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yanderenightmare · 6 months

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Bakugou Katsuki

TW: NSFW, yandere

gn reader

You’re attracted to Bakugou for many reasons – he’s tall and ripped and handsome and a bit of an asshole – but really, what you like about him most is that he doesn't seem like he’d be too much trouble. And you mean that in many ways.

You’ve been in relationships before, and none of them have ended on good terms – always leading to deep upsets and disappointments. You’d come to the realization that boys, on any level that wasn’t purely sexual, were something you didn’t really need or want at the moment – which is why Bakugou, in all his disinterested glory, was just perfect for you.

He’d fold you in half in filthy places like the locker room or bathroom or in his smoke-steeped car – making your heart beat from the thrill without that nagging feeling of being underappreciated because, well, you didn’t really care. He wasn’t your boyfriend and you weren’t committed to each other in any serious way, so there really weren’t any grounds for standards or expectations – it was just sex – carnal ball-clapping sweaty sex – pure and simple and just what you needed. No more, no less.

You didn’t go on dates or meet each other's parents or give each other chocolate on Valentine's Day or any other presents on any other holiday – you didn’t even hang out aside from seeing each other at parties and sometimes in the school hallways. He’d cock his head with a grin, and you’d smile coyly up through your lashes, and you’d meet in the handicapped bathrooms between classes to get drilled over the sink with your face smudged against the cool mirror.

It's only when he starts knowing things about you that you grow a little stiff with your arrangement - things he couldn’t possibly know from you as you’d never cared to speak about your private life. And sure, some of those things he could have easily found out through your social media standing – which already makes you feel a little iffy – but there are other things he’ll slip out, specifics about your interests and classes and whereabouts and the stuff you do with your friends – stuff you’re positive you’ve not posted anywhere.

When you asked him about it, halfway jokingly with a somewhat nervous laugh, he’d only quirked a brow and brushed it off, insisting you’d been the one that told him. And you, despite being sure he’s lying, decide to believe it anyway. Because what the two of you have right now is still good – much better than any other fuck-friend you’d had before. Katsuki makes you so wet, and he's always so able to just pound your orgasm right out of you.

If payment is small talk, you can humor him.

But then the sex becomes a little dull. Instead of his fist wrapping tight around your throat, he’s now sucking gentle love bites into the skin. And he no longer has his hand in your hair, forcing your face down against a cold surface with nails digging into your scalp to keep you still while fucking you fast and selfishly from behind.

Both his hands are instead holding you around the waist, keeping your body skin-to-skin against his chest as he gently lolls you on his lap – so slow you can’t even feel your heart – so slow you’re still breathing through your nose. He hasn’t slapped your ass once, and it’s beginning to get a little sad.

You want to tell him that you want him to fuck you like he’s a dirty cop and you’re a criminal resisting arrest – and not this old married couple shit. But you also don’t want to be rude.

However, after all the one-sided heart-to-hearts he’d sat you through lately – spending more time chatting than making you cum – you were left feeling a little awkward, honestly. And between that and how he’d started texting you goodnights at eight-thirty – you were afraid he’d lost his original raw sex appeal.

He’s become so pedestrian in your eyes he might as well have been wearing glasses and a sweater vest.

You let him finish without saying anything – but you can't deny you’re happy when you feel him finally blow his load.

Dismounting him, you jump to your seat in the car and pull your underwear back up without a word.

It’s silent while he lights a smoke and rolls down his window – his hand coming to rest on your thigh after.

You look out your own window, your face in your palm while you think. And then talk. “I think… we need to stop.”

He's a little busy with his cigarette, but still, he answers, casually. “Stop what?” Smoke goes out his mouth and up his nostrils, then out again.

“This.” You answer. “Fucking.”

The hand on your thigh stirs and you catch him shifting his head to look at you, but you don’t return the gesture – keeping your eyes fixed on the puddle peppering with raindrops out on the empty parking lot the two of you’ve often spent time burning rubber drifting donuts before making the windows steamy.

“Why?” He eventually says. Flicking the spent filter out onto the wet pavement. Rolling the window back up and leaving the both of you in a way too tense silence of muted rain.

You sigh, leaning back against the headrest. “We’re not strangers anymore... It’s just getting a little boring.”

He taps another cigarette up from his box but doesn’t light it – just rolls it around in his fingers with his head bowed. “Boring, huh?” He repeats. And then there’s a pause.

A hefty pause. A silent one that lasts a little too long and makes you forget the subject in favor of thinking about other things – like, had your roommate done the dishes this time, or were they still on the counter?

