips as he drilled into you.
he burns the sight of your body jiggling under him. the ripples of your stomach, the bounce of your chest and the look of your face. so fucking cute from all the fucking he's giving to you.
thighs shaking from wave after wave of pleasure he's bringing to you and you feared you won't feel a thing of your legs after this.
it continues like that for hours and you lost count on how many times katsuki fucked you full of his cum, your orgasm coming again for the nth time and you only closed your eyes. cunt clenching snugly around his cock. your orgasm bringing you into euphoria.
your cum coating his cock along with his and it drips down to your ass and katsuki loved every moment of it. it was moments later before katsuki came as well.
katsuki doesn't pull his still hard cock, letting your cum-filled pussy warm his. katsuki moved the stray hairs that sticks in your face. kissing you with such passion and desire. tongue gnashing with yours before separating. a string of saliva connecting yours to his and katsuki smirks before swiping it with his arm.
"you really know how to cheer me up, princess. don't worry that pretty head of yours, princess. i'll take care you." he said, his lips twitch into a smirk and you already knows what it means.
"i know you have another round for me, princess."
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kazisthirsty · 1 year
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thoughts of katsuki fucking you in doggy, his cock hitting your g-spot and then sliding and slamming into your cervix entrance repeatedly, then when he pulls back to slam into you again his dick slides over your g-spot, making you see stars. and this goes on for at least 8 rounds.
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chaiiskindagross · 1 year
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Could you do a Bakugou x female chubby reader where she’s riding him and unexpectedly puts him in the Amazon position 😩
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notes: the way i fucking HOLLERED. i ain’t never thought of this before and… honey i am on the ground. if i could i would smooch your forehead for giving me this request
katsuki bakugou x chubby! dom! fem! reader
Sweet Spot
I am sweating profusely at the thought of how this happened and what happens as soon as it’s executed.
Like, fucking imagine bulky ass pro-hero dynamight becoming a babbling bottom bitch when he’s suddenly folded like an omelette, forced to bend to accommodate for his cute lil’ chubby partner who’s decided to ride him in the amazon position, reverse mating press anyone? what should this be called.. fuck, i dunno, the seed stealer? alright anon, LETS FUCKIN’ GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Splayed out on his back like a pillow princess, a hand pressed against his sweat-drenched face, his mouth hanging open as he pants like a restless animal. He’s trying his absolute hardest to keep it together, to not moan so loud, to not whimper the way his body was telling him to. While one hand was shielding him from his surroundings, the other was on your waist, gripping onto it as you rode him, bouncing your lower body like you were riding over a worn down, cracked, and filled-with-holes road, lined with speed bumps. You were covered in a thin layer of sweat as well considering how long you’d been riding him, fucking the stress out of the poor man after an especially difficult patrol. But, you were dissatisfied by his self-control and attempts to hide his more vulnerable side that was brought out in the bedroom. Leading you to become more and more frustrated as you kept at it. And then, a brilliant idea came to mind.
Suddenly, you slowed down to a full stop, deciding to try out a brand new position that would surely force some noises out of Katsuki that he wouldn’t be proud of, causing you to pull yourself from his cock that bobbed from the sudden movement. The blond had noticed the way you stopped bouncing and looked at you hazily, his eyes half-lidded as he stared at you in confusion. He was about to protest, only to feel you suddenly start maneuvering his lower body around with purpose and determination. Of course, he’s not going to take this laying down (literally and figuratively) so he starts trying to voice his protests.
Suddenly, you slowed down to a full stop, deciding to try out a brand new position that would surely force some noises out of Katsuki that he wouldn’t be proud of, causing you to pull yourself from his cock that bobbed from the sudden movement. The blond had noticed the way you stopped bouncing and looked at you hazily, his eyes half-lidded as he stared at you in confusion. He was about to protest, only to feel you suddenly start maneuvering his lower body around with purpose and determination. Of course, he’s not going to take this laying down (literally and figuratively) so he starts trying to voice his protests.
“—hell you doin’? why are you— haaaah… f-fuck!”
With vigor and the urge to /break/ the prohero, you had hooked your arms beneath his knees and pushed them towards his chest, forcing him into a reverse mating press, otherwise known as the amazon (no jeff bezos here sweet thangs). After bending him to your will, you sunk right back down, impaling yourself on his leaky cock that was far too sensitive, moving your hands to rest on the sides of the bed besides his ears. Your feet were planted firmly on the bed as you stared down at your bewildered boyfriend, a giddiness and a glint of mischief in your eyes as you began bouncing again, deciding to gradually build up speed by start off slow but harsh. The impact of your slick soaked pussy swallowing him up, your ass slamming down against his balls simultaneously made him whimper. And no no, not just any kind of whimper. The kind of whimper you’d hear if you stubbed your toe extra hard into the corner of a coffee table that wasn’t where it was supposed to be. The kind of whimper that meant something was too much, too out of control, too intense. It seemed you had found a sweet spot.
The hand that was covering his face had fallen, instead it gripped onto the pillow beside the one he was laying his head on, the other hand that had been resting on your waist was now gripping onto one of the bars that made up the headboard. His face had reddened profusely, telling him apart from a tomato would be difficult, and his eyes were rolling into the back of his head, almost as though he was having an exorcist preformed on him. The spiked bangs that often framed his forehead was now plastered against his skin and he looked like a whore. A whimpering, moaning, babbling whore that was trying his best not to cum too fast so that this wouldn’t end. Not only was this position milking his cock just right it was stretching out his back ‘n hips, and gods these noises he was making were sinful, nothing like he’d ever made.
