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uravitypng · 15 days

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pairing: bakusquad x chubby reader (katsuki bakugo + hanta sero + mina ashido + eijiro kirishima + denki kaminari)

word count: 4.4k words

a/n: definitely haven't been working on this for months <33 this turned out more fluffy than intended for a free use fic asdfghj. basically they all need to be dating!!! none of the bakusquad have any contact with each other... yet... idk i might make a part two where they're not just taking turns but all together with the reader

content warnings: free use, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (f!recieving & m!recieving), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, groping, biting, dumbification, slight breeding mention, somno, wlw, spanking, petnames - mdni (like my whole tumblr)

when becoming friends and roommates with the bakusquad you didn't realise what it would exactly entail. becoming friends with five successful pro heroes while you're a civilian is something you would never expect, not in your wildest dreams, so it's not a surprise to you that your feelings for them grew with each day and after a particular turn of events you let them use you however they wanted. if they want to take out their frustrations of a stressful day by roughly fucking you than you're more than willing to oblige to their request or if they want to tenderly make love to you after an emotional and exhausting day you're more than willing to oblige- you're their toy after all.

they'll use you anywhere and anywhen, it doesn't matter if you're in public or if you're sleeping, you've given them your full consent.

the first time it happened was with katsuki. he was angry and annoyed and you didn't know what to do, you've never truly seen him like this before and you haven't been friends with him as long as the others have been friends with him, you didn't want to make it worse. ideally you would ask the others what you should do but they were all busy working.

you later found out a journalist cornered him after a minor rescuing incident and asked him more intrusive questions than normal and that day it got to him more than normal too. for some reason the press always seems to ask him more personal questions than other heroes you know and you can't figure out why but you have a few ideas: to see his reaction, to get more information about his private life from him because he's one of the more secretive heroes, or to see his 'real' personality wondering if everything they see in public is all just an image.

"i'm sorry katsuki. is there anything i can do to make you feel a bit better?" you ask him and in less then ten seconds he's pinned you against the wall and is biting your bottom lip making you moan, giving him the opportunity to move his tongue into your mouth, intertwining your tongues and muffling any surprised noises that threaten to come out of you. you feel his large callus palms run all over your body as he pushes up your shirt and touches every single part of his skin he can get his hands on, leaving bruises and pretty marks to decorate your equally pretty body.

katsuki shoves his hand underneath your underwear, not bothering to take off your clothes and fingers you until you start screaming his name and your vision begins to go blurry.

"holy shit katsuki. feel's so good." he pumps two of his thick fingers inside of you and his ego soars as he not only feels how wet you are but hears it too as your cunt squelches and you clench around his fingers. he smirks as you come undone on his fingers chanting his name over and over again, your fists gripping onto his shirt tightly.

"this'll make me feel better," he grunts and tries to press his body closer to yours than it already was, your tits now completely pressed against him. "god shitty woman how oblivious can ya be? swear you're useless sometimes. a fucking dumbass." if you were someone else you might have taken offence to him calling you shitty woman or useless especially in the position you're currently in but you're use to him calling you names by now knowing he doesn't mean them negatively, if anything they're affectionate, most of the time he'll call people extras and you're glad he doesn't see you as an extra.

"oblivious?"

katsuki grits his teeth, "shut up," he grunts and you feel his hardened cock against your thigh, he slams his lips against yours again and starts kissing you even more furiously, if you didn't know better you'd say passionately but you don't think he'd ever kiss you passionately.

he sees your eyes glazed over with a daze on your face and smirks. his hand goes behind you to cups the curve of your ass then slaps with the sound echoing against the walls, making you whine. you feel the humidity that's resting on his palms and your whole body tingles imaging him using his quirk (controlled) on you.

"no one else has made ya feel this good have they sweetheart?" he asks gruffly already knowing the answer.

"no, no one else 'suki. no one has ever made me ever feel this good!" you reply honestly, tears starting to fill your waterline.

he knows you're being honest and if anything you're being more forgiving of your previous sexual encounters and talking more favourable about your past sexual partners than they deserve. "fuckin' criminal."

after what happened with katsuki you sat down with your friends and told them that you give them your consent to use you whenever. katsuki looked so much calmer after and his body looked more relaxed, less tension. you couldn't help but think that your other friends would be the same.

you were bashful the whole time while speaking, mumbling and looking away, your whole face felt like it were on fire but you were offering to help them all, you knew how stressful their work is and you wanted to help.

you want them, you wouldn't tell them that part though, neither did you ever have to think hard on your proposal.

all of them loved the idea, why wouldn't they? they're madly in love with you. over time all of them fell in love with you but none of them would ever make a move on you not willing to lose or jeopardise the friendship they have with you nor are they willing to make a move while knowing how the others feel about you either. you're sweet, and kind, and beautiful, and brilliant, and a hundred million more things that make you special in their eyes.

none of them thought they would ever get the chance to be with you in any such way, romantic or sexual, and they were more then content with being your friend, strictly platonic, but now they get to be your friend and they get to sleep with you, they're ecstatic.

hanta likes cockwarming with you, every single chance he gets he pulls you onto his lap and onto his cock without warning and puts on a movie to watch as he watches you squirm and try to keep still but it's so hard keeping still when the longest dick you've ever seen is inside of you and you feel it throbbing.

hanta sees you struggling and grins as you shift around and whimper quietly. you're biting your hand to try to keep silent but it's ineffective. "hush princesa, i'm trying to watch the film." he says teasingly, holding onto your plush waist to keep you from moving and lifts up your top, caressing your soft skin making you get goosebumps from the sensation of his cold rings touching you.

occasionally he'll lazily thrust up into you, making you squeak, he'll chuckle at the noises you make and get off on how needy you are for him. "you look so beautiful sitting on my lap mi amor," your heart flutters and your face heats up whenever he calls you affectionate names in his first language and especially when he calls you my love, "but aren't you suppose to be pleasing me? you seem very needy and demanding for someone who has offered their body to me." you shudder as he speaks, still with his hand caressing your body.

you look at him and pout, causing his grin to widen. "not my fault, you feel really good."

hanta's voice drops lower and becomes husky while he leans closer to you, "yeah?"

you nod your head and try to wrap your arms around him, admittedly unsuccessfully from the position you're currently in as you're facing away from him to 'watch' the movie with him, making hanta chuckle. "yeah," you reply.

hanta smirks as he looks down at you over your shoulder and tenderly strokes your arm, "beg me to move." with no hesitation you beg.

with everyone else they'll take what they want from you and get you to come as many times as they want (if they do want you to cum) without you having to beg but hanta is different, he'll make you cry and beg for him. no matter how horny he is he'll wait for you to become putty in his hands as you cry buried in the crook of his neck, trying to grind against him and wetting his shoulder with your tears, pleading for anything he gives you. he loves seeing you cry for him and plead for his cock.

you're always so pliant for him and he likes to make you even more pliant. as your reward for listening to him he grabs your wide hips and starts to move you up and down, harshly, making the ability to breathe leave your body momentarily at the sudden movement all while cooing at you, albeit condescendingly. "awe does that feel good princesa? you finding it hard to take it all?" he grins as you tip your head back and rests it on his shoulder, your moans getting louder, unable to respond and form a coherent sentence.

you feel like you feel him all the way in throat, a completely impossible thought of course but it's hard to think otherwise with each time he slams you back down and your pelvis meets his it's making you lose every braincell you have with how good you feel and how good he fills you up.

"open up," you compliantly open your mouth still in a daze and hanta spits in your mouth, grinning as he watches you swallow it without any prior audible command to do so already knowing from previous liaisons.

his pace changes, every so often becoming quicker with shallow thrusts than back to a regular pace with deeper thrusts just to tease you and make you light headed, not knowing what to expect next. his groans become more audible and he grips onto you tighter, his blunt nails making a crescent imprint on your hips. "s-shit hanta i can't, too much."

"i thought you were my good girl. you were begging for me only awhile ago." he smirks, starting to get close.

"i am! i am your good girl, promise! just 's a lot."

he chuckles at your obedience, you really are his good girl, made for him- and the others.

but he does wonder if you're that obedient with them as you are with him.

he purposefully slows down his pace and wraps one arm around your supple middle keeping you bouncing and tilts your chin up to look at him with his other hand before placing a gentle chaste kiss on your lips.

mina seizes every opportunity to lay lingering wet kisses down your neck all the way to your chest. you get goosebumps as you feel her breath against your skin and feel the sticky lipgloss left over from her lips.

mina never wears lipstick but she's nearly always seen wearing lipgloss and they're always flavoured ones, enjoying the look of how the sticky remnant remains on your skin after being transferred from her lips and how you seemingly unconsciously swipe your tongue out over your own lips afterwards to taste the flavour that remains.

whenever a man comes onto her apparently not understanding the word 'no' she comes straight to you afterwards so she can feel you up and touch your soft body and curves. you're so much better than anyone else and she's so glad that you let her touch you however and whenever she wants.

beforehand when someone was so persisted that it grossed her out she still would come to see you, you were roommates and very close friends after all. mina would complain about them and you would listen and bash them because how dare they keep being so disrespectful, unable to be take a hint or handle rejection.

the entire time when mina used to talk about them she'd think about how soft your lips looked, how good her hand would look wrapped around your throat and how she wants to go down on you so bad that you pull her hair and more importantly squeeze your thighs together in between her head.

"such a sweet little thing for me," she tells you and kisses your ankle. you whimper and she opens up your thighs wider for now, wanting to get a good look at your pretty pussy. mina flicks her tongue up against your pussy lips making a shiver run down your spine before her tongue enters into your soaking hole, moaning at your taste and your aroma, making her dizzy in the process. you can't help but squeal and shudder at the sensation as her eyes gleam with every new noise you make. she removes her tongue from inside of you, the sweet taste still lingering on her tongue. she flicks her tongue up again, curling two fingers back into you and starts sucking on your clit.

the pleasure builds up inside of you with every curl of her fingers, "that's a good girl, come for me," mina mumbles against your clit and you squeeze your thighs with mina's head between them, not being able to stop yourself as you're about to come again for the third time in an hour.