“What if I lock the car and drive us off a cliff?” He breaks through your thoughts, and this time, it’s you who turns your head. Looking at him while he still fingers the same slim roll in his hands – mumbling to it, it would seem. “I’ll laugh, you’ll scream… and maybe I’ll light this cig’ while we’re in the air…”

He sighs – as though what he’d just said was not what he’d said – then copies your action, letting his head fall back to rest against the leather – his face blank and his breath steady.

“If you fuck someone else, I’ll break their face.”

This time you blink when staring at him – face riddled, doubting what you were hearing come out of his mouth. “You what?”

“If- you fuck- someone else…” He repeats slowly. “I- will break- their face.” He says it so calmly you’re still unsure whether you heard him right. “Understand?” He asks – chin cocked up while glancing at you from the corner of his red eyes. “I won't stop punching until their teeth are on the ground and their eyes are so bloated and bloody they can no longer see who it is that’s throwing the hits.”

You blink a few more times. Stunned into a stupor, picturing it with parted lips without any words escaping them.

He rolls down the window again and puts the smoke between his lips.

And while he lights it and blows the roof full of grey, you’re still hung up on the image…

Maybe Bakugou wasn’t as boring as you thought.

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tootiecakes234 · 2 months

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can i request a scenario of bakugou with a chubby!s/o who's confident in her body type?

@burgvndy this is for you. Thank you so much for the inspo💕

You’d always been a plus sized girl and you loved everything about your body. The only person who loved your body more than you was the man you were in love with!

Katsuki was not the biggest fan of PDA this is true, which is probably why all the hero blogs and Stan pages thought he was so uninterested in you. They were always questioning how you got him and why he stayed around.

But they don’t know!!! No one but your close friend really know that this man is WHIPPED!

One of the first times Katsuki had seen you, you’d had on this short skirt with your thighs all bare and you nearly sent the poor man into cardiac arrest.

Your size never stopped you from wearing whatever the hell you wanted and Katsuki was attracted to that confidence too.

Every time you made the slightest move he swore you were gonna flash him and it took every ounce of willpower to keep his eyes off you.

Then you went and sat down! The way your thighs spread out on that chair. For the first time in his life, Katsuki found himself wanting to switch places with a goddamn chair…. He asked you out that same night and the two of you have been together ever since.

One night you stayed at his house and you’d forgotten to bring clothes to change into.

This man had the nerve to tell you to just throw on one of his shirts. Instead of correcting him and telling him to be so fucking fr, you went and grabbed one in of his tshirt and slid it on.

The damn thing looked like a crop top. You walked out to show him was a joke it was and the way this man laughed in your face almost made you end his life.

“You look like fucking Winnie the Pooh.” He was wheezing.

“Are you fucking done jackass?” You say as you pull the shirt over your head and drop it to the floor.

Once his giggling subsided he said “you could’ve just said they wouldn’t fit. I’ll buy some larger ones to keep here.” And he’s wiping tears from his eyes.

While you were walking around to your side of the bed he said “you look better naked anyways… hell maybe I won’t buy the shirts”

“Maybe I won’t ever sleep with a guy that get his jollies off to making fun of me” you grate out as you climb into the bed facing away from him.

His voice is right above your ear when he speaks again, “did I hurt your feelings princess?? Let me kiss it better”

He also did this thing where he’d run his fingers up and down the stretch marks on your side and stomach all the time.

When you ask him about it one day, all he says is that “it helps calm his nerves.” Whatever that means.

And don’t get started on when he fucks you. Hitting it from behind, he hands are planted on your wide hips and his favorite thing about this position is watching how your ass jiggles when he pulls you back on to him.

He also loves your soft saggy titas. Will lift those things and suck them right into his mouth happily.

Going back to that ass of yours, there’s so much surface area for him to slap and leave hand marks on. He’ll have the whole surface area stinging by the time he gets done.

Your thighs are another thing entirely.

He was nervous one night while you two were getting hot and heavy in bed. You could tell.

“Kats, baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothin” and he tried to bend down and kiss you again but you stopped him.

“Talk to me or we stop.”

“You’re gonna think I’m fuckin weird. Hell I think I’m fucking weird.” He says.

You wait for him to continue.

“Iwannafuckyourthighs” it rushed out of him in one word.

“What? Slow down”

“ I. Want. To. *whispers* fuck your thighs.”

You let out and a chuckle and obviously that was the wrong thing to do because says something unintelligible and starts pulling away.

You rush and wrap your legs around his before he can get up.

“Don’t leave. I’m only laughing because we’ve done some pretty dirty stuff together, and this is what you get nervous about.”

He rolls his eyes, “well what’s your answer?” He grunts at you.