“Nghh… like that.. like that.. Hah.. f—FUCK!”
Was that really him? He could barely recognize his own voice that had dropped a couple of octaves but was still a striking contrast to the whimpers that continuously escaped his parted lips that were almost as red as his face after he’d bitten them nearly raw. The sight was divine. You had to commit it to memory. Of course, you had to tell him this as well, wanting to see if he could become anymore flustered. “Aha.. ‘suki.. you’re so pretty.~ Who-—who knew you could m-make such pretty… sounds?~”
He would have cursed at you and threw a fit but alas, you were picking up your pace, your sticky cunt dribbling all over his cock and sucking him to near blanks with the use of your velvety walls. “Jus’f’ryou..” He rambled, jumbling his words together into one moaning mutter. “Feels… good, s’good, s’fuckin’ good.” The prohero manages to moan out, nearly bursting at the seams when you reach forward to grab onto his hands and interlock your fingers with his, pressing the back of his hands into the bed in a romantic gesture. As you gazed down on him, you took note of the lovesick expression on his face, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as his cheeks became drenched in drool. Who knew the explosive hero had such a sweet spot?
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hentyehottie · 1 year
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For awhile my favorite pair of sweatpants had a hole in the crotch and after a long day of work I didn’t want to wear underwear and have them chafing my ass so I would just be very careful how I sat and shit but imagine how Katsuki would react if he found out you were walking around with no underwear on in pants that had a hole exposing ur pussy if u moved wrong. (My thighs are so big they mostly hid it lmao) I just imagine him being so mean about it.
Next time say hi 😭 buttt this was a great hc so I turned it into something lol
Pairing: K. Bakugo x Chubby Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ MDNI
fingering, degradation (use of slut, whore, etc), aged up characters, y’all are both adults
🌸Listen, Katsuki would totally be a mean little shit about this. But in his defense, It’s his first time dating a thick bitch so he probably doesn’t even know what chafing is 😭
🌸So of course he thinks you’re being a lil slut— thinks you’re a lazy little whore who probably cut the hole for easier access to play with your pussy.
🌸Or maybe you’re just being a dumb brat, trying to tease and tempt him, being selfish with your pretty pussy like it already doesn’t belong to him.
🌸He didn’t even know why you loved wearing those dumb ass pants anyway. He loved seeing your thick thighs and juicy ass in nothing but those cheeky pink panties with the heart design on the ass.
🌸So when he teleports himself from across the room to sitting beside you, he’s just that damn fast, he’s fucking floored when he catches a glimpse of your bare pussy through that hole.
🌸He looks at you with an unreadable face, but one thing you can tell, he’s fucking annoyed. Most of all he’s fucking offended.
🌸He’s got a face to ride and all this dick for you to sit on, yet you’ve resorted to rubbing your pussy through your pants like a horny loser in college.
🌸Next thing you know he’s slapping your laptop closed and tossing it aside like it’s not a thousand dollar piece of machinery.
🌸Then he’s on you, spreading your thick thighs and tossing your left leg over his shoulder. Your body goes rigid when you feel it—he’s rubbing your clit right through that hole.
🌸He just knows you cut it to fuck with him. But he doesn’t expect you to be as shocked as you are. You’re looking at him with those big dumb eyes and that stupidly cute face, makes him lose his damn mind every time.
🌸“What? This what ya wanted, right?” He’s taunting you heavily and on top of that you lose the feeling of his fingers rubbing those slow circles. Your whimpers of protest are pathetic, trying to be innocent when you’re really just a whore. His whore.
🌸“Wan’ me to stop?” He’s pressing his forehead up against yours, almost like he’s studying you. It’s so intimate but also intimidating, which is why you’re focusing your eyes down and away from his.
🌸“Do you want me to stop, dumbass?” His voice has more bass this time, a little scary but so fucking hot. The shaking of your head has him grinning evilly. “N-no.”
🌸Good cause after a light pinch to your clit, he’s flipping his hand palm up and stuffing two thick fingers into your cunt.
🌸You’re already wet and squelching around his fingers. He’s relentless, squeezing and kneading your thigh like a damn stressball as he fucks those fingers into you so hard and fast.
🌸You’re on the verge of tears with how good his fingers are making you feel. Especially when he begins to curl and flick them up and down, bumping that gummy area at the roof of your cunt and forcing a broken moan of his name for you lips. “Uhhuh, needy bitch.”
🌸He’s staring at your fucked out face, eyes fluttering open every so often, mouth open in a wide ‘o’. “Fuckin’ pathetic. Got a man but ya’ still gotta rub one out huh?”
🌸His taunting fell on deaf ears as he fucked you with his fingers. You’re too fucked out on a cloud of euphoria to even respond anything intelligent.
🌸Your sweaty palm is slipping against the smooth leather of the couch so you dig your nails into his forearms, having no where else to grab. Of course he doesn’t mind, he didn’t fight crime everyday to be afraid of a little scratches.
🌸You’re cooing and keening, several curses of ‘oh fuck’ and ‘right fucking there’ spilling from your lips. “Shut the fuck up, like I don’t know how to work your needy cunt.”
🌸Your eyes widen at his harsh words, cunt clenching simultaneously. “Kats, you’re b-being mean.” He doesn’t say anything, but he presses a kiss to your lips. Quick though, cause he’s still upset in love with you.
🌸As soon as he feels your pussy clenching around his fingers he’s pulling them out. Then he sits up, pulling you down and prying your legs wider, one pressed against your chest and the other strewn over the back of the couch.