"oh fuck, min-" the last syllable of mina's name is silenced in an inaudible groan as the coil in your stomach snapped and you unravelled where she helped to ride out your orgasm still between your doughy thighs.

now she gets her wish whenever she wants as she's able to look up to see how your voluptuous body shakes. she gets to feel how soft and warm your thick thighs feel wrapped around her head.

as you calm down from another intense orgasm you move to look at mina, "what about you?" hinting that you desperately want to return the favour.

she can see the neediness in your eyes and giggles. "i can't right now sweet pea, i've got to go to work."

"already?"

mina giggles again, "i'll be back soon babes then we can carry on from where we left off, okay?" she smiles brightly and takes her leave feeling equalling as needy as you but who can blame her when she spent the last hour pleasuring you and feeling your plump body underneath hers and getting you see your gorgeous face scrunched up in pleasure. mina doesn't mind the needy feeling though as the look on your face is worth it as she leaves because she knows when she comes back home you'll make her feel just as good as she made you feel.

eijiro works nights a lot of the time which means typically you get woken up by him. this means most nights you sleep with only a nightie on or a baggy pyjama shirt foregoing underwear or pyjama bottoms so eijiro doesn't have to worry about fiddling with any layers and pulling them down. the only exemptions about the clothes are when it's particularly cold that night.

after work he'll want to feel your soft body squish in between his fingers as he presses down on your malleable skin, groping you wherever he can get his hands on and pumping his girthy cock in his other hand a couple times, wanting to be buried in that sweet cunt that he loves so much so it's no surprise to you to be woken up to his grunts and gentle thrusts.

whenever you do wake up he feels guilty. he knows you need, and like your sleep and he never intended to wake you up so he strokes the sides of your body and softly tells you to go back to bed while kissing your temple.

sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, but no matter the outcome of trying to get you to go back to sleep your body always has the same reaction, mewls and moans leaving your body involuntarily and you becoming more and more wet with each thrust that it's dripping down to your thick thighs.

the times when you don't fall back to sleep you don't move much, very much a pillow princess in those moments but that's what eijiro prefers. he likes looking after you and treating you like the princess you are. he enjoys doing all the work so when you do wake up all you can do is rub your eyes sleepily and moan louder while he tries to shush you because no doubt someone has to be up in a few hours for patrol.

"p-please," you whine but you don't know what you're begging for. eijiro knows though as he pushes the remaining inches of his cock inside of you, you both hiss, and he slowly and deeply starts moving in you. you grab hold of his muscular forearms and whine about the pleasurable stretch.

you turn your head to the side so your neck is bare. he knows what you want more than your tired words can mumble out so he turns your neck further to the side than you did to keep you still and bites down, not hard enough to cause serious pain and break your skin but enough to hurt slightly and cause you to gasp, your mind momentarily going blank and your hips to jerk up.

before you started sleeping with eijiro you didn't know you liked the sensation of getting bitten so much until he bit you to keep himself quiet while at a very lively party. normally he wouldn't mind people hearing how good he makes you feel and vise versa but there was a minority of people at that party who were all trying to make a new hero commission and he didn't want to to draw attention to you or him with those people, knowing what the last commission did. even though you are just a civilian he wants to make sure they stay well away from you but still that wasn't enough to drag you into an empty room and fuck you until you couldn't stand after seeing how beautiful you looked that night.

ever since then biting became involved in your sex life. eijiro knew he liked biting people before you, he enjoys the surprised gasps and how bodies move but with you it's completely different, it's on a whole new level with how plump your body is, it's like heaven. no matter where he bites you there's always some part he can sink his teeth into making your body beautifully buck up uncontrollably. the whole experience and sensation making him groan and the noises you always make in bed are like no over- ethereal, just like the rest of you.

when he hears the slapping sound of your two bodies making contact get louder and louder and sees the creamy ring left over from each thrust he has to hold onto you tighter, gripping hold of your love handles, enough to leave bruises, and looking up at the ceiling not wanting to cum yet. he knows as soon as he looks down at your cute face or perfect body he'll immediately orgasm so to try and make himself last longer he'll look up.

that on top of the quicker pace and him touching your clit, just the way you like it, makes you come. you clench around him and moan words incomprehensibly causing him to come too as he feels you get tighter around him.

"gonna clean you up in a second baby just let me stay inside you for awhile." at this point you're both falling asleep, he wraps his muscular arms around you tighter and manhandles your chubby body so you're laying on top of him, your arm on his chest and your face in his neck, the whole time making sure his dick doesn't accidentally slip out of you. even though you're semi conscious you know that you're going to be sleeping like this all night, both of you are too tired to move, with your last moments of consciousness being your slow blinks that you use to gaze up at eijiro admiring how handsome he is, you like when his hair is down after showering because without it being styled to be spiky you can see his roots coming through, red mixing with his natural black, even now when he's half asleep and ready for bed he looks just as handsome as he does at any fancy hero event he attends. "you feel too good to get up and leave and anyway i've got to plug you full, breed you properly to make sure it sticks." he mumbles against your forehead half asleep, drifting off only a minute or so after.

out of everyone denki is the one to touch you the most, if no one else is kissing you he's taking the opportunity to kiss you and hold you all over. he's the most emotional and vulnerable when it comes to sex too. he feels safe around you, to let his carefree persona down and to be sensitive and vulnerable, just staying fully in the moment with you.

the first time you slept together, you kissed his chest all the way to his hips making his hips buck up. he had wanted you so bad for so long and now he finally had you.

originally, you had stroked his cock for the first time and you heard a string of moans and it immediately turned you on more than you already were. as he got closer to his release he said breathy, "please don't stop, this will probably be the only chance i ever get to touch you." it had shocked you not realising that he felt that way but you didn't stop, doing what you were told, and knowing you were going to talk to him after.

not long after, he came and you threw your arms around him, arms wrapped around his neck and clinging onto him. he was still catching his breath, "do you really think this was a one time thing denki? i told you all before that i want to do this." he blushed and squished your cheeks, a habit he had picked up on doing recently at the time, you swat his hands away and giggle, denki smiles.

denki is also the most possessive which surprised you, if you thought anyone would be possessive your guess would be katsuki but it's really denki. he gets jealous when you spend more time with the others than you do with him and will want your attention. it's even more noticeable when it comes to other people who aren't in the bakusquad.

if you ever smile too cheerfully at someone, laugh too loudly at someone's jokes or if someone flirts with you he gets extremely jealous, you never flirt back though, you have everything you need and sometimes you don't even realise they were flirting in the first place.

at times like that denki is the most vulnerable. as soon as you both get home he's kissing you tenderly and holding you like fragile treasured glass in his arms. most of the time he takes you to the bedroom and lays you on the bed but this time he pushes your head down gently and you fall to you knees carefully. "do you need a cushion babe?"

your heart warms at how considerate he is. you look up at him and shake your head, "i'm okay," you smile up at him and you don't miss the way his cheeks are dusted pink. unzipping his jeans and pulling them down, along with his boxers that already are wet with precum leaking from his cock, you kiss his thigh and stare at his .

denki holds onto your head as you part your lips and open your mouth, taking him in your mouth. you hollow your cheeks and grab a hold of his thighs. he keeps his hips still no matter how much he wants to rut inside your wonderful wet and warm mouth. when his hips do occasionally buck it makes you gag before he corrects himself and pushes back against the wall trying to control himself not to pound up into you, he wants you to control the pace. the moans that he makes as you take him further only spur you on as your pace gets quicker and your nose presses against his lean stomach momentarily before having to leave and gasp for air. denki may not be as thick as eijiro or as long as hanta but he's still big, more than people would assume, he's bigger than average (only if slightly.) denki's arm rests of his head while he takes deep breaths.

"fuck babe that was-" you cut him off as you take him in your mouth again and wrap your lips around him and you hollow your cheeks once again. his moans and groans become more frequent and you can tell that he's about to come.

his grip get's tighter while resting on your head and his groans get deeper. "gonna come, you swallow alright babe." you hum in confirmation, "shit, shit, shit," his eyebrows pinch together and his hot cum sprays in ropes at the back of your throat and you mourn not being able to properly fully taste him. denki lifts you up by your elbows and when you come face-to-face you kiss his cheek, he's not satisfied with that though and he passionately makes out with you not caring that he just came in your mouth and is holding onto your plush waist while grinning against your lips. "bedroom." he whispers in your ear making you shudder at the demanding tone he used, not often does he use it but whenever he does... well it makes your whole body tingle.

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bakuslove · 10 months

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OUR LITTLE SECRET

﹒ॱ˖ 🖇️ FEATURING. pro hero!bakugo x f!reader

﹒ॱ˖ ☆ CONTENT. fluff, sfw, established relationship, pro hero!bakugo, fem pronouns are used for reader themes of marriage ahead WC. 1.096

﹒ॱ˖ 💬 SYNOPSIS. privacy's hard to come by nowadays, all thanks to social media. luckily, you and your darling have found a way cheat the system. at least... a little bit.

It’s not easy being the girlfriend of one of the highest ranking pro heroes in the world but you’d gotten used to a majority of the daily inconveniences.

Paparazzi somehow finding you no matter how many layers you wore to cover your face that day, crazy fans who were just a little too friendly following you from a distance as you made your way to and from the supermarket, the constant, and I do mean constant, private message requests and comments and responses on posts from fans and haters alike on every form of social media you own. It was hard to keep track of, to say the least.

Sometimes you’d forgo using your phone entirely just to avoid the snarky comments or prying eyes and questions of loyal fans. And that was just from those who wanted to know about you. Bakugo’s fans were far more insatiable.

However, there were moments you two were able to bask in your solitude together. Peace and quiet filled your dining room and Katsuki stood over the stove, keeping an eye on a frying pan filled with vegetables as he seasoned a bit of pork you laid out earlier for dinner.

You sat by his side as you always did, phone in your hand as you snacked on whatever he handed you in the midst of his cooking. Your phone was buzzing with notifications just as always, but you did your best to ignore them as usual. At least, until a certain headline caught your eye.

You tapped on it, waiting as anticipation caused your knee to bounce. There’s no way they saw it... right?

Your last trip out with Katsuki had been two nights ago when he had planned an extravagant dinner just for the two of you at that new expensive place that opened up just down the street. It was the best night you two had spent together in a very long time, no thanks to his ever-changing, bustling hero schedule.

Your eyes widen as the page finally loads and you zoom in on the little detail everyone seemed to be talking about.