You pull him down to your and whisper against his ear. “Katsuki please fuck my thighs.. I want them all wet and sticky with your cum.”

And you feel the shivers that runs down his spine.

Katsuki loves every inch of you, he has zero complaints. He’s constantly touching you and showing you how perfect he thinks you are

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olichat-reads · 4 months

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Imagine | Betraying Villain Bakugou as an Undercover Hero

Villain!Bakugou x ProHero!Reader

Summary: you were a pro hero sent undercover to get close to & gather intel on the notorious villain Dynamight. What you didn't account for was to fall in love with the man you were meant to take down.

A/n: basically undercover cop x mafia boss inspired hehe.

A/n: this was meant to be a proper fic but its been sitting in my drafts for SO LONG as just a concept so this will just have to do for now :')

🌟

You have to tell him.

The longer you wait, the worse it is for you. It won't take long for them to get to you.

To get to him.

Your fists clenched around the covers at the thought.

You can't let that happen.

You won't.

Bakugou Katsuki- or better known as Dynamight was a name well known by the public as the ruthless villain ruling the underworld with an iron fist whilst fitting into the facade of a very accomplished CEO.

He was notorious for his dirty ways & illegal businesses, never bothering to hide his darker persona from the world, making sure everyone knew to fear him. Yet, the authorities never had enough proof to arrest him, never able to trace his crimes back to him, his organization too clean & flawlessly managed to reveal any dirty work below the surface.

Thats where you come in. An undercover pro hero sent as an innocent civillian to get close to him & investigate from the inside.

Who would've guessed on the inside you'd find a grumpy teddy bear of a man instead of the demon of Musutafu. You learned he wore facade over facade. Despite knowing his CEO mask wasn't really him, you discovered he wasn't really the heartless criminal either.

Bakugou acknowledges that his hands weren't clean in his business deals, he knows he isn't all good, but over the time you spent together, you learn that he isn't all bad either.

Because how could the man who visits the orphanage he grew up in be all bad?

How could the man- insisting he only visited to see his Ma Inko that raised him out of obligation and not because he got attached to the little hellspawns at the orphanage, despite always relenting to play with them every single time without fail, because they were annoying, as if he couldn't just walk away if he really wanted to- be as evil as they say?

How could the man that consoles little kids who were nervous to have a new family so gently and softly, that they will be loved, deserved a place to call home, and promise he will make sure they were happy and safe, be totally heartless?

Falling in love was not the plan.

Nor was having the big bad crime boss fall in love with you.

It was most definitely not in your plans to adore the man snoring peacefully next to you while you silently lose your mind, as much as you did.

Looking over at him, his head pressed against your hip, arm draped over your thighs, his chest rise & fall in slow breaths, you couldn't help the smile that tugged on your lips.

Who knew the big scary, angry man whose explosive demeanor never fails to shaken people's hearts everywhere could be so..

Adorable?

He looked so harmless burrying himself further into your side, pulling you closer as he mumbled your name in his slumber, the action making you melt.

You twisted your body just a bit to bury your hands into his deceptively soft hair, letting fluffy porcupine spikes tickle your cheeks as you let yourself be pulled closer by the sleeping mobster.

And who would have ever thought the person who got him to open his heart was the same person sent to bring him down.

How ironic.

You clenched your jaw at the thought, freeing your fingers from those gold strands to fist your palms so tight your knuckles turned white, as you tried to control yourself while still being mindful of the sleeping Bakugou snuggling for your warmth.

You wanted to protect him. To keep him safe. For him to be free and happy. No matter the cost, even if it meant dying by his hands.

You've thought about it. Of course you have. You knew the consequences of revealing yourself to him, your initial motives and the fact that you've been betraying him, all the while the cold, hard man fell in love and trusted you enough to offer his heart.

He would kill you.

You knew that. You hurt him, even if he didn't know it yet. Broke his heart, & betrayed the trust he found so hard to give to just anyone.

There was no doubt he would kill you, and take your life as compensation.

Yet, you've made up your mind. You'd have nowhere to go. Even if by some miracle you get out of this alive, the HPSC would hunt you down. Your life was over with either way.

How strange.

To think dying was the least of your concerns.

As you run your fingers gently through his hair again, unable to placate your twitching fingers, Bakugou slowly stirred awake, soft red eyes fluttering open to blink up at you, before he broke into a sleepy smile filled with so much pure love and adoration you had to choke back a sob.

No. Dying was a show of mercy. Nothing would hurt more than having those warm eyes currently staring at you like you were the best thing in the world, turn cold. No torture would hurt more than having to live, knowing the man that used to attack you with the sweetest kisses whenever he came home, the man that clung to you like a baby koala while you cooked, the man that loved you despite knowing you weren't perfect, would come to hate you.