🌸You might as well kiss those sweatpants goodbye babes cause as soon as he hooks his fingers inside that hole, the meanest smirk on his face, you hear the dreading sound of fabric ripping.
🌸You’d look down in absolute horror to see a gaping hole right at your crotch and his dick now freed, pushing right up against your sopping cunt.
🌸You saw all 8.5 inches of that slightly curved cock with his pretty pink tip kissing right up against your entrance, teasing with every shallow thrust he gave. “Relax baby, just givin’ you what you wanted..”
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roxy-writes · 1 year
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bakugo x chubby reader headcanons
warnings: down bad bakugo, nsfw, praise kink + strength kink if you squint, mommy kink, also kinda body worship, not proofread
-i think he would love chubby babes because yknow he's a very built guy and he loves the way you're so much softer than him. he loves how your curves feel against his hands and how your soft chest presses against his.
-say he's strong. say he's your strong boy. do it.
-will manhandle you into positions that you didn't even know human beings were capable of doing. loves seeing your ass bounce with every thrust.
-he really likes being super super close to you. he'll pull you to him and lock you in with his arms as he digs his face into your chest. i think he would probably have a mommy kink because his relationship with his own mom isn't really the greatest. when you're bouncing on his cock he might let a little cry of "mommy" out of his mouth.
-can't decide if he's more of an ass, boob, or thigh man. he appreciates every part of your body equally. any stretch marks, cellulite, anything.
-absolutely worships your body. he can't get enough of you. you're always very achy because of him, and most of the time it'll take at least a day until you can walk again after he fucks you.
-loves you no matter how you look. if you're shorter or taller, bigger or smaller, whatever, he loves you for you. personality is always #1 for him, you being super hot is just a total bonus.
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darkmajesty-xo · 1 year
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Bakugo fluff
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prohero dynamight sneering at the piles of clothes littering the normally pristine hardwood floors of his bedroom. he’s changed his outfit at least five times but still couldn’t decide what to wear. to make matters worse, you just called saying you were five minutes away.
he silently cursed himself for agreeing to you picking him up but you insisted since you were the one that “asked him out”. fuck he was nervous and his hands were sweaty, that was never a good combination. he felt pathetic. how could the great explosion murder god dynamight be reduced to a puddle of nerves by some five foot something school teacher ? embarrassing. he was seething. and exciting. and terrified. and slightly aroused.
“fuck— he groaned when the doorbell sounded. it would’ve helped if you’d told him what you planned before hand but your “lips were sealed”. he gave himself a final once over , black t-shirt paired with ripped black jeans, combat boots and an orange flannel shacket. it was simple but authentic.
he took two deep breaths before opening the door and having the wind knocked back out of him. your hair framed your face perfectly with your classic makeup look enhancing your features. your outfit was the kicker. it hugged you so perfectly with all his favorite bits exposed just enough to have his mouth watering all night.
glossy lips curled into coy smile and a wistful twinkle shimmered in your eyes.
“god, you’re pretty”.
now he was even more embarrassed. that was supposed to be his line but all he can do at this moment is stammer objects and cover his face. your light laugh flits through the chilly night warming his belly and reddening his ears.
“m’not pretty. m’handsome” he grumbled finally, surprising you both as he took your hand and pulled you towards your car. you were still laughing and struggling to catch up with his long strides.
“slow down, love. we have all night”.
Pt 4
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plussizeficchick · 11 months
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Hey guys.. so interesting factoid about me; I like to watch wrestling. I mean, tune in every week, watch the PPV’s, buy the merch type of fan.
Soo, let’s talk about Pro Wrestler!Bakugo
At first, he had no interest in it, he wanted a more rugged sport like football, but after his mother saw one too many players get CTE, she immediately pulled him from the sport.
He was angry at first because dammit, he’s not like those other extras on the field! But alas, to save himself an earful, he quit the sport as a two-time Super Bowl champion.
But he needed something else to let his aggression out. Something heavy-hitting.
That’s when he found pro wrestling.
At first, he was shit, he can admit that. He didn’t know how to run the ropes, he wasn’t with the high-flying shit and making people tap out didn’t satisfy his needs. That’s when he found his real fighting style.
Brawler.
He likes to beat people up. He likes pummeling his opponents into bloody heaps until they’re too far gone to even stand. And he especially likes the shiny belt that gets thrown over his shoulder after every title defense.
But nothing, nothing, compares to the cute, chunky commentator that sits at ringside.
He thinks you’re absolutely adorable, the way you try to shit on his matches and promos, and he knows it’s hard! He’s incredibly charismatic and he has the chops to back it up.
He corners you one day before a show, “Hey, Chubs. You got a problem with me or something?” He presses you. You’re a bit caught off guard and he uses that to back you up against a wall. “Cat got your tongue? Funny how you always seem to have something to say out there but when it’s just us…” You cut him off, pressing a firm, manicured finger into his chest. “Listen, asshole. I actually do have a problem with you. I think you’re full of shit. You walk around like you own the place, when the only reason you got your spot in the company is by kissing the boss’s ass. So yeah, I’ve got a fucking problem with you.” You storm off, muttering incoherently under your breath and fuck, Bakugo doesn’t think he’s ever been harder than he was right then.
The following week you’re the one cornering him in the hallway. “What the fuck is this?” You angrily shove the papers in his face. Bakugo smirks at the papers, “I see you got the news.” “No shit I got the news, what the fuck are you trying to do?” You press. Bakugo stands, towering over you. “Easy, Princess. All I told them was that I’d want to work with you more. I didn’t think they’d put us together. But then again, why wouldn’t they want to keep their top guy happy?” He’s smug, the bastard. And you want more than anything to wipe that smirk off his face.