It was blurry to say the least and you had to really be looking for it to make it out, but it definitely difficult to ignore now with the bright red circle photoshopped over your hand.

Fans had noticed the little silver band conveniently placed on the ring finger of your left hand and seem to have been going insane about its implications since the last time you and Katsuki had been out in public. Which you were sure had to be about... three days ago.

A groan leaves your lips as you scroll through the comments of fans and haters alike wondering if you and Katsuki were finally planning on tying the knot or if it was all just a coincidence. Either way, many of the comments further down the line seemed to speculate more, pointing out that your boyfriend hadn’t been seen wearing anything on his hand, and while many pointed out that he probably wouldn’t be so careless with an engagement ring while on the job, various pictures of him in casual dress since then proved that he still wasn’t wearing a ring.

Too bad they didn’t spark conversation about the new black chain he frequently sported around his neck. Katsuki was rather proud of it, seeing as it was the newest addition to his daily wardrobe.

“What’s wrong?” Katsuki calls from the foot of your bed, and you’re blessed with the sight of him fresh from the shower, a fresh towel hanging low on his hips as he drys his hair with a smaller towel that drapes across his broad shoulders.

How was this man, your man, so breathtakingly beautiful.

“Nothing, just... the media,” you huff, opting to let your screen grow dark before placing it on the nightstand to your left.

Bakugo only raises an eyebrow as his eyes trail along your exposed legs, a common indicator you’ve learned to mean he wants you to continue.

“They saw,” you sigh, crossing your arms across your chest as you gauge his reaction. But, instead of him rolling his eyes in annoyance or grumbling about ‘never getting any goddamn privacy these days’, he simply runs the towel over his damp hair one last time before hanging it back onto its rack. As if he’d ever leave even a towel out of place.

“They were gonna find out anyway, not let’s just make sure we don’t give ‘em any more than they need, yeah?”

The bed shifts as he crawls onto the sheets next to you, his large hands finding the soft plush of your thighs as he pulls you against him. You’ll never get over just how perfectly you fit against him. The way his arms could so easily wrap you in his embrace, keeping you safe and warm each and every time.

“Well, at least we don’t have to hide the fact that we’re engaged,” you smile, making a quite note about how all of your fans will probably want to know the details of just how you got engaged.

“That’s why it’s our little secret,” he muses, a smirk morphing onto his soft, pink lips before they meld against your own.

You hum against him as his hands move to rest on your hips, the rough pads of your thumbs sliding along your sides as he effortlessly clears your mind of everything and everyone else in existence. Just as he always does.

“Let ‘em wonder, those nosy ass extras,” he breaths once you pull away, and you hum again in agreement, watching as Bakugo finally slips off his black chain over his head- he only ever took it off while sleeping -and you smile giddily as you spot the wedding ring it sports.

It’s a simple thing, a black band without a lot of shine or sparkle, but it fit him perfectly in your eyes. If there was one thing your fans got right, it's that his ring was a little harder to spot since it usually hid underneath the neck of his t-shirt and hero costume. Bakugo would be damned if he entered the field without your ring somewhere on his body, and with his quirk being so dependent on his hands, it only seemed logical to keep it on a chain around his neck.

“Sweet dreams, Mr. Bakugo,” you smile as he places a kiss to your temple before pressing his body against yours under the sheets.

“G’night, Mrs. Bakugo.”

If only your fans knew...

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loloslaystheday · 3 months

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Friendly Fire

pairing: katsuki bakugou x f!reader

prompt: katsuki is tired when he gets home from work. you allow him to cool down through you.

warnings: spicy content. idc who reads, just be warned.

note: i get bakugou fanfics on tumblr every single day and i just couldn’t help myself. ignore the title…

bakugou sighed. right as he sat down just to take a breath, he got called to the scene of another crime. a robbery at that. why couldn’t the police handle a robbery? that’s what they’re for!

after he spent all day fighting real villains, he had to go to a robbery?

but, he cleared his head of the annoyed and spiteful thoughts and just rolled with it.

when he actually pulled up to the bank, he sort of realized why the police couldn’t handle it.

the villain, seemingly a teenage girl, waved from atop her dazzling blue pillar of water, inside of the pillar was a flow of money to the top. “hi, dynamight!”

he facepalmed so hard, the surrounding police officers thought he’d turn red.

“you can’t handle a teenager?!” he barked at the officers.

“she has a quirk!” one of them managed out, even though she was faced with his fierce scowl.

bakugou inhaled. he looked up at the young woman who was swinging her legs and whistling ladyfingers.

“i got it…” he grumbled.

despite the big game the villain was supposedly talking, it took no longer than 15 minutes for katsuki to wrap up the whole thing.

“you couldn’t take care of a little girl throwing a tantrum?” he’d ask the cops, signature scowl showing just how irritated he was.

he was quick to clock out and damn near speed home. when he finally opened the door, kicked off his shoes and slumped on the couch he was out like a light.

“tsuki?” he groans. you chuckle slightly at his pout and deeply furrowed brows. “sorry. you’re on the couch, baby, come to bed.”

his red eyes crack open slightly to look at you.

maybe he was just hella tired or you looked way too good at the moment to have just woken up, he assumed.

katsuki reached out to grab your other hand and you met him half way. you were about to speak, but cut yourself off with a gasp as he pulled you onto his lap.

“bad day.” he grumbled.

you shifted a bit to get comfy and ended up straddling his hips, eyes locked onto his.

“i’m sorry to hear that, baby.” you threaded your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp and occasionally pulling through knots.

his thumbs circled your hips, squeezing at the soft skin of your thighs and sliding his palms up and down your waist.

he couldn’t help himself but to kiss and suck your chest and neck, pulling you impossibly closer and waking up the more he heard your moans and gasps.

you didn’t mind it after all. he was hard at work all day and who were you to deny what he wanted?

as long as it calmed him down and you’d get a day off of chores tomorrow, you’ll let him do whatever he pleased to you.

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i feel like this is the second shortest fanfic i’ve posted here… ignore how bad i am at limes or lemons or whatever these are called- smut???

well just call it spicy… i’m bad at writing spicy stuff.

anyways-

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 5 months

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Thinking about Kats fucking you off and on all night until the sun comes up just after 7am.

Around 2 am, he rolled over in his sleep and unconsciously (you think) threw his hand over what was supposed to be your waist, but it ended up on your pussy. It was something you were fully aware of and you laid there for a good 30 minutes before you mustered up the audacity to wake him. It was so hard to lie still, though. And you're assuming that if he was aware of where he was resting his hand, he'd have been pressing his cock into your hip. But he was totally still.

You rolled onto your side to face him and you kissed his forehead a couple of times before tangling your arm up under his. "Mmm." You made a little sleepy noise to test the waters on just how asleep he was. It was kind of silly because your eyes were trained on his blank face and it would be apparent that you were awake when he eventually did look at you.

But you had to get his attention.

"Hm? Ehh? Oh, you all right, baby? You have a bad dream?" You shake your head no. Hoping he'd see just how horny you are in the pale light of the moon shining through the sheer curtains. "Well, why'd you wake me uhh ... ohhhh ffff ..." You begin to run your fingertips over the head of his cock.

"Oi! What ... oh god ... damn it, what are you doing, dumbass?" He smiled that crooked, devious smile as he shifts his body closer to yours. Both of you are so warm from being under the covers, right next to each other.

"You wan'ned my cock that bad you had'ta wake me up, huh?"

He rolls onto his back and pulls you on top of his waist. and slips his fingers through your thighs, inching his way to your wet hole. "You're s'wet already. How long you been starin' at me? Take this shit off." He lifts his big t-shirt from your body. "That's more like it. Now," Kats grabs your bare tits and rubs his palms over your nipples. He runs them down your stomach, alternating between there and your curvy waist, letting his hands settle on your thighs, kneading them. "let me make all your dreams come true, puddin'."

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kingdaddydaichi · 2 years

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⇢ title: dangerous

⇢ pairing: k. bakugou x f!reader

⇢ wc: 1k

⇢ warnings/notes: nsfw, mdni, katsuki is aged up 27+

Pro Hero!Katsuki sat on the plush seat across from where you were trying on shoes. You needed a new pair to go with the dress his mom had designed for you for the upcoming charity event you were going to attend together.

He sat forward with his elbows on his knees, arms crossed, waiting as you tried on this pair and that.

“What do you think, Katsu?” you said, looking down at the heels you’d just put on.

Your husband looked at them with deadpan eyes and a pouty frown. He shrugged with a short grunt.

You sighed. “Me either. Next pair, I guess.”

He appreciated that you could decipher the meaning behind his grunts depending on length, volume, and his accompanying facial expression.

“Okay, how about these? I think they’re really cute!” you said, turning on the balls of your feet as you looked in the mirror.

Katsuki looked up from his phone to find your pretty, pedicured toes made even more perfect by the subtle twist of black velvet just above them. The criss-crossing backstrap fastened by a tiny silver buckle three inches above your ankle. He sat up straight, phone forgotten, his chin no longer propped on the palm of his hand.

“Oh, you like them too?” you smiled.

“Hah? I didn’t fuckin’ say that. Take ‘em off and show me the next pair.”

“Oh…okay.” You were a smidge disappointed, but looked down at another pair that you really liked as well. “Let’s see how these look.”

Katsuki’s crimson irises glanced at the box you’d put the black strappy heels in after taking them off.

“How about these, babe?” You strutted up and down the aisle in a pair of black, peep toe Louboutins.

“Ya like ‘em?” he grumbled.

“Sure, yeah! Can’t go wrong with classic and sleek.”

He stood up and stretched, his pants perched on the muscles of his hips as his shirt rode up to momentarily expose his veiny v-trail. “‘Bout damn time. Let’s get the fuck outta here.”

You put the Louboutins back in their box before sliding your more worn and comfortable flats back on.

“Go ahead back to the car. I’ll take care of this and meet ya there,” he said calmly before pecking you on the forehead.

You stood on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek, handing him the shoes. “Thank you, babe. I’ll see you in the car then.”

He grunted and gave your butt a gentle smack as you walked away, smirking when you turned back to playfully chastise him.

A few minutes later, the back door of the sedan opened and Katsuki slid inside empty-handed.

“Baby, where are the shoes?”