That was what would break you.

You were certain. Death would be welcomed in comparison to the alternative. Death would be worth having those red eyes only ever look at you the way he was now.

"Hi."

"Hi, you."

🌟

a/n: ohhhhhh mafia au my beloved

#bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #oliwrites

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thecuriousquest · 7 months

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Can I ask for another mha character (of your choice) with mouth washing punishment? I’ve never seen someone write it aswell as you! And how are u at the moment?? ❤️ x

Dirty Mouth

Platonic Yandere Dad Bakugou x Teen Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, mouth washing with soap, threats of punishments, mentioning of spanking with a switch

Author’s Note: Aw, stop it, you little rascal. You’re making me blush. 😊 I’m doing great over on the East Coast. I hope you’re doing well, and much love to you! 🖤🤘

Checkout my Master List here.

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Your “dad”, as he forces you to call him, is busy cooking dinner in the kitchen behind you. You hear him talking about you on the phone to Kirishima, how he’s gushing about your test scores and your good behavior. You’re absolutely fucking sick of it.

Of course you’ve been good! What other choice do you have? It’s either that or be punished by one of the greatest pros in Japan. It makes you sick to your stomach thinking about how he made you cut a switch in the backyard the last time your attitude was “bitchy” as he so graciously put it.

Bakugou brings the conversation to an end, sticking a bowl of ramen in front of you. You have to hand it to the man, he can cook up a storm. However, you’d rather buy the ramen from somewhere than have it given to you by the hand of your captor.

“Thanks,” you tell the blonde while looking at the bowl in front of you.

Fuck, it smells so good, yet you hesitate to dig into the warm deliciousness.

He gruffly sits down at the head of the table before snapping apart a pair of chopsticks. He begins eating.

Katsuki looks at you with a glare when he realizes you haven’t even started.

“What’s wrong?” He doesn’t sound happy.

“Did you put something in it?”

He shrugs as if it’s normal to put something in your kid’s food. “Just something to help relax you. You’ve been on edge ever since you got here.”

“I’ve been on edge? I’VE BEEN ON EDGE? Are you shitting me right now? You’re the one who stole me!”

“I didn’t fucking steal you, and don’t talk to me like that! You were at the police station, and I offered them to take you home so that you wouldn’t end up in a fucking orphanage, so lower your goddamn voice and quit acting like I’m some villain!”

“You are a fucking villain! You put drugs in my food to make me fall asleep, and you force me to do homeschooling, and-”

You rack your brain for more things he’s done to you since you’ve been here, but your “dad” cuts you off.

“Yeah, I’m the bad guy for making sure you don’t turn into an insomniac. I’m such a horrible person for making sure your grades stay up. Keep going, sweetie.”

You swipe at the tears forming in your eyes. God, he makes you feel insane and so damned frustrated!

“I fucking hate you!”

You get up from the table and run towards the stairs when a pair of arms wrap around your torso, lifting you off the ground. Adjusting you in his hold, he tucks you under one arm, snugly against his hip. Your eyes widen as you find yourself looking at the floor.

“Put me down! I don’t like this!”

You cling onto his baggy pants for security. He could let you go at any moment, and you don’t like the thought of landing harshly on your knees if he does.

You hear a door open, and then the large man turns on his heel as he closes it. The familiarity of what’s happening comes rushing back to you, and you try to shut it all out as you are set on your feet.

“I’m too old to be treated like this, Bakugou!” you shout as you clench your fists.

“Shut up, kid. You’re fifteen, and you know better than to call me that. You know better than to cuss at me too.”

He rummages around in the cabinet for your doom. He pulls out something that’s just as bad as the paddle end of a wooden brush: the dreaded bar of soap. The explosion hero gets the bar of soap all sudsy under the running faucet. He shuts off the water and brings the bar up to your lips, and you clamp your mouth shut.

“You wanna do this the hard way?”

Your eyes can only speak for you, and you hope the fear you express in them is enough to sway him.

All he does is grimace at you, his lips set in a firm line. He snatches your jaw, thumb digging into your right cheek while the other four fingers press into your left. The pressure where the line of your teeth meet only grows stronger as you attempt to keep your mouth closed.

However, you know him well enough by now. He won’t give up until he gets what he wants. He never does.

Your sharp cry sounds akin to a beagle’s as he finally pries your mouth open wide enough to shove the soap in. You gag instantaneously at the clean taste of the bar.