“Fine then.” You grab his hand and lead him to his personal locker room. “If we’re gonna do this, I want it to look real.” The smirk drops from his face as you toss the door open. He follows behind you and locks the door when you instruct him to. Since when did you start telling him what to do?
By the time he turns back around, you’ve already made yourself comfortable on the large sofa. You removed your jeans and panties, tossing the lacy garment his way. “I want you to eat me out, Champ.” Fuck, you’ve got him hooked already.
He makes his way over to you, getting on his knees to breathe in your delicious scent. His mouth is practically watering as he sucks hickies onto your thighs, eager to finally dig in to what he’s been denied so long. You thread your fingers through his ash blonde hair, slightly tugging. “Hurry, ‘Suki.” You whine. He wants to hear you beg more, but he knows he’ll get the opportunity to later on.
He dives right in, lapping up your juices before sucking your clit into his mouth. You gasp at the feeling, bucking your hips up against his face. He’s messy, he spits on your cunt before lapping it right back up along with your juices. “Fuck, ‘Suki. S’good. Please.” You cry out. “Please what, Princess? Gotta tell me what you want.” He mumbles into your cunt. “Fingers. Please. Want your fingers, baby.” As much as he wants to deny, the pet name does something to him, he can’t help but comply.
He coats two fingers in your essence before slowly pressing the middle one inside, curling the finger in search of that special spot. You whine at the feeling, cunt clenching around him. “Gotta open up, baby. Gotta let me stretch you out for my cock.” He coos at you, his voice a striking contrast to how he sounds when he addresses the masses. It’s then that you come to the revelation that he only addresses you like that. He’s never loud, never aggressive when he’s with you. You don’t know why, but it has your cunt dripping that he’s only like that with you.
He slides in another finger, working you closer to your orgasm, and when he finally puts that heavenly mouth back to work, you feel your cunt spasming, core clenching as your orgasm washes over you. He milks it for all your worth and keeps going, and before long you feel another orgasm rush through you, though this one feels more different than the first.
“‘Suki, wait! I’m gonna-” “Cum, cum for me again, baby. Want you to soak my face.” You cry out as you cum for the second time that night, squirting all over Katsuki’s face. You grind your cunt against him, his nose bumping your sensitive nub. He lets you ride it out, before finally pulling away, your juices dripping from his chin. He licks his lips before pressing a fiery kiss to your lips, allowing you to taste yourself.
You hum at the taste, but you’re eager for the real star of the show. You pull at his belt, signaling that you want his clothes off, and who is he to deny you? He takes off his pants, but unlike you, he keeps his shirt on seeing as the show was going to start soon. His cock bobs up against his abdomen and the tip is a pretty shade of pink, with a few veins along the sides. Of course he has a pretty dick.
He runs his cock along your cunt, bumping the tip against your clit a few times before slowly pressing inside. He sets a steady pace, checking to make sure you're okay before increasing his speed. Before long, the room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping, and fuck, you’re a sight. Your face is flushed, with pretty tears streaming down your face, he can’t help but want a taste, tongue licking your tears before pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips, sucking your tongue into his mouth. He’s close, so fucking close, but he needs you to cum for him again.
“Cum f’me, baby. Cum for your champion.” And you do, your cunt clenched around his cock as you cum for a third time. You’re spent, but you want to feel him cum, want to feel him inside you during the show. You squeeze your cunt around him, eager to coax his orgasm from him. “Cum f’me, ‘Suki. Cum f’me, baby.” You know what the name does to him. Something so simple, yet so domestic just gets him ready to spill inside you. And he does, after a few more thrusts he’s cumming, the feeling of his seed filling you feeling so good, so warm.
You both stay connected for a moment, before you start to giggle. Bakugo’s head perks up at that, before joining you with a slight chuckle. “How long do you think before they realize we’ve been dating?” You ask, a dopey smile on your face. Katsuki kisses your cheek before answering, “I’d say a few weeks. You know I can’t keep my hands off you for too long. And now that I get to love on you in front of everybody, fuck yeah I’m gonna rub their noses in it.” You chuckle before pushing him off of you. “Alright, get me a towel. Show’s about to start.” “Yeah, you’ve got like 10 minutes.” “‘Suki!”
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uravitypng · 2 years
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chubby chaser katsuki who can't stop looking at his new receptionist at his agency. bakugou who stares at you when you're not looking, who can't help but watch as you sit down and your soft thighs expand and who loves the days when you choose to wear fitted clothes that show your figure and when your skirts are slightly too short. he especially loves the days when you greet him and talk with him.
he furrows his eyebrows when he overhears you speak lowly of yourself and so desperately wants to comfort you and assure you but has no idea how to start. he can't figure out a way to approach the situation without sounding like a idiot, he's changed over the years but it's still hard articulating how he's feeling. he spends days figuring out how to tell you that you're beautiful, how to tell you that you're brilliant, even kirishima has noticed something has been on his mind.
in the end bakugou decides to just go for it and be himself, he knows you respect him because whenever you speak to each other you're so friendly to him and always compliment him on his recent missions. your words always make his day better and he wants to do the same for you.
"hey, i heard you talking bad about yourself a couple days ago, cut that shit out. you're real fucking pretty ya know. and if ya need more convincing i'm a pro hero so i know what i'm on about when i talk about how fucking great a person is. damn, you're the hottest receptionist i've ever-"
"you think i'm hot... and all of that other stuff?" you murmur, interrupting him lifting your eyes up to meet his gaze.