“Fuckin’ relax, firecracker. They’re in the damn trunk.”

Traffic was horrid, setting you back nearly half an hour from getting home. Katsuki had the bags brought into the foyer as you went straight to the bathroom, going on about ‘the fucking traffic’ and how your ‘back teeth were floating’. That’s my girl, he thought, smiling to himself as a low chuckle rumbled in his chest.

He wasn’t far behind you, carrying the shopping bags to your bedroom. He reached into one and took out one of the shoeboxes before setting the bag aside.

You opened the narrow French doors that led from the bathroom to find your husband standing next to the bed dangling the black strappy shoes from his thick, calloused fingers.

Your eyes lit up. “Katsuki! You bought them for me!” you beamed. You reached for them but he pulled them away, shaking his head.

“No, babygirl. I bought ‘em for me,” he smirked. “Put ‘em on.”

“But Katsu, you know we don’t walk around wearing shoes in the house.”

He leaned down and dragged his lips across yours, whispering, “Who said you’re gonna be walkin’?”

You bit your lip and crossed your wrists behind his neck, pressing yourself against his hard body. “Katsuki,” you whispered, “you make me feel incredibly sexy.”

He clicked his tongue. “Nah babe, you are incredibly sexy. I’m just enjoyin’ the view.” He kissed you, deep and slow, circling his hot tongue around yours. You moaned in his mouth when he took two handfuls of your butt and squeezed, pressing his growing erection against your hip.

“Hang on, baby,” you said, breaking the kiss. “I’ll be right back.”

You scampered off into the bathroom again, Katsuki biting his lip at the jiggle in your butt as he sat down on the bed.

About a minute later, the doors opened just enough for one naked leg to peek outside. Your husband, who had been leaning back on his elbows, sat up in anticipation.

You let the doors open slowly to reveal yourself standing there in nothing but those sexy, strappy heels. Katsuki’s Adam’s apple dipped; his deep crimson pools consumed you with every slow, seductive stride you took towards him.

“Goddamn, baby,” he croaked, licking his dry lips. He sat riveted and rapt by your naked form; not a single movement you made went unnoticed by him. With your legs more shapely and your ass stacked in those dangerous shoes, Katsuki’s amber orbs were set ablaze, hungry and eager to conquer and devour you.

You looked down to see his full, hardened shape straining against his pants as if begging for your touch. You leaned down and squeezed the head of his chubby dick, making his sticky pre leak out onto his thigh.

Katsuki growled and in a breath you found yourself on your back with your horny husband pushing your thighs open with his knee.

You rubbed the soft skin of your legs against the rough material of his ripped jeans, your swollen folds already shimmering with your slick. You watched with need as he unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants and boxers down around his strong thighs, his meaty cock slapping hard against his lower abdomen.

“Fuck, baby.” He looked down at you with wicked, lustful eyes and groaned, “I wanna feel those fuckin’ straps diggin’ into my shoulders while I wreck that little pussy of yours.”

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sugolara · 7 months

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𝐋𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬

Feat. yandere! Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

A series

cw: yandere themes, violence, suicidal thoughts, blood, gore, manipulation, stalking, kidnapping, quirkless! au, weapons, murder, angst, mental health, slow updates

˗ˏˋ+ ´ˎ˗ “All I‘ve ever asked was to have your heart, but you refused to even let me in. I destroyed myself, I let you destroy me for you. I was there when you had no one else, I took care of you, did everything for you, ruined my life for you. So the least you can do is let me have my way with you. I’ll jump through loops and loops to just be with you, so please, please let me have your heart.

I love you.

I love you, [̴̵̸̶̶̴̸̸̶̸̶̷̵̴̷̵̸̷̵̵̴̧̧̡̡̧̨̧̡̧̨̨̛̛̛̛͓̣̦͓͓͖̝͔̥͍̭͙̤͇̰̦͖̞̩̩̲̟̞̯͍͍̝̩̭̹̦̳̼̩͕̦̱̪̺̼͓̣̻͕̜̲̬̺̯͇̟̪̟͕͎̦͈̭̪̝̩͈̯̭̱̳̤̫̰͍̝̫͇̠̯̜̞͖̫̿̅̔̏͋̎͂̍̓̏͂̔̀̇͛̂̐̏́̔̀̈́͂̒̿̍̃̀͆͋͗̿̐͛́͊̂̂̈́͛̌͊̂̓̈́̀̓̈́͌͌͂̓́̃̎͐̌̃̄͒̽̎̿͗̄̃͊͑̍͗͛͌̒̆̓͂̅͋̂͛͗̔̌̊̈́̀̓̒̎̽͆̏̂̀̉̆͊̀̈́͘̚̚͘͘̕̕̕͘̕͘͜͜͜͜͝͝͝ͅp̸̵̵̸̸̷̷̸̷̵̵̴̴̵̴̴̷̸̢̧̡̧̧̧̛̛̛̦̣̞͈̥̭͎̣͍̟͓͚̲̝̙̪̹͎̳̬̺̟̹̹̥̦͍̬̙͙̩̰͖̙̫̫͔̦̭̩͉͓͎͍̣͓̦̬̞͕̻̺̩̲̭̣̪̘̬͍̹̣͇̬̹̩̩̙͉̪͕̯͔͔͈̙͔̺̑͋̋̌̎͛̓͌̔̋̑͗͂̈́̽̋̊̅͌͑̂̀͗̈́̌͆͒̇̑̽͒̏́́̒̒̽̋̋̌̏͌̈́͗̀͑̂͐̈́͐̂̓̒̿̃̋̇̊͗̈́̎͋͐̎̾̓͗̐̀̒̆̀͋͒̀͆͐̾́͛͆͗́́̿́̓̆́̎̑̽̊̿̀̽̊͊̚̚̚̚̚͘̚͜͝͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͝͝͝ͅǝ̴̶̵̶̶̶̶̷̶̵̷̵̷̵̴̨̨̢̧̨̰̜̱̫̞̟̘̣̙̲̞̞̬͙̲̱͓̘̺̬̦̭̘̠͖͕̣̱̠͇̩̭͇̥̤̬̜͕͖̰̜͉̺̠͕̟̳̭̹̯̣̭͈̯̫͚͙̦͇͂̋̄͒́̒́̐̀͐̀̂͒̂̾̂͌̀͛̂͌̒̎͒̏̏͂̉̈́̿̌̏̋̐̅̍̿̄̋̓͒̄̈́́̌̀͒̅̓̅̈́͋̏͂̈́̿̅͌̓̅̑̔̌͐́̀́̐͒̃͑̆͋̔̂̆̕͘̚͜͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅͅʇ̴̷̴̸̷̦̟͙͙̤̤̬̠̻̹̫̹̳̥͈̫̾͐̿̇̄̈́͋̆̑͌̐̚͘͘̚͜ɔ̴̶̴̸̵̵̴̶̴̵̵̸̷̶̢̨̢̢̙̱̬̘̫̣̺͙̰̙͍̻̞̫͈͓̱̺̺̜̫̭̬̜̣̭̦͕̝͔͉̠̳̣̳̠̤̤̜͕̬̱͍͖̻̘̭̯̭̺̪̰̝͖͇̹̺̦͕̦͖̳̘͕̘͓̻̱̃̎̄͒͆̑̋͆͑͆͂̅̄͒͋̓̀̏̊̀̇́̀̾̿̄̂͒̍̌́͊̈́̑̍̂̏̂̽̊͊̾͒̀̅͆̈́͋͆͛̏̑̒̾̌́̿̀́̈́̍̍̏͆̊̈́͋̀̽̂̏́͆̽̀̏̉͋͘͘̕̚͘̚͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅɐ̸̷̷̵̶̸̷̸̶̶̴̶̸̨̢̡̢̧̛̛̻̹̥̠̠̦̝̰͔̘̬̳̥̞̥̼̜̥̭̺̦̻̱̹̙̤̟̰͉͙̹͕̯͖̫̈́̎̌͒́̈́́̏̀̒̇͊̇̓͗̆̇̋̊̈́́͋͊̌͋̓̾̃͑̐̿̒͆͋̾͆̍͋̊̒̈́͌̓͆̔̎́͂́̂̑̈́̓͆̀͑̇̚͘͘̚̕͜͜͜͝͝͠͠͝p̴̷̶̷̴̷̶̢̢̧̢̢̡̧̛̛͈̼̪̜̰̥̦͇̤̘͍͕̟̻̥̤̭̥͍̝͖̪̪̠͕̞̼͈͗̀̓̓̐̃́͊̌̔̅͊͛̂̍͋̓̀̃̃̀͛̓̓͊̍̄͛̑̉̓̚͘͜͜͝ͅͅͅǝ̵̷̷̴̴̶̷̶̷̢̺̪͈̥̯̥̘̣͈̘̳̼͉̭̻̜͍̤͚̺̳̯̻̫̺̜̱̥͇̎̑̿͗̽͂̆̆̈́̋͋́͋͑͛͋̌͋̾́̓͌̆̐̾͂̂̊̏̽̕̕̚̚̕͜͝͝͝ɹ̴̵̴̵̸̵̷̶̸̴̷̶̶̷̵̷̷̴̵̧̡̨̧̢̧̛̛̛͕̱͍̣͕̦̻̼̯̹͍̙̥̜̰̱̜͚̺̲͚͖̞̜̲̱̪͖͓̯̳͕̪̹͖̩͔͍̹̙͍̭͉͍̙̭̦̭̼̟͎̬̠̫̣͙̜̥̘̣͖͙̱̦̩͎̟̫̦͕̟̞̼͚̝̰̟̥͎̣̼͈͕̦̠͎̲̫̙̍̓̊̈́̐̃̇̀́̅̉̇̿̄͗͊̈́̎̄̅̿́̆̅͂̊̑͐̎̽̉̒̅͆̇͑̒̍̆̐͆͒̍͌̇̌̒̄͛̇͌̀́̆̊̈́͂̀̏̾͋̈́̀̉̍̌̾̊̈́̌͊͌̀̌̆̇̃̃͐͑̃̆͐͆͊̽̎̅͐̾̎͐̐͂͌̆̂̅͗̆͘̚̕͘̚͜͜͜͠͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅ. ”

D̴̦̟͙̹͈̲̻̆̈́̄̏̆͘ͅȍ̴͇̐͂͘͝ ̸͖͕͖̙̻̗͇́̆̓͊̊̀͝n̷̞̼̪̈́ó̴͙͎̼͓͖̘̦̠̱̿͗̐̌͑͠ͅt̵̜͈̰̝̰̳͓̝̗̋̃̉̏̀͒͘̕ ̵̫̻̦̑̋f̵̻̳̼̽͗̀̓̋̀̏̔͠o̷͔̼͠r̴̬̙͙̖͈̖̼͐͘͜͝ğ̵̩͈͔̉̋̆̂͌́͋͠ȩ̷̯̼̗͈͔͓͌̅̿t̷̻͕̭͖̤̫̑̈́̑̅͌̆́ ̷̡̧̣̮͈̋͒͐́̄͊̕̕ḿ̴̡͔̳͈͙̞̈́͂̿̊͜͝e̵͍̬̥͕̻̼͎̊͆̔.̶͖̗̼̬͖̼̼̞͖́̉̃͋̀̽

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playlist!