Trying to fight against the bulk of muscles leads you nowhere, except being forced to sit on the toilet lid. To your horror, this isn’t even the worst of it. He begins scrubbing the inside of your mouth, washing away all of the filth you’ve been spewing. What a fucking hypocrite.

The bar of soap shreds against your teeth with all of the scrubbing, curling and melting on your tongue. The accumulation of saliva and soap turns into built up foam, causing it to leak from your mouth.

“Lift your tongue up. Do it or I’ll beat your ass.”

No, no more punishment, you try to say. It comes out in a gurgled, incomprehensible mess.

Your “dad” works the bar of soap underneath your tongue. He covers every inch and corner of the cavern. You feel like you’re going to throw up with the amount of gagging you’re going through, but you know that he’ll really kick your ass if you do that.

Your body slumps in defeat, knowing that you can’t get away from him as he holds the back of your neck in a firm grip. There’s nothing you can do to fight him off or get away from him, so you sit there and wail like a six year old with tears, snot, and soap dripping down your face.

With your head pounding from all of the crying and screaming, he finally releases you and tells you to rinse your mouth out.

“You’re lucky I’m not making you finish dinner with your mouth as it is. I could send you to bed like that too you know.”

As tough as he likes to make himself out to be, you know he’d never do that to you. Under all of that macho male bravado, there is a heart, even if it is a little twisted.

Still, you can’t help but feel distraught as you struggle to rid your mouth of the lingering taste. It’s as if every ounce of water you take in causes the amount of bubbles to rise. Eventually, you do spit out the last of the soap, but that clean, funky tang stays with you.

“Alright, that’s enough.”

“But, it won’t go away!”

“You arguing with me?” he inquires as he quirks a blonde eyebrow.

“No, sir.”

Handing you a towel, you dry your face and pout from not being able to get rid of the overwhelming taste. Looking up at the pro hero with watery eyes, you rub your runny nose with the towel.

He leans against the doorjamb with crossed arms. “Got anything to say to me?”

“I’m sorry…Dad.” You know better than to call him anything else in this moment.

His smirk is one of satisfaction as he stands up straight, bringing you into his arms. You lean your head against his chest, holding onto his shirt for comfort.

He might have won this battle, but the war isn’t over yet.

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jujutsukatsuki · 1 year

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Bakugou vs TikTok Trends Part One: There’s a flea in my hand!

“Suki!” You hum softly as you set your phone up in the living room.

“Yeah babe?” He calls back from the garage, where he was working on his gauntlets

“C’mere!”

He makes his way into the house and stands next to you in frame as you start recording.

“Okay so I have a flea in my hand.” You hold out your empty palm

“We have fleas?! Our dog better not have them!” He scowled, your guys dog was currently laying on the couch in the background.

“What? No. Okay just listen. I have a flea in my hand, his name is Miko..” Bakugou looks skeptical at your empty palm

“Uh huh?” He cocks one eyebrow “Go on.” He encourages.

“Okay so in my hand is one flea and he’s gonna do three backflips. Okay? Now watch.”

“One.” Bakugou watches as you watch your palm before looking into the air and back down. This repeats one more time then once more after that.

“Okay now clap for him but quietly, he’s small.”

He looks even more confused as he mimics you in tapping your pointer and thumb together.

“So he wants to do more, so he’s asking if you’ll do him a favor. Hold his top hat.” You pretend to take a invisible top hat off the flea and give it to Bakugou, who grabs it and holds it in his palm. You can tell he’s getting more confused and annoyed.

“Alright, he’s about to start, keep watching.” You smile. Bakugou blinks a few times before he takes the hand that’s suppose to be holding the hat and smacks your palm like a high five.

“No dirty nasty fleas in this house.” Bakugou scowls and walk off.

You look at the camera in shock “He killed Miko!” You yell as the video ends.

Posting it to TikTok was fun, all over the news ‘pro hero dynamite kills Miko the flea’. You never laughed so hard. Bakugou on the other hand was grumpy and would never do another TikTok with you.

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sweet-honey-tears · 1 year

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If They Where Dads

Fluff head cannons! 🤍

Gender neutral reader. Kinda sounds like reader gave births but I kinda figured it’s either adoption or a quirk that can combine dna. Idk.

Feel free to leave request for other characters!

Daycare pick up head cannon

Aged up of course!!

💥Katsuki Bakugou💥

“She's beautiful”

“Daddy’s gonna buy you the fucking world.”

Big red eyes stared back as tiny hands gripped scared calloused fingers.

He would teach his kids sign language incase he ever does lose his hearing.

Is the type of dad that just carries the baby because fuck the stroller and shit- he’s a walking one that can also rock the little monster to sleep.