"i just said that didn't i." he replies, tutting.
"bakugou do you want have lunch with me?"
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trueshellz · 1 year
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A/N: This is based on something I did today, thankfully my mum had my spare keys to the back patio door so I could climb over.
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"Nooooooooooooo."
Leaning your head against the door with a sound of frustration as your front door slammed behind you. The mocking sound of keys jangling inside still in the lock where you left them, somehow you had forgotten that your door can't open without the stupid keys. And now you were stood on your doorstep in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt with your hair in a messy bun.
Another groan of frustration when you tried to stick your hand through the letterbox, if you could just... nope. Your hand did not fit and now you had a ring of red from the action. Stomping your feet you glanced around quickly and smiled awkwardly at a passerby who was walking with her son. She had a look of confusion on her face which quickly turned into shock as she saw your lack of clothing.
Oh great.
Sighing, you pulled your phone out of your bra where you had shoved it earlier and dialled a locksmith... who unhelpfully told you that they would be there in an hour as they were short-staffed. Next was your landlord, who was also unable to come out as he was out the city visiting family. And of course, since lady luck was not shining down on you at all, your mother and sister were both unable to come out for at least 2 hours since they were getting their nails done.
Which left you with one option... something you really didn't want to do, but honestly, sitting outside in your loungewear was really not it. Dialling the number for the police, you quickly explained the situation and apologised for the silly reason for calling.
"We actually have some pro-heroes patrolling the area near you so we'll ask them to stop and help you out. Just sit tight for now."
Murmured thanks as you planted your butt on the ground next to the door, keeping an eye and ear out for the pro-hero in question when suddenly a bunch of cursing and loud words caught your attention.
"-is that? I mean, who manages to lock themselves out nowadays? And why call the police? A locksmith would have been better. Do we look like Inspector Gadget?"
Oh great.
Dynamight.
A thud of boots as he neared you, suddenly you could hear Red Riot reprimanding him and a slap followed by a loud 'ow' from him. And them two pairs of boots in front of you where your chin was rested on your arms over your knees. Looking up, you could see Dynamight's frowning face and Red Riot's friendly smile and wave.
Katsuki was pissed.
Not only had he been called away from patrol to sort out whatever the hell this was, but to make it worse his dick suddenly perked up with interest at the most annoying time. Seeing you say on the floor, the way your shorts rode up your thick thighs, the poor excuse for a shirt stretched across your heavy tits almost made his jaw drop to the floor.
"The hell happened?" Instead came out of his mouth.
Fucking perfect.
"Got locked out."
"No shit?"
"No shit."
Reaching over and trying the door once, he heard your snort before turning around to glare at you but somehow seeing your arms crossed over your chest made him stumble. Closing his mouth quickly, he tried again but this time barged his shoulder into it until it popped open with a loud 'thunk' onto the wall.
Smiling politely, you quickly ran in and pulled in your hoodie, suddenly very aware of the size of the two of them and how very underdressed you were as they stood in your doorway.
"-ID?
"Huh?"
"Have you got ID showing you live here, sweetheart?" Red Riot's face was friendly, Dynamight was outside on his device mumbling to himself.
Nodding quickly you grabbed your drivers license and a bill that had come recently before handing them over to him to check. A look up and down, between you and the papers as he grinned again and handed them back.
"I'm sorry about him. He's been on patrol for almost the whole day and he's a little hangry. Have a good evening
Nodding again, you watched as they both left after handing their business cards to you. Just in case they said, flipping them over in your fingers you frowned when you saw dark writing on the back of Dynamight's, his number and a short message in neat handwriting.
Next time you're stuck, call me.
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sat0sugu-angst · 1 year
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Sooo what do you think of bakugo eating you out but with the panties on???
Maybe y/n is trying on clothes and they have a cute set that bakugo’s never seen before and he tells them he wants a closer look…
If not that’s okay :)
a/n: I LOVE THIS tysm for the ask @dreamland03 !! this sent my brain into overdrive 😍
"I Only Need Ten Minutes"
cw: afab!reader, established relationship, oral (f.receiving), fingering, pet names (babe/y), thicc reader, Katsuki is a king at dirty talk bc I said so, reader is a whore for Katsuki bc so am i
characters aged up 22+
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"Babe! Come help me with this one!" You were jumping up and down trying to reach the zipper on the dress you were wearing, a short and fitted green number that matched the theme of the bachelorette party you were attending tonight (which of course was: to be as slutty as possible).
Katsuki had been in and out of the bedroom to check out your options for the night, but you were a bit annoyed that he seemed more distracted by dinner than he was by you.
He walked in, saying something about the chicken being overcooked, and raised a brow at seeing your not-so-graceful dance as you were still trying to get the zipper up yourself.
"You're never gonna get it. C'mere." He muttered, pulling you closer with a hand to your hip. You were utterly aware of the heat under his fingers as he held you, quickly getting the dress zipped up.
"Don't get food on my dress," you said, checking where he'd touched you for stains.
He grunted. "My hands are perfectly clean. Been having to wash them about five hundred times running back here to help you."
You shot him a sly look. "How else am I supposed to know what to wear if you won't tell me what I look best in?"
He rolled his eyes. "You just want me to compliment you. You know you look gorgeous in all of 'em."
You flashed a coy smile, twisting and twirling for him, showing off your best angles. "Well, what do you think about this one? It's definitely a contender, right?" He nodded, and you narrowed your eyes at him. "So you like this one better than the blue one, right?" Another nod. "Okay, well I have one more to try on. Will you just hang out here for a second? I'll probably need help getting this one zipped, too."