✿ Flesh and Bone - Brendan Benson ✿ Treehouse - Alex G ✿ Special Death - Mirah ✿ Empty Words - Bowery Electric ✿ Your face - Wisp ✿ 4:00 A.M - Taeko Onuki ✿ Me and the Devil - Soap&Skin ✿ You're Gonna Miss Me - Connie Francis ✿ Let Go - Ark Patrol ✿ (You Don’t Know) How Glad I Am - Nancy Wilson ✿ The Devil Within - Digital Daggers ✿ (I Don’t Think We Should) Take It Slow - LSD and the Search for God ✿ Beach Walk - Whitewoods ✿ Never Land [A Fragment] - The Sisters Of Mercy ✿ The Killing Moon - Echo And The Bunnymen ✿ Soulvaki Space Station - Slowdive ✿ Sing - Slowdive ✿ Miranda - Slowdive ✿ Melon Yellow - Slowdive ✿ Nausea - Craft Spells ✿ Various Types of Ads - Rory in early 20s ✿ Here She Comes - Slowdive ✿ Crazy For You - Slowdive ✿ A Quick One Before the Eternal Worm Devours Connecticut - Have A Nice Life ✿ Soundtrack for Your Backseat - sundiver ca ✿ Marigold - Nirvana ✿ Beat - Bowery Electric ✿ Salad Days - Mac DeMarco ✿ Sony - VHS ✿ Full Moon - The Black Ghosts ✿ Floating World - Bowery Electric ✿ Anemone - The Brian Jonestown Massacre ✿ "annihilate the sparrow, that stealer of speed, and our harvest will abound; we will watch our wealth flood in." - Red Sparowes ✿ There Are Some Remedies Worse Than Disease - This Will Destroy You ✿ You Are Here with Me (In This Sequence of Dreams) - Woods of Ypres ✿ A message of avarice rained down and carried us away into false dreams of endless riches. - Red Sparowes ✿ Maniac - John Maus ✿ oh my god - teen suicide ✿ everything is fine - teen suicide ✿ The Equalizer - Clinic ✿ Metal Heart - Cat Power ✿ millions starved and we became skinnier, while our leaders became fatter and fatter. - Red Sparowes ✿ Exquisite Tension - You'll Never Get To Heaven ✿ Audio 002 - Next To Blue ✿ as the light fades - a vow ✿ Tonight You Belong To Me - Patience & Prudence ✿ December Nostalgic - Rasmus H Thomsen ✿ Black Light - Bowery Electric ✿ Alice - Cocteau Twins ✿ Two of Hearts - Stacey Q

table of contents:

Lotus Flower

Yellow Tulip

Belladonna

Single Dahlia

Bells-of-Ireland

A Halloween Special

Begonia

Geranium

Clematis

Hibiscus

A Christmas Special

Holly

Grass

Coriander

Monkshood

A Valentine Special

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emmyrosee · 1 year

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He was bored.

No, more than that. He was lonely.

Bakugo knew what he was getting into the minute he decided to sever what little bit of rope you’d tried to keep weaved between you both, but in his mind, it was unavoidable. You were a hazard to a man and his job, all he’d worked for and all he’d succeeded to get to where he was.

But god damn, you were so hard to shake.

You’d found him broken, and you took the time to mend him back together, giving him all the love and patience you could give him, all the care and attention, when he couldn’t give two shits about giving you the same kind of love.

What Katsuki didnt take into count was how baron his house looked without your shitty little plants. How big it looks without your shoes scattered around. How cold his floor was without your clothes draped over the hardwood.

He didn’t take into account how boring the fan was to stare at.

How quiet it was with just the tv on.

It’s too fucking quiet in this goddamned apartment.

He knows it’s selfish to want you to come to him, he knows damn well he should be on his knees, begging for you to cave for him, but his ego would never let that happen.

Not when he could have you search him out on yours.

Calloused hands paw at the side table for his phone, the sudden brightness of his lock screen blinding him for a second. What used to be a picture of you is now one of some generic ocean scene- prior to that, and after you were changed, it was him, Kaminari and Deku, but rumor was Kaminari was making you happier than Katsuki ever could, and the last thing he’s in the fucking mood for is to see the blonde bimbo trying to build you back up after he tore you down so roughly.

No need for extra reminders.

He has your number still, which he sometimes regrets. It’s tantalizing for his thumb to hover over your icon on a good day, let alone tonight when he’s about to ruin your life all over again.

The angel on his shoulder begs him, pleads him to reconsider and leave you alone, while the devil reminds him that if he’s gotta suffer, he’s gonna take you with him. The angel screams to let you heal, let your heart mend, while the devil prevails and his thumb hits the call button.

It rings once. Then twice. Then a third, and he’s hating the way his second thoughts echo in his head. But he knows if he’s going to destroy your heart all over again, he’s gotta hold true- not bail out and leaving you with the wonder of why he called you at one a.m..

“Katsuki?”

He sinks his teeth into the bottom of his lip as your voice quivers over the other side of the phone, partially in sleepiness and partially in distress he assumes. He hums in acknowledgment, “hey babydoll.”

Your breath catches in your throat, “what do you want?”

You’re cute, trying to be stern. He sees right through you, he always has.

“Can’t I call to make sure you’re okay?”

“Not at fucking two in the morning,” you snap. “I’m not in the fucking mood for this.”

“You wound me, momma.”

“Stop,” You snarl. He smirks, but he does metaphorically step back from the line. “What do you want.”

“I want help changing my oil,” he says flatly. You don’t laugh, though he’s not surprised. “I want you, baby. Thought that was obvious.”

“You had six months to want me,” you say, and he hears your grit. “Six. Months. You don’t get to booty call me at one in the morning and say you just ‘want me.’ You’re full of it.”

He sighs, “this isn’t a booty call. Can’t I just miss you?”

“No.” He almost flinches from how angry you growl. But that angry facade doesn’t last- he hears a sob catch in your voice when you try to speak. “No,” you choke, and he fists his hands so hard they ache, always trying to calm himself from your defiance. “No. You told me we weren’t going to do this. I told you we were done with this.”

“Yeah?” He husks. “Since when do you ever listen to what I say? Looks like we’ve both got listening problems.”

“I’m hanging up-“

“Come on, baby,” he says, a rasp his throat. “Just… just tonight. Please.” He hates how weak he sounds, he knows he’s pathetic to manipulate you to come back to him after all he’s put you through. “I hate… this. It’s too cold, and I know your ass can’t sleep either.”

You’re silent on your end, and he’s almost ready to give up, but you croak when he finally moves the phone away from him. He brings the receiver back to his ear, “what was that?”

“I don’t want to miss you anymore.”

His heart sinks to his chest once he hears your watery, unsteady voice. He can practically see you, bringing your hoodie-clad hand up to cover your mouth to muffle your sobs. He hates this, hates himself for doing this to you, he’s such a fucking asshole.

Fuck, he needs you in his bed.

He needs to caress and love and hold you like the fucking creep he is, dangle the littlest fish in front of you before yanking it away to leave you broken.

“You don’t have to miss me anymore.” he sighs. “Come over.”

He knows manipulating you back into his arms is the most cruel thing he’s ever done, but it’s what he needs. You are.

“Katsuki, please stop-“

“I can come get you, too.”

“We’re bad for each other-“

“We’re not good for anyone else, either.”

You go silent again. Even on the other side of the phone, he knows your wall is crumbling, the wall you’d spent weeks building to protect your heart from him again, and he smirks. You never really were able to say no to him.

“I’m not… I don’t think it’s a good idea, Katsuki…”

“We don’t have to think it’s good,” he scoffs. When you say nothing, he licks his lips, “do you want me, too?”

“That’s not fair and you know it.”

He chuckles in spite of himself, “have I ever played fair?”

Okay. That one hurt- he’ll be the first to say that one felt dirty. He hears the slight shift in your throat, the way your noises catch, and the angel on his shoulder is about to apologize for ever bothering you when you finally pipe up.

He’s always known that if he lets his harsh, albeit true, words hang in the silence a beat longer than any non-manipulative person should, you’d always answer back.

This, apparently, has not faltered since he broke your heart.

“I’m driving,” you sniffle. “I have a meeting at 8 tomorrow. I need to be able to go to work first thing in the morning.”

He pokes his tongue in the corner of his cheek to keep the sound of his excitement from bubbling over, “see you soon, babydoll.”

The phone clicks off while he sighs happily, and he brings a massive paw up to his hair to card it back.

He’s an asshole. He’s the scum of the earth, he’s the worst man to scrape the face of the earth for all he’s put you through. But you’re his addiction, and the only dealer he can rely on, and he’ll be damned to let you go over one heartbreak he caused.

And he’ll drag you to hell just for one taste of heaven.

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kaidabakugou · 2 years

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DAY 9: ANGRY SEX FT. KATSUKI BAKUGOU

WORD COUNT: 975

WARNINGS: SHOWER SEX / CNC / CUNNILINGUS / SPANKING / SPIT / ROUGH SEX / CHOKING / DEGRADATION

katsuki was having a hectic week, work has been awful, paparazzi and his PR team have been up his ass on everything lately and it didn’t help that he hadn’t been able to talk to you all day after the argument you two had this morning. slamming the door behind him, he wanted nothing more than to just breathe in your scent, get lost in you and forget about everything else. heavy footsteps making their way towards the bathroom where he could hear the water running and the music from the speaker playing.

too caught up in your own world to notice the door opening and katsuki stripping his hero suit to join you in the shower. rinsing the conditioner out of your hair, you didn’t hear the glass door of the shower slide open or the bulking blonde towering behind you. hands snaking around your hips as he pulls your back flush against his chest, making you yelp not expecting him to be home already. glaring back at him over your shoulder as you pry his hands off of you and go back to rinsing your hair.