Will call the baby ‘Mini SpitFire’ and ‘Adorable Monster’(better than dumbass)

Will sign his daughter(and future kid- aka his baby boy) up for karate

And if his kid doesn’t have a quirk, he’s going to sign them up for a bunch of self-defense classes. He wants to protect them from people like him growing up.

Your phone Lock Screen is a picture of your toddler mid-sprint to the door as Katsuki is crouched with arms wide open. He had just gotten off a patrol, his hair mused and masked pushed up. His gauntlets pushed to the side. His face was dirty and stained. But his smile was huge and little tears are in his eyes from seeing his little mini spitfire come running to him.

“Don’t post that”

“But Kat-“

“No”

Can't let the public know king explosion murder is a big old softy. No, that is only for his family.

🦈Eijiro Kirishima🦈

Dude freaked out when he found out it’s gonna be twins- girls a matter of fact’ As babies, he’d put them in little shark onesies and then put on his own.

Your Lock Screen is a picture of your two beautiful twin girls in these little onesies and your Home Screen is Pro Hero Red Riot in a large Great White Shark onesie holding his two lovely(in shark onesies) twin girls in each of his arms. A big, proud, sharp smile stretched on his face.

He is the kind of dad to strap one of the girls to his chest, the other girl you have strapped to yours. There is totally a picture on the fridge of you two like that.

Would call his girls:

“Little riot, stop pulling your sister's hair!”

“Sharky, you shouldn’t be up there!”

The girls will call you Mama Papa, or Sharky Shark. (So- MommaShark! SharkyShary or ShaSha!) They call Kiri Daddy Shark.

The girls have shark plushies, cat ones, and so many plushies! One of the girls’ favorites, when they were toddlers, was a Red Riot plush. They’d hold it so damn tight whenever Kiri had to leave on a long mission.

They call the Bakuquad the following when they are very young:

Uncle Bak-uh-dough

Unky Serooooo

Aunty Mina

Unk Donkey or Denks (purely because Denki will make a goofy face when they say it)

Also, I think Testu would still pop by and the girl would call him Test.

⚡️Denki⚡️

Would freak the fuck out when he finds out but also be so excited

Will call the baby “Sparky!” And bakugou will say it sounds like you're calling a dog-

⚡️“ but you use to call me stuff like that-“

“Yeah I know”

⚡️“ but you said it sounds like a dog-“

“Yup”

Bakuogou felt a light hit to the back of his head. You walk past him while holding your/Denki’s baby. He just laughs. What? You’d think he’d do or say something to a woman holding a baby. Fuck no.

There’s a picture on your phone of Denki holding your baby, who is fast asleep, with rubber gloves on his hands. He’s being incredibly careful now. Wearing rubber gloves to ensure he never accidentally sparks the baby. He keeps getting excited every time he sees you two. That’s your Home Screen FWI.

The baby does have a Pikachu onesie. And a hat with the ear sticking up. As well as a Pokeball pillow(Mina got them for Christmas)

I feel like Shinso stops over a lot too. Like these guys are really good friends in the future.

“Uncle Shin!”

“Hey there Spark” he would totally gift the baby little cat stuffed animals and cat hairpins.

▪️🔸Sero🔸▪️

Sero would be surprised but stay chill.

Sero would call his baby girl:

“Hermosa (beautiful) you gotta wake up. We have to get ready for school”

Would teach his daughter Spanish(assuming you also know it too)

The girl's room is decorated with plants and cute food tapestries. There would definitely be one of those egg nest swings in the room(the ones above ground and hanging from the wall). He would hold the baby and rock them to sleep in it.

I feel like the baby would have a really cute, soft, cartoon ‘spider’ plush. But it’s not even really a spider- but a blob with a ‘:3’ face and eight legs. Totally has cat ears. Sero found it one day and was like ‘yup, that’s coming home’.

You couldn’t stop laughing when you saw it, you frickin love it.

Sero brings home the cutest but most random stuffed animals and toys. Ones that are just funny and adorable but make no fucking sense.

At an older age, Sero would definitely play with his daughter via his quirk. Your lock Screen is a picture of your daughter hanging upside down, her ‘spider’ plush hanging in her hand.

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sapphic-agent · 8 months

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Let's Talk About Bakugou's Apology

Jfc, I swear this wasn't meant to be an MHA blog but whatever. Let's get into this.

I wanted to give Bakugou stans the benefit of the doubt. I wanted to think that they would only hype something up if it was groundbreaking. I wanted to believe that Horikoshi was a halfway decent writer and would put actual effort into such a pivotal, revered moment in the series.

I was left sorely disappointed for multiple reasons.