Luckily he didn't wait for you to struggle trying to get the damn zipper down before reaching out in a silent offer, and you quickly shimmied out of the dress before heading to the closet, where a sparkling champagne colored dress that had been a gift from Katsuki’s parents was on a hanger over the door.
You were almost too busy trying to grab the dress to notice the way Katsuki’s eyes hungrily ate you up, and you paused.
You were wearing a new set, a lacy pink bralette and matching panties, but you'd figured he'd seen you in it when you were trying on the last five dresses. Guess not.
You turned to look at him with a raised brow, hand on your hip. "This whole time I'm here prancin' around in these expensive dresses, and you can barely look at me for three seconds together, but this lil thing I got on sale and you're drooling over it."
His gaze snapped up to your face, and he grinned. "Don't know why you're surprised." You rolled your eyes, turning and grabbing the dress, about to shimmy it over your head when you felt his fingers settle on your hips. "What's the rush? S'not like you gotta be there right away."
You tried not to let him see you smirking, feigning annoyance. "I thought you were all concerned with dinner? Wouldn't want you to have to eat dry chicken because I was distracting you."
His breath ghosted over your neck. "Didn't seem to care about distracting me earlier. Everything's pretty much done, anyway." The way his lips whispered over your skin sent a chill up your spine. Even though it was no use, he could always see right through you, you wished your body wasn't so reactive to him. He knew which strings to pull, which buttons to push, to get you to do just as he wants.
He was sucking kisses into your neck, hands snaking around your middle and pulling you even tighter to him. You couldn't help the little groan that tumbled from your lips, leaning into him.
"You're gonna distract me, I gotta get ready." You said, lifting a hand to his cheek. His only response was a light graze of his teeth into your neck. "I'm serious, babe. I gotta be there by 9 to make the party bus."
"Plenty of time." He mumbled against your skin, his fingers dipping below the waistband of your panties.
"Katsuki..." You began, settling your fingers atop his, guiding his hands away so you could pull away and turn to face him. "Much as I'd love to continue, I still have a lot to do to get ready before I leave."
He pursed his lips, obviously disgruntled at being rejected. You couldn't be too surprised, you very rarely told him no. He lifted a hand, reaching up and pulling the hair away from you neck and littering more kisses along your jaw. "I only need ten minutes." His voice was low and gruff, reverberating through your core.
"The goal is to put clothes on, not take them off." You said, though you could feel your resolve dissolving when he pulled you closer with a hand to your hip, and you felt an increasingly growing bulge through his shorts press against you.
Anticipation rushed through to your toes at his low chuckle. "Don't even gotta take anything off. You'll see."
You wondered if he was just going to dry hump you against the door. The prospect excited you, and you couldn't help the soft moan when he started kissing down your neck toward your chest, even if you were trying to feign indifference. His fingertips ghost over the swell of your breasts over the deliciously thin fabric, a chip at your already wavering resolve.
His thumb ran over a nipple, already hard with so little attention, before lightly pinching it. You took your bottom lip in your mouth to stifle the yelp of shock the sensation pulled from you. Watching him as he kissed down your body made a heat pool between your legs.
Even his kisses were possessive, claiming you with nips around your ribs and on your hipbone. He couldn't hide the smirk on his mouth when you jumped with shock when he placed an open mouthed kiss where he knew you were ticklish. "Jerk," the word held zero weight, it was practically a sigh when you felt him trail his finger over your slit, and then you moaned when his thumb rolled over your bundle of nerves.
"Fuck," you leaned your head back against the door. "Fine. Ten minutes."
"Mmhm, s'what I thought." He said, low voice smug as he continued to tease you over your underwear. His other hand dropped from your hip, grabbing you by the knee and hoisting it onto his shoulder.
His thumb moved from your clit, and then he was moving your panties to the side. You looked down.
"Aren't you gonna take them off?" You asked with a quirk of your brow.
He shot you a mean grin. "Nah, told you I wouldn't have to. 'Sides, i wanna see you come with 'em on."
You couldn't help the blush crawling up your face at that, but were spared from a response, because he leaned in, tongue running up your slit and gathering your slick, spreading it around your clit before he sucked it.
As his mouth worked you up, his hands were playing with your hips and thighs, squeezing the flesh there harshly in time with licks that teased your hole.
The coil low in your belly got tighter, but you were craving more of him. "Katsuki," you whined, your hips bucking unexpectedly when his tongue pressed into you. Fuck, at this rate you weren't sure you'd even last ten minutes.
He pulled away, and you let out a noise of complaint at the loss of his mouth. "Yeah, baby?" His voice was sweet, but the gleam in his eye let you know he knew exactly what he was doing to you.
"Want more," You said anyway, pleadingly, canting your hips to coax him back where he'd been.
He smiled wickedly, diving back in, taking your clit back into his mouth. As he sucked, his finger prodded your hole. You clenched in anticipation, and he chuckled against you, the vibration rocking through your whole body.
As his finger slipped inside you, you couldn't help letting out a shaky moan, and your fingers ran through his hair, tugging lightly and prompting a particularly deep thrust of his finger.
"Fuck, Kats--" his name was cut off by your moan at the intrusion of another finger, and you saw his free hand sneak into his shorts, pumping his now fully hard cock. Even with just his fingers, he filled you expertly, twisting and curling to have you clenching your toes.