“still mad at me huh”, not paying mind to his comment you continued what you were doing. but katsuki wasn't having any of it, his week had been tiring enough to have to deal with your bratty self too. although he can’t deny the twitch of his cock when you glared at him. wanting nothing more than to fuck the anger out of you and put the argument behind.

grabbing your hips, this time a little more demanding than the last, pushing you against the glass, ignoring your hands gripping his, trying to push them off you. your tits squished against the glass door as he kneels down behind you, ignoring your complaints while he parts your legs open. hands kneading and pulling on your rear as he licks a quick stripe from your clit all the way up to your puckered hole. spitting a thick glob of saliva on your rim as he watches it slide slowly down your folds before lapping it back up, dropping a hard slap against your skin as he repeats it against the other cheek.

licking and sucking on your cunt eagerly while grunting into you as he continues gripping your rear. holding in your moans as best as you could, not wanting to give in to him that easily. feeling your orgasm nearing as you push back into him. feeling your cunt throb on his tongue, he leans back not letting you cum just yet. the action causing you to groan in frustration. “not letting you cum until you let me hear those pretty moans''.

flipping you over, you open your mouth to cuss at him, but he grips the back of your neck and quickly pulls you in for a kiss before you can say anything. kissing you with hunger like he’s been craving this all day. not giving you a moment to breath as he deepens the kiss, his tongue tasting every part of your mouth as he overpowers you. allowing yourself to melt into him when he leans his forehead against yours, letting you breathe while the stream of water runs down your skin.

still glaring at him while he smirks down at you, leaning down to scoop you up, hands nested on your ass cheeks as he presses your back against the glass. spitting on your clit as he uses the tip of his cock to drag it down and align himself with you. burying himself deep inside you in one swift motion. your entire body shivering from the brutal action as you bite down hard on your lip to prevent the moans building in your throat from escaping. thrusting in and out at a violent pace as you dig your nails into his forearms for stability.

gritting your teeth and refusing to give him the satisfaction, katsuki’s hand abruptly grips around your neck, forcing you to look at him as he sees your face contouring in pleasure, struggling to maintain your composure while he pummels into you with force.

“moan for me”, he demands as your eyes flutter open to glare at him as he gives you a defiant look back pulling almost all the way out, just the tip inside before roughly pounding his hips forward.

“i said…”, pulling out again repeating the action, the loud sound of wet skin smacking against each other with bruising strength, the snaps bouncing against the walls as you feel your resolve crumbling.

“moan.” snap “for.” snap “me.” your voice breaking with every strike of his hips, each thrust smashing against your cervix.

settling on a quick brutal pace now that he has you moaning for him, “that’s it… let me hear you princess… scream like the filthy slut you are''. your orgasm ripped from you as you squirt all over his cock. your release coating his already damped skin as he continues his assault, chasing his own orgasm. cock twitching as he coats your insides with hot, creamy cum as a wanton moan leaves his throat with how tight your pussy is milking him.

slowing his pace while he leans forward, releasing his hand from your neck as he rests his head in the crook of it. breathing in the smell of your conditioner as he lays kisses on the side of your throat, whispering a soft apology against your skin. your hands snaking up his neck as you cling to him. returning the apology, with a soft whisper against his ear. leaning back to stare at you as he pulls you in for a kiss, his lips feel soft and tender against yours in contrast to their previous abrasiveness. enjoying the feel of one another a while longer while the steam from the shower engulfs you.

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zanarkandskylines · 3 months

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HOLLOW HEART

Pro-Hero Bakugo x f!reader

The dynamic duo of Dynamight and Deku are unstoppable, climbing the hero charts like they always dreamed of as kids. Their journeys were tough, but offered them the world - fame, fortune, protection of their family and friends, a comfortable hero life. The recent increase in crime around Tokyo kept their entire sector busy, sending heroes out non-stop, desperate to keep the statistics as low as possible to maintain a clean reputation. When a nearby sector is requesting assistance, the boys are tasked with a mission to inspect a villain's lair in a deserted area outside of the city. Reports have noted people going missing, specifically with rare quirks. With plenty of other heroes being unavailable, you're chosen to tag along with the duo for the night operation. Everything is going according to plan until the villain lands a surprise attack, resulting in the your kidnapping and whisking you away through a mysterious portal. It's been a month since your disappearance with no help of the hero agency. Bakugo and Midoriya take it into their own hands and are determined to get you back - no matter how long or what it takes.

Prepare for the heartbreaking journey of Bakugo battling with his feelings when it's too late...or is it? :)

- All Class 1A characters are 22/23 years old and pro heroes - Dynamight is 4th, Deku is 5th and Reader is 37th - Reader is female with she/her pronouns - Reader has an energy manipulation quirk - Reader's hero type is "The Kinetic Hero" (i.e. - "Explosion Hero," "Gravity Hero," etc.) - Bakugo's "nickname" for reader is Lite-Brite (a pun on her quirk)

Inspired by the song "Dreamstate" by Dayseeker! Always told me to keep you close, the feeling's fading when you're a ghost I dream of colors that light your face but real life showed me it takes away 'Cause every time I wake up I'm waiting for a miracle And maybe when the night comes, I'll find you in another world So how do I live in a dreamstate? When nothing is real when I'm awake The sun rises but I know I'm afraid I'm living in a dreamstate

Read chapter one on AO3 or FF.N.

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bakubunny · 5 months

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f!reader | thinkin abt prone bone with katsuki. he’ll put his full weight on you bc he doesn’t give a single fuck if it’s too much, he wants it. his fat cock slams into you, heavy balls clapping against your clit almost too hard, but you can’t stop him, so does that even matter? your legs are almost spread too wide as he cages you in, but he’ll pull them back open if you try to close them because he wants to fuck you so deep he’s in your guts. maybe his hands are under your chest so he can grope your tits, twist and pull your nipples as much as he wants. he’ll pull your head back hard by the hair to get better access to your neck, keep you from muffling the moans he’s ripping out of your body. he’ll finger your mouth like that just to see you drool, feel your cunt clench and flutter from the humiliation of it. he’ll suck and bite hard marks into your skin along your neck and shoulder, kiss the tender spots that he’s created. maybe he’ll do all of those things while you’re laying with your back against his chest so he is hands have more purchase over your body as he thrusts up into you. but what runs through your head the most when you’re alone is the way he speaks to you. his voice, much like his groans are low and rough, but still soft enough that it gives you chills.

“tch. listen t’you, so fuckin needy…. such a good girl, lettin’ me fuck you like this. takin’ me so well…. you deserve it, princess. deserve t’be fucked like you belong t’me…. who owns you, huh?…. ‘s right, i do…. so fuckin’ perfect f’me…. fuck, that’s it, pretty girl. lemme have it. make a mess on my cock…. that’s my girl, don’t stop cumming. i need it, don’t fuckin’ stop, baby….”

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whoreish-behaviour · 1 year

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If your asks are still open, could you please do a Bakugou that came tired from work, but his darling wife/hubby got a bath and a whole meal ready for him and then maybe a little soft smutty?

Thank you~~

Tysm for your ask >:3

And I'm sorry - this came out wayyy longer than it was suppose to lmao

Warnings >~< = Soft!smut, F!Reader, use of 'good girl'.

Not proof read - ignore any typepo's

He had been tense recently. You could sense his overwhelming anxiety building up.

Ever since you had met Katsuki Bakugo you knew he was filled to the brim with pure raging emotions. He was just one of many who didn't know how or where to channel them.

However, that was what you signed up to deal with - at the ripe age of 12 when his former venomous words shifted to less harsh ones of encouragement and disguised care.

'Just don't get yourself killed I don't wanna hav' to carry ya to the damn hospital wing'

'You okay?! You hurt?!'

'Dumbass, your doing it wrong. Watch me'

Even back then you knew he cared. Something in your heart just told you that this ball of anger and pride cared about you.

You were the one to confess first on his 19th birthday. Everyone knew about the both of you, all except for him of course.

All it took was Izuku pulling you in the back garden and attempting to kiss you, all while Bakugo watched from his balcony.

Never before had he felt anger quite like that. Pure rage laced with fear that you didn't like him. He had been trying to find ways to tell you but always came short.

He was stomping down the stairs in no time, eyes set on the back door so much that he had missed how Izuku was already back in the living room - cheeks pink with embarrassment.

He practically barged his way through doors until his eyes landed on you, alone, sitting by the pool. You were tracing the waves with your finger tips, eyes set on the clear water.

He crossed the path and stood next to your sat body. However, you jerked back when his voice broke the silence.

'So, where'd little Deku disappear off to?'

You instantly turned to look up at him, his red ones already boring into yours. You swallowed your nervousness that always seemed to appear when he was in your presence.

'Oh, er, I'm not too sure-'

'Who would've thought that you liked him huh?' His words held a bite to them and you tilted you heard in confusion.

'What..?'

You stood up beside him, wondering if he was just pulling one of his many stupid jokes on you.

'And who said that you two of you were allowed back here?' He was growing more and more frustrated, arms now crossed over his chest as he stepped closer.

'Bakugo, I'm sorry but I swear-' You tried again but he cut you off.

'If you wanted to just be alone with Deku- then you shouldn't have come.' He looked away as the sentence left his scowling lips.

And that was when you realised why he was so fired up.

He was jealous.

And you couldn't help your smile as you eyed the angry look on his face - offended that you dare give Izuku a speck of your attention.

Your smile however set him off even more as he spat more words about how you should just run back to Deku.

Tired of his meaningless rant, you rudely cut off as your used all your strength to push him straight into the water below.

You couldn't stop your laughs as you heard the splash of water, his body completely submerged. You then once again took your place beside the pool, this time dipping your toes in.

You waited patiently, grinning ear to ear as your saw his head resurface.