1) A List of Excuses To be completely fair to Bakugou, he does take some accountability which was more than I expected. He does acknowledge that what he did was wrong a few times during his little speech. I have to give him credit for that. However, it's overshadowed by the narrative making sure to stress that it was the people around Bakugou who were at fault for that behavior. Which isn't true because even before he got his quirk, he still treated Izuku like garbage. He gave him the name Deku and acted like he was above everyone way before Izuku was deemed quirkless.

(I'd also like to add that the only thing that literal pre-school teacher said was that Bakugou's quirk could make for a fine hero. He was the one who ran with it and decided that it made him better than everyone and that he would be the best)

There's also the fact that every time he does point out what he did was wrong, there's always some kind of justification behind it. "I did... because I felt..." It undermines what's supposed to be a genuine apology because it's not about Bakugou's feelings, he wasn't the one hurt (more on this later).

2) Timing

So many people have brought this up and they're absolutely right; that was the worst possible time for this to happen. Izuku was injured, starving, and dirty. Not to mention his mental state is practically in shambles. He's been isolating himself for weeks in his attempts to walk a selfless, lonely path. The absolute last thing he needed was this shitty apology.

This was supposed to be an effort for Class 1A to show Izuku that they care about him and to convince him to share his burden and come back to UA with them and rest and heal. Instead that genuine effort is highjacked by Bakugou rambling on about something entirely unrelated. He could have done this during the bath scene or even right after that. Instead, it's shoehorned into Izuku's actual friends trying their best to help him.

Iida's words should have been the final ones. They had enough impact and were way more powerful. There was no reason for Bakugou's apology to be the finishing lines.

3) The Insults

It's wild to me that Bakugou apologized for insulting Izuku... right after purposely insulting Izuku.

This is something that has been detrimental to Bakugou's entire character "redemption". "Oh, he's changing!" Except he's still doing the same shit he's always done. It undermines the entire point of redeeming him.

(I hate to be pro Endeavor in any way, but at least when he decided to change he made the genuine effort to stay that way and didn't relapse into old habits)

Not only did him mocking Izuku do absolutely nothing to change his mind, it's just so shitty to do to someone who's clearly struggling. If you are incapable of showing empathy and kindness at a time like this, shut up and sit down because there's no reason for you to open your mouth. You're not helping, you're only making things worse.

And then he says, "I don't expect this to change things between us." Like bro, that's completely on you. All you have to do is not be a dick and act like your apology actually meant something by refraining from hurling insults at someone who did nothing to deserve it. But even after this apology, he continues to yell at and insult Izuku. Sato and Tokoyami even call him out on this, only it's just played for laughs.

Word to the wise kids, an apology means nothing if just keep repeating your bad behavior.

4) No Autonomy for the Victim

Not once do we get to see what Izuku's thinking. Not once do we ever see things from his point of view.

This moment is entirely about Bakugou. It's only a plot device to develop his character and make him come off better. And Izuku who was the victim gets no attention. He doesn't even get to respond, he just faints by the end of it.

In fact, the closest thing we ever get to an insight into Izuku's feelings is All Might saying that he wouldn't hold what Bakugou did against him. That's such a copout considering a) nothing Izuku did ever indicated he felt that way and b) another person is speaking for him. He doesn't even get to say this himself.

Horikoshi does this consistently. Izuku is never allowed to voice how he feels. We never get to see how things are affecting him. The only time he's ever permitted to show strong emotions is when it's in favor of someone else. You would think that by this point in the story that would be rectified. But no, everything has to be about Bakugou. Not even in his own rescue story can Izuku ever be the center of attention. No, it's all about making Bakugou better.

(Again I hate to be pro Endeavor, but at least Shoto, Fuyumi, and Natsu get to respond to Endeavor's attempts at atonement on their own terms. Natsu is allowed to be angry. Fuyumi gets to make the choice to forgive him. Shoto is allowed to ponder the decision. Both cases are terrible abuse narratives, but at least the Todoroki kids have a say in how they feel and are allowed to express it. Izuku doesn't even get that)

It feels like Izuku isn't even allowed to be a victim in any way, shape, or form. He's just there to prop Bakugou

#anti bakugou katsuki #anti bakugou #bnha critical #mha critical #anti bakugo katsuki #izuku deserves better

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kingkatsuki · 3 months

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— need

It took me way too long to write something for this man, but he has me completely deranged.

I was originally keeping this idea for Bakugou but somehow Tamzy just fit better.

Pairings: Tamzy Caines x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, non-con/dub-con, sex pollen, dirty talk, fingering, Tamzy ties you up, choking, Tamzy cums untouched.

Word Count: 2.2k.