"Katsuki," you whined. "Fuck, I'm close." You couldn't even bring yourself to tame the way your hips were moving, practically fucking yourself on his tongue and fingers.
His thumb replaced his mouth on your clit as he pulled away to say, "that's it, baby, fucking come for me."
He wanted to go back and suck your clit until you were trembling above him, but when he looked up at you, he knew he wanted to see you fall apart for him. Your cheeks were flushed, mouth open slightly, doing nothing to curb the gasps and sighs tumbling from your mouth freely. Especially the way you were meeting each thrust of his fingers, and finally when your leg began to shake and he saw the orgasm wash over you.
You softly called out his name, crying out repeatedly as the waves of pleasure crashed over you. He continued thrusting his fingers into you, completely addicted to the way you clenched around him, wishing it were his cock you were milking so sweetly.
He slowed to a stop after a while, helping you down from your high. You pushed loose strands of hair from your face, looking down at Katsuki. He pulled his fingers from you, fixing your panties before looking up at you. There was something warm in his expression that made your chest swell, and you desperately wanted to kiss him.
You moved your leg from his shoulder, leaning down to kiss him deeply. His hands settled on your hips, rubbing circles into your skin. He pulled you down until you were straddling his lap, and you ran your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Why're you leaving again?" He joked when you finally pulled away from each other, and you chuckled.
"I'll be back tonight." You said with a smile, even though you were currently trying to convince yourself that you in fact can't ditch your friend's bachelorette party to stay home and fuck your boyfriend. "Don't worry, I'll be all drunk and horny and we can continue where we left off. I'll be sure sure show you just how grateful I am to you." You rolled your hips against his lap.
You quickly checked the clock on your bedside table before looking back at him. "We have time to take care of you before I really gotta start getting ready." You offered, running your fingers down his shirt front and teasing the waistband of his shorts.
He smirked. "Came just seeing you lose your mind on my hand like that. 'And anyway," he began, pinching your hips between his fingers. "I wanna fucking ruin these panties tonight, an' I wanna make sure you can take it."
You bit your lip, a thrill of excitment rushing through you. He always knew just what to say to make you want to hole up in your bedroom and never leave.
"Bet I could last longer than you." You teased, leaning in for a kiss, nibbling on his lip as you pulled away.
He grinned. "You're on."
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bitchywitchyvibes666 · 11 months
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Lord Hades
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A/n: This is a kinda Greek God au, I really love stuff like this a worship Hades myself so I thought it would be fun. Katsuki is implied to be a yandere in his but kinda subtly. 
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Katsuki watched with narrowed crimson eyes as the little moral walked quietly into the temple that contained his alter, his tongue sucked on his front teeth as the sound of her feet hitting the marble floor filled his ears. There was only two reasons people came here, to bargain with the God, plead with their souls for nothing more than temporary pleasure or shout obscenities at the God like he was at fault for the death they themselves caused. 
There was no tears that stained her rounded cheeks, her nose was red but not from rubbing it raw to stop her sniffles. She didn’t appear to be in mourning and she certainly didn’t look like the yelling type so she must be there for a bargain, a sickening gamble that only she would regret. Even Katsuki could admit that it would be a shame for such an innocent soul to end up in his darkened grasp but who was he to judge? He didn’t give a shit who she was, he just knew he’d win any gamble. 
He watched as her white dress flowed around her as she dropped to her knees, nerves showed in her eyes and her small smile as she looked around, delicate hands clasps in front of her pushing her plush breasts up. Katsuki’s eyes fell to them for a moment before a soft, almost angelic voice filled his ears.
“Lord Hades sir. I know what you must be thinking but I promise I did not come bother. I only came to worship.” 
Worship? This fucking tiny thing had come to worship him? Was she fucking thick or some shit? Did she not understand who he was? Katsuki knew of the rumours that the mortals had for him, they didn’t worship him all they did was blame him for their own fucking choices. It was pathetic really, all he did was ask for payment for his help so why was he the villain? He also didn’t care enough to kill any of them, he just took care of their souls...ungrateful bitches. 
He will admit though the site of such a mortal on her knees for him was something he fucking liked. He’d like it better if his cock was shoved down her throat though, he would bet anything that she was untouched...a cute little mortal that he could train. Katsuki shook his head as he looked back at her face, still not fully believing why the little brat was there.
She only paused for a moment, almost like she was giving the God time to collection his thoughts before she spoke again. The words were quiet, almost whispered like a secret that was only meant to be spared between the two of them. 
“I know you probably don’t believe me Lord Hades but I promise I wish not to be a problem for you. I would also like to apologise for the things my village has done to you and your temple. I am so sorry my Lord and I wold like the chance to make it up to you and worship you for the powerful God you are”
Red eyes focused onto her small, slightly chubbier frame, he would of laughed if he didn’t want to give himself away. She was on her fucking knees for him and fucking apologising for other stupid, cowardly mortals. She was really fucking here begging the God of underworld to let her worship him. 
The God leant back against the wall, arms crossed over his muscular chest as he keep his eyes trained on his little human. He watched as she waited with bated breath, breasts gently moving up and down as she breathed. He watched as her eyes travelled around her surrounded before she bowed her head in silent prayer, silky hair covering her face from his view. 
A devilish smirked made its way across his lips as he looked on he could get fucking used to this. It felt like fucking heaven to have an innocent little mortal on her knees for him, worshiping his entire existent. He would allow her to do as she pleased in his temple if it ended with her on her knees for him. 