And boy - if looks could kill.

'Im sorry suki, I thought you could use a cool down.' He seemed to be in shock from your actions, your audacity leaving him stunned.

Confidence high, you gripped the front of his shirt and gently pulled him towards you. You leaned down closer, both your heart and his beating wildly.

'And I like you too dumbass.' You repeated his nickname for you back at him and he almost laughed at your copy cat behaviour.

'Come here.' You didn't have a choice as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you towards his chest - bodies shivering from the cold of the water.

His lips immediately enveloped yours as you both smiled into your first of many kisses.

Finally, you were his and he was yours.

The memory played on repeat as you bent over the tub, warm water racing through your fingertips. Your cheeks were tinted, remembering how you felt in that moment.

Deeming the water hot enough, you leaned over and turned the tap off. The bathroom was dark, the candles littered on every shelf casting a warm glow.

You knew both you and Katsuki needed this.

You needed to be together, life and work had used everything in its power to hinter you seeing each other and you were tired. Today would be different no matter what.

Exiting the bathroom, you checked your phone. Katsuki had sent no messages but you knew he would be home soon.

It was 12pm at night- you knew Katsuki expected you to be asleep but like you said, not tonight.

The sound of the lock being turned alerted you and you moved quickly to the door - ready to greet your tired husband.

He never failed to make you nervous. Your heart jumped as he came into view, his eyes cast down at the wood floor.

After years of training, your husband had filled out his role at Number 2 hero, his shoulders wide and chest packed with muscle. Only one word could described your husband and it was big.

He only noticed you when he fully in the apartment, door closed and relocked.

Katsuki felt himself physically melt as he took you in. You were stood about a metre away, too far, with your arms clasped in front of you - eyes full of love ready to reel him in.

He was on you in a second, arms around your figure and nose shoved deep into your neck. You always smelled like lavender, the calm he needed.

You also wrapped him in your arms, breathing him in like oxygen. You felt so happy you could cry, tears welling up in your eyes as you finally felt wholly safe again.

You felt his hand gasp your jaw, angling your face so he could smash his lips to your - something he felt like he hadn't done in a lifetime.

You kissed back, fingers lacing into his hair and tugging his impossibly closer.

Pulling back, he pressed his forehead to yours, finally opening his eyes to stare into yours.

'Why you crying baby?' His heart sunk, both hands now cradling your head, thumbs swiping under your eyes.

'I just missed you.' You sniffed, hands moving to hold his wrists.

Guilt ate at him as he pressed his forehead back to you, wishing he could take the loneness from you.

He knew exactly how you felt, he hated only coming back to your sleeping figure - little hands gripping his pillow to your chest. Without you there, he felt empty as he saved life after life.

He was determined to change something, there was no way he could leave you to be so upset again.

'Im sorry my love, I'm so sorry.'

Neither of you knew how long you stood there, caressing and kissing - basking in each others love.

It was you that pulled away first, hands coming up to remove his hero costume. He watched as you did, eyes tracing over your face, already missing your lips.

Once he was only in his boxer, your gently took his hand and lead him into the bathroom, the whole room warm from the heat of the candles.

You turned to Katsuki, undoing your sheer robe as he watched silently, eyes bouncing as more and more of your skin was revealed.

Katsuki's mouth watered as your bare breast were revealed to him, nipples hard and standing at attention.

You looked away, kicked the robe away and climbing into the tub.

When you both had bought this house, you had made sure the tub was massive. It was big enough to fit 4 people at least and you loved that it gave more than enough room for you both.

The water came up to just above your breasts as you motioned for Katsuki to follow.

He instantly pulled down his underwear and climbed in behind you, shifting until his legs were around yours and his chest was to your back.

You felt him rest his head against your shoulder, chin tucked in close and he basked in your scent and love.

You lift your hand as placed it on his head, nails began to gently scratch at his scalp and he hummed in appreciation.

Not wanting the water to turn cold before you properly washed up, you turned in his embrace - now facing him, nose to nose and chest to chest.

You looked deep into his eyes as he did yours, a smirk tugging at his lips.

'Your so beautiful.'

You blushed and looked away, still no being able to take his compliments upfront even though you had been married for almost 3 years.

'Thank you.' Needing a distraction, you reached over his shoulder and grabbed the lo-fi and body wash. Pouring a decent amount onto the sponge, you began to run it over his neck and shoulders.

He instantly seemed to deflate, back pressed full against the tub and eyes closed.

You looked over his features, his perfect nose, mouth and eyes - stilling lathering his body in soap.

After he was completely covered, you headed lower - focusing on his abs. You frowned at the various bruises but it was nothing new.

The soap began to float to the surface of the water, hindering your view slightly as you continued to scrub.

You eventually landed on his toned thighs and only then did you look up.

Katsuki was already staring at you, eyes half lidded.

fuck..

You swallowed, nervous from his stare and continued.

Once the soap had left the sponge, bubbles building up around the edge of the tub, your disregarded it - choosing to instead run your hands along his skin.

You yet again looked up, fluttering your lashes at your husband.

You saw him purse his lips and sit up, body sloshing the water around yours. Once you were nose to nose again, he ran his hands down from your waist to your thighs, gripping the skin and pinching as he went.

You whined, thighs shaking as he grasped them, yanking you forwards and directly on top of him.

'Whining already? I've barley touched you.' He smirked at you, dimple evident as you looked away.

He was, of course, right. This was nothing in comparison to the pleasure he's grazed upon your body before but nevertheless, it had your pussy clenching around nothing.

'Please..?' You nosed your face under his, kissing his neck gently. You could feel his pulse and you smiled at the fact it matched yours.

You continued to kiss around, sucking on the skin until light bruises formed. There was always such a massive difference about the marks you left on him and the ones he left on you.

You could feel his hands on you again, moving up from your thighs to your ass - gripping the flesh and squeezing.

You instantly rocked your hips against his hands and subconsciously against his cock.

You both shuddered as your loins grazed. It had been too long..

'You're so needy. Missed me that much?' he groaned as he pinched your ass, using that as leverage to rock your hips again and again against his own.

'Course, suki' You whined.

'Come on then, grind against me. Gotta get that pussy wet for me.' You moaned at his words, moving faster on top of him, feeling his thick girth slide between your fold and up against your clit.

Katsuki moved his right hand from your ass to the front of your body, left still rocking you against him, and pinched your nipple.

He rolled the it between his thumb and forefinger, the rest cupping your underboob.

'So fucking sensitive hah?' He panted in you neck and you whined in response.

'Please let me cum suki, it's been so long' You begged, breaths coming out laboured.

'Rub your clit for me baby, go on.' He encouraged, groping your breast more roughly and moving your hips quicker.

You instantly did as you were told, running your ring finger in tight, fast circles.

Your hips jolted as you hit your high, slowing down as you threw your head back, Bakugo taking the opportunity to suck his own hickeys into your neck.

Overwhelmed, you moaned out loud, desparate cries while it all went straight to Katsuki cock - that throbbed and twitched painfully against his stomach.

'You ready for me baby?' He asked after you had calmed down. You immediately nodded against him and he chuckled in response.

'Of course you fuckin' are. Lift your hips up.' He kissed your check as you elevated your hips, chest pressed flat to his and face in his neck.

He moved his hand from your ass to your tailbone and used the other aline his cock to your entrance. You cried out as you felt him push inside, stretching you to fit his size.

He whispered encouragement in your ear as he told you to lower your hips when you were ready to.

He'd gladly wait here all way for you and you knew that.

Not wanting to wait, you slowly but surely lowered until your hips were flush to his, cock buried to the hilt inside you.

You moaned as you allowed your pussy to get use to him again.

You pulled back slightly and looked down. The sight made you clench and Katsuki groaned as he felt it, walls warm and sung to him.

'You feel so fucking good.' He pulled you back to him, sitting up with you. You both moaned as he slid even deeper, tip pushed up and against your G spot.

You both moved at the same time, rocking with the water and he slid in and out of your hole. Your slick made it easier each time as your both groaned and whined into the quiet room.

You could hear the water escaping over the edge of the tub, slashing down onto the ground.

Neither of you cared as you both worked together, hips grinding.

You felt his hands grip your ass, spreading it from the force he was using to move you against him.

You loved it, moaning and telling how amazing he felt inside you. But he knew already, just from the way you were continuously clenching around his length.

'Keep clenching around me , fuck thats it - goood girl' You whined as you witness him go pussy drunk.

'I’m gonna come Katsuki'

His hands moved again, crawling around your waist and straight against your clit. It was sore and sensitive as he ran circles around it.

'So sensitive baby.' You felt his smirk against your neck as you moved faster.

You high hit you like a slap and your clenching finally pushed Katsuki to exactly where he needed to be.

After a few more thrusts, you felt him twitch and release inside you, it was hot and your squirmed at the sensation. He rocked your body against his still, both of you riding your highs together.

'You did such a good job baby.' He slid his arms around your waist and hugged you close.

'Deep breaths,' You did as he said and you were both soon cuddling in the tub, the water lukewarm but neither of you dare budged.

You did eventually lift your head to connect eyes with the love of your eyes,

And he was staring right back at you.

And just like that, you were back in that pool in his back garden, not even a centimetre between you as you bother utter the words,

I Love You.

Again, did not mean for this to be so long :p

Please do not steal, copy or translate my work

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bakuslove · 10 months

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IT’S IN THE LITTLE THINGS

﹒ॱ˖ 🖇️ FEATURING. pro hero!bakugo x feminine!reader

﹒ॱ˖ ☆ CONTENT. fluff, sfw, established relationship, pro hero!bakugo, no pronouns are used for the reader but they’re written to be feminine WC. 825

﹒ॱ˖ 💬 SYNOPSIS. Katsuki never needed words to tell you how much you mean to him.

Katsuki doesn’t say ‘I love you’ often.

In fact, those three little words never leave his mouth during the first few months, almost a year actually, that you’re together. No matter how much he wants to say them, he finds it impossible for them to slip off the tip of his tongue.

He gets red in the face at the mere thought of how difficult it is to tell you the very thing you’ve said to him to months now and he’s convinced there’s something wrong with him.

He’s been a pro hero for years now, facing some of the world’s most terrifying villains on the daily, but you... you still make his hands sweat like he’s some sort of stupid middle schooler too afraid to confess to his crush. Except now you’re his girlfriend. Of nearly a year. The hard part should be over now. Yet he’s stuck trying to say the words he wishes he could say from day one.

But his inability to speak his mind around you doesn’t seem to bother you nearly as much, and that’s because you were able to witness the things he did for you and only you.

Katsuki never needed to say ‘I love you’. Even if the moment called for it, even if the words scrapped against the inside of his ribs and clawed up his throat, even if they danced on the tip of his tongue when you looked at him like that, Katsuki never needed words to tell you how much you mean to him.

Every word he ever needed to tell you was in the little things. The little things he did for you without you needing to raise a finger or bat an eye or part your pretty lips to ask.

From the very start, he found ways to work you into his schedule. From waking up just five minutes earlier than you so he could make your coffee just the way you like it to sorting your laundry by colors, whites, and delicates just like he does with his own. From making you an extra portion at dinner even if he wasn’t sure you were coming over to buying you your favorite fruits to keep as a snack at his place when you started visiting more often.

It may have taken Katsuki almost a year of having you in his life for him to say those three little words, but you knew he loved you before they were spoken. You knew from the way his hand would find the small of your back in crowded spaces and from how he’d always make sure to pick up when you call no matter what he was in the middle of doing.

Katsuki’s love for you was nestled in the corners and crooks of the littlest things he did for you.

“Did you buy these?” you ask over your shoulder just loud enough to trump the sound of running water.

“Why the hell else would I have strawberry scented shit in my shower?” Katsuki mumbles, arms crossing over his chest as he leans against the doorway, watching as you undress for your shower.

“Aw, don’t tell me you like me or something~” you tease, flashing him a smile before disappearing behind the shower curtain.

But it still isn't even the bottles of body wash or separate bar of soap -that you’re certain he bought for you but seems to be getting enough milage for you to suspect that he must be using it too- that proves his affection for you.

It happens after your shower when you’re getting ready for bed, applying that lotion that makes him crazy all while wearing that Dynamight t-shirt he gifted you for when you spend your nights with him. It happens when you let you a gentle sigh, leaning your head on his chest as his hands grip your thighs and pull them over his lap. His course palms are rough against the silky smooth plush of your thighs and your hair smells so, so heavenly, the words just slip from his mouth.

“I love you,” he breaths, eyes glued to where his other hand now caresses your own, the scarred pad of his thumb ghosting over your knuckles.

But you don’t squeal, you don’t laugh, you don’t cry, you don’t even get angry at him for taking so long. You don’t react in any of the ways he imagined you’d react in the hundreds of times he played out this scenario in his head before. Instead, you smile at him, soft and sweet like you always do, your pretty eyes shining in the dim lighting of his bedroom, and you press a lingering kiss to the stubble on his cheek

“I love you too, Katsuki.”

Even after he finally let himself say the words he’s been meaning to say for so long, he never stopped telling you just how much he loved you. Not only with words, but in all the little things he does for you each and every day.

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You meet Katsuki for the first time down a back alley in the early hours of the morning. Of course he had just been the number five ranked hero Dynamite back then, all snarling fury and confidence as he dealt out justice. You really should have suspected trouble, a young woman such as yourself walking alone at night, taking shortcuts and back roads to get home as quickly as possible. You were lucky Dynamite had been there, following his patrol route back to his agency when he spotted the dark and hulking shape following behind you.

You didn’t want to think about what would have happened if he hadn’t been there, if he had been slower or just not cared enough to look into the suspicious behaviour further. He had been there though, dropping down from the roof with a thud and spark of his quirk that had scared you half to death and screaming at the hero's sudden appearance. He had dealt with the man quickly, getting him on his knees and in cuffs within a minute or two. It had been impressive, watching the explosive hero work and if it wasn’t for the fact that he had saved you from a very terrible situation you probably would have been gushing over him like the fangirl you were. Not that he would have given you a chance to.

He yells at you, of course he does, calling you reckless and stupid which was fair enough. It had been stupid of you to walk home by yourself instead of getting a taxi or just crashing at your friends house and it had been especially idiotic of you to take the back roads and alleyways when really you had known better. So you let him yell at you, his voice carrying through the silence of the otherwise quiet night and probably able to be heard all the way over at the port despite how far away it was. When he had finally stopped you had taken the opportunity to apologise, citing lack of sleep and half a bottle of wine as the reason for your poor decision making though really there was no excuse for your poor judgement.

He had continued to glare and huff about you being an idiot whilst he logged the incident with the police, barely even sparing you a glance as he did so. You had thought that would be it, job done and the explosive hero would be off again, a brief yet memorable meeting, well for you at least. So you had once again thanked him for saving you and said your goodbyes, turning to continue on your way home and hopefully put the whole incident behind you. So imagine how surprised you had been when not even two steps later a large hand was curling around your bicep and yanking you to a stop.

You can admit that you had been a little bit scared, turning back to face the scowling hero with wide eyes and trying to remember if all your insurances were up to date, just in case. He demands to know where you're going, yelling at you once more when you give him the simple answer of home. You're confused, a little on edge as you watch him stomping around the alleyway, dragging your would-be attacker behind him until he finds a suitable drainpipe to tie the man to. He’s not gentle as he shoves you forward, demanding you get moving because he hasn’t got all night. You're in such a state of confused disbelief that you wordlessly comply, heading towards your apartment with the hulking figure of Dynamite stomping away next to you like his boots were filled with lead.

It's awkward. Neither of you say anything for the almost twenty minute long walk, the silence only broken up by his heavy footfalls and the occasional far off sound of a car going by. You can’t help but keep stealing glances at him, trying to covertly pinch yourself to make sure you hadn’t actually passed out on your friend's couch and this was some sort of weird wine-fuelled dream. Considering how badly your arm was stinging you could safely say that this was really happening, that pro hero Dynamite was walking you home.

That was weird, right? Dynamite wasn’t known for being friendly with the public or all that caring about the people he saved and yet here he was, walking you home like a true gentleman. Granted, he was clearly annoyed about the whole thing, his jaw clenched and red eyes dark with irritation but still, a gentlemanly act all the same. Maybe he had hit his head in the brief tussle with your assailant? It hadn’t last that long and you had been watching the whole time but there was always the possibility that you had simply missed something.

You continued to steal glances at him as you walked, looking for any sign that he needed you to take him to a hospital. All you see though is his clenched jaw tightening and his eye twitching slightly. He seems fine, apart from the obvious weirdness of his kindness so you continue to keep your mouth shut, wondering how you were even going to explain this come the morning. If anyone believed you that is.

When you finally came to a stop outside your apartment building you hadn’t really known what to say to him, the two of you awkwardly looking at the other like you were expecting them to say something. In the end you had been the one to break the tense silence, once again thanking the hero and awkwardly joking that he was your favourite for a reason. As soon as the words had left your lips you had clamped your mouth shut, face going red with embarrassment. You couldn’t understand why you had said that regardless of how true it was. He didn’t need to know how much of a fan girl you were and probably didn’t even care anyway, used to idiots like you getting all flustered and embarrassed over him. Not that you were flustered because of him, you were just, you know, a little weirded out because of his out of character behaviour. Not because he was hot or anything.

He just stared at you, brows furrowed and looking far too attractive considering there was the possibility he was going to start yelling at you again. You stood there, nervously fidgeting with your fingers and wondering if you could die from embarrassment. Finally he looked away, rolling his eyes and scoffing at you like the idiot you are. He tells you just as much, yelling at you over his shoulder as he heads back the way you came and threatening to kill you if he ever catches you running around so late at night on your own again before disappearing into the dark and leaving you in a confused daze, struggling to believe any of that had just happened and half convinced you had imagined it all.

You're still struggling to process it the next morning, hidden away in your usual booth at your local coffee shop as you recounted the events of the previous night to your friend, whispering and looking around like you were expecting him to just show and start yelling again. It sounds even more unlikely as you talk about it, the explosive blonde not the kind of hero who would walk civilians home in the dead of night, not like Deku or Red Riot would have. You spend a lot of time talking in circles, going back and forth between it did happen and it didn’t happen until finally you had to stop to get some much needed air. It’s then that your friend speaks up, barely even looking at you as they remind you that the hero rankings were due soon and he was probably just being nice to you to boost his score and get closer to the number one spot.

The realisation is like a bucket of cold water had been chucked over you.

It should have been obvious really. You were even set to cover the event for work so how you had managed to forget about the damned thing was beyond you. But it had been late and he had just been so…him. Dynamite had appeared out of nowhere, all confidence and rudeness that had left you completely blind to everything but him. Of course he was only being nice because of the rankings. He was a great hero, one of the best actually and he would probably be ranked a lot higher then he actually was if it wasn’t for his foul attitude and brashness so it made sense that he was trying to soften his spiky edges before the rankings ceremony. He was right, you really are an idiot. After all, that was the only explanation as to why a hero like him would bother with a civilian like you.

Nodding and mumbling your agreement you lean back into your seat and silently sip at your drink, embarrassed that you had gotten so carried away. The conversation changes, your friend launching into a story about some celebrity couple whose relationship had very publicly fallen apart. You hum and nod in the right places but you're not listening, not really, your mind still stuck on last night and the angry blonde hero who had saved you before you had even known you needed saving.

The more you thought about it the more foolish you felt, the embarrassment from last night doubling as you remembered how awkward and cringy you had been with the number five hero. You had probably made an ass of yourself, had probably given him a good laugh for a few minutes but by now you would most likely be forgotten, just another nameless face in the sea of people he had saved over the years. So why were you so fixated on it? Sure he had saved you from harm but who hadn’t been saved by a hero in this city? You weren’t anything special, it didn’t mean anything, the hero just doing his job. A job he was paid to do. It hadn’t been out of kindness, hadn’t been anything to do with you really and it was idiotic of you to think it had.

Determined to get on with your day you forcefully shove any thought of Dynamite out of your head, easily falling into conversation about an upcoming article your friend was working on. It’s easy enough and as the weeks pass and you fall into your hectic and fast paced work schedule you forget about it all together. It becomes a distant memory, a thing that happened once that was kind of weird at the time but inconsequential in the end. You were saved once, by pro hero Dynamite, now ranked third in the hero billboard charts.

Weren’t you the lucky one.

Now with a part two!

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