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Days bleed into weeks and then into months and without fail, every day his little human turned up. She even started bring him baked goods as an offering, sometimes even something spicy after learning his tastes although he’d much rather she gave herself to him. Katsuki will admit over the months he’d grown fond of the mortal, even slightly possessive and protective. 
He whispered things to her sometimes, moved things and even lit some of the candles to let her know he was here. She always smiled and said “Hello my Lord” before moving back to her position before his statute. He liked the care she took of that especially, the way her hands travelled over his face and body as she cleaned it. He saw how gentle she touched it and knew exactly how she’d touch him. 
He watched her move around his temple as she, yet again, cleaned up the mess that the locals had made of his temple. She muttered apologises which he paid no mind to until he saw the tears that brightened her eyes. 
“What’s up with the face” 
He had whispered into the temple wording echoing against marble and stone, one of the few times he’d let himself be known to her. As much as he fucking wanted her and wanted her to know he was here, it was frowned upon by the other Gods as shitty hair liked to remind him. 
“Nothing my Lord, I just hate how they treat you, I wish they could see you the way I do. How powerful and handsome you truly are. That you are far from evil especially compared to some of the village people” 
He watched her clean up problem vases as the blood pumped in his veins, she thought he was handsome? I mean of course she fucking did, just fucking look at him. She be fucking stupid to think anything else but to hear her say it? Fuck this was more than he’d ever wanted.
 He couldn’t stop himself moving forward as she walked to the exist, today was day that she had entered his temple but never left. He had made sure that she left with him, by his side, where she fucking belonged. 
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bakugosbratx · 2 years
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im not too happy with my body right now :((
maybe a bakugou x fem reader with a belly?
Katsuki x Chunky fem! Reader HC’s
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Warning: 18+ Content. Weight, spanking, some sexual activity mentioned, oral (fem receiving), choking mentioned.
A/N: as someone who is plus size, just know that you are beautiful. Your weight doesn’t dictate your beauty. Katsuki loves us for all of our curves. I made this a HC to get more of my point across for the girlies who are not liking themselves right now! I hope this helps, babies 🤍
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Call me bias but Katsuki loves him some plus size women. I mean that, too. Like, we are just his type.
Our plush thighs, our bellies, our arms, everything is perfect to him.
He loves to lay on our bellies as he relaxes after a hard day of hero work. Your thighs are just perfect to keep him feeling safe and warm.
Katsuki is not ashamed to hold our hand out in public.
He also encourages us to wear that bathing suit we swear up and down wouldn’t look good on us because the only opinion that matters is his.
He makes you do daily affirmations until you learn to love yourself.
Katsuki also doesn’t judge what we eat nor makes us workout. Just because he likes to keep his body a certain way, he never puts that onto us.
You want that extra serving of food? You better get you some or else Katsuki will kick your ass for remaining hungry.
If anyone ever judges you or even so gives you a dirty look, he’s killing them.
Don’t ever be ashamed to go shopping in certain plus size stores either! Katsuki came from fashion designer parents. He secretly loves helping you pick out clothes that make you feel good about yourself.
Katsuki is very muscular. So, he loves that he gets to hold us so tightly and closely. Our curves are nothing more than for him to love.
A lot of us chunky girls don’t like to talk about it, but we do be having fat pussies and guess what? Katsuki eats that shit up like it’s his birthday. He loves pleasing us.
Katsuki loves that we have love handles so when he fucks us, he has something else to hold onto other than our neck or wrist.
And don’t get me started when he be hitting it from the back, girlies. Woo! He loves hearing us moan in pleasure and seeing the way our bodies move from him making us feel so good.
When I tell you, sit 👏🏻 on 👏🏻 this 👏🏻 man’s 👏🏻 face 👏🏻 I mean it. He will be pissed if you don’t. “I’m scared you can’t breathe.” He doesn’t care. If you take him out, he would be honored. Sit on his face. Do it.
You think your too heavy to be picked up? Oh, honey. You are terribly mistaken. Katsuki is picking your ass up and fucking you on the nearest surface with no problems at all.
You think you can be a brat to him? You’ll be put over his knee so fast. That ass of yours is fun to mark up. Plus he enjoys seeing the way it jiggles.
Whenever Katsuki degrades us in the bedroom, our weight is never even a thought in his mind. If he even hears you say one bad thing about yourself, he’ll fix that shit right there.
Overall, Katsuki just loves us for who we are. Never be ashamed of your body because Katsuki finds us so beautiful.
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angeliasheart · 1 year
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being academic rivals with bakugo. (kinda suggestive)
all I can imagine is getting into U.A in the third year. No one really knows you, so no opinions yet. That is until you show yourself. High grades and good at everything. Not only that, but being foreign also comes with lots of extras. People nominated you one of the prettiest of your class, you also are so kind and amicable, such an angel, how could anyone hate you?
Katsuki Bakugo, the devil himself, could. You didn't had to try so much, your personality being opposite to his only made you shine more. He couldn't fucking take your annoying sweet voice or the fact that you were always there for anyone, everyone, even himself.
He was a bastard, everyone knew that, you knew that. But you didn't thought he'd say so many mean things to you during the group project you were assigned to do together, and all of it only because you disagreed with him -no one knew, you could be just as stubborn as him. "Why don't you fucking go back to your country? No one actually likes you! They just wanna fuck with ya!"
The thing is: he could scream all he wanted to, you'd keep your sweet voice, even when anger was clear in your eyes. "By they you mean yourself, right?" You meant as a joke, of course, but Bakugo got so angry at it that left your dorm with stomps and a huff. You had to finish the project alone, but still giving credits, cause you're an angel just like that.
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