“Please, help me Tamzy.” Your voice is choked and desperate as you look up at him with wide eyes. Your hand trapped between your thighs as you grind on your palm beneath your skirt.

Tamzy’s panicking now, wide eyes look back towards the door as he keeps his mask firmly over his face to protect from the pink toxins that now float through the air. The Vandal and their jinki move fast enough to escape, but it wasn’t fast enough to protect you from the after effects.

“Where’s your mask?” Tamzy pushes, rushing over to you as you practically hump your hand. Nose scrunched in irritation as it does little to satiate the throb between your thighs.

“It’s not enough.” You whine pitifully, ignoring his question as Tamzy stops in front of you. Chancing pulling off his mask when the rest of the air dissipates as he cups your cheek in a palm. You’re burning up—

“You gotta help me, Tamzy.” You push, and your smaller hand reaches up to encircle his wrist, tugging his hand down to your chest to press his palm against your breast.

It’s wrong. He should wait for back up, for the professionals to get here. Enjin would know exactly what to do in this situation, what needs to happen to fix whatever this is. He’s heard of these kinds of aphrodisiac jinki before, listened to Delmon talk about Vandals who ransacked his farm in search of these plants that held amatory properties that held a high price on the black market.

But all of his training couldn’t have prepared him for the unadulterated sight in front of him, and the desperate way you tried to grind your hips against his thigh as Tamzy tried to keep you pinned against the wall. Worried what you might do if you managed to flee the scene to chase your release, or what real creeps that roamed the Abyss could find you at this hour and do god knows what to you. Never mind the Vandal that did this to you in the first place—

It was lucky he’d been the one to find you.

“Tamzy,” There you went saying his name like that again. The desperate, pathetic whine to your tone had him scrunching his nose in irritation as he secretly committed the noise to memory. Something that would fuel his lonely nights as he fists his cock to the thought of you like this for him, “Please, I need you.”

Fuck.

Your reflexes were quick, but he was quicker. Using Tokushin to wind ropes of yarn around your middle to try and keep you subdued, much to your dismay.

“S’not fair,” You sniffle. Your bottom lip juts out and it takes every fiber of his being not to lean forward and kiss you, “You’re always so mean to me, Tamzy.”

God, you had no clue what you were doing to him right now— you couldn’t. Not with the lust jinki clouding your mind and your senses as you rubbed your thighs together to try and alleviate the tension.

He pressed down on his collar to try and contact Enjin again, opening the connection to try and find help. The signal inside the salt cave was almost non-existent, as he tried to decipher Enjin’s voice on the other end. Hoping that by shouting a rough location over the radio waves that he’d be able to find you both on the lower floor.

“It’s okay,” Tamzy murmured, “You’re gonna be okay.”

Tamzy knew these types of jinki weren’t simple to disband. The kind of power that could invade a persons psyche and consume them from the inside out— ceasing their existence if the desire wasn’t satisfied.

But he shouldn’t be the one to help, especially when he already harboured strong feelings for you— it wouldn’t be right. Tamzy couldn’t take advantage of you, especially in such a compromised state. He’d wait for back up to arrive and Enjin would know exactly what to do.

“The others will be here soon,” He spoke calmly, contrasting the way his cock pulsed between his thighs, “They’ll help you.”

“No, no—” You thrashed against his jinki, the binds tightening as they dug into your supple skin, creating dips in the fat of your hips as Tamzy tried to remember to breathe, “I can’t wait that long, you need to help me Tamzy please.”

These jinki were dangerous, if the tension wasn’t eased it would consume you whole. Worse than any poison or toxin that could invade your bloodstream— this was a death sentence if it wasn’t satiated.

“I can’t even touch myself like this,” You huffed in frustration, pathetic tears clung to your lashes as you rolled your hips, “I’m begging you.”

Oh, he was fucked.

That was the nail in his coffin as Tamzy took a step closer to you, “Calm down.”

He only needed to alleviate the tension enough to save you before your friends found you both, just enough to scratch the itch before backup arrived. He could get you off without penetrating you and quell the ache just enough to keep you alive— it would be fine.

Tamzy’s eyes were stoic as he reached forward to cup your molten heat, hissing upon contact when he felt just how wet your panties were. You couldn’t stop the debauched moan from tumbling between parted lips at the sensation, immediately bucking your hips to try and get more.

“Don’t tease me, Tamzy. Please—” He’d never heard you sound so carnal, so desperate before. Wondering if this is always how you sounded when you were in such a precarious position, fingers plunging into your wet cunt when you were alone at night, “Just one finger, please— just one, yeah?”

His cock is damn near painful now, straining against his boxers as it leaks copious amounts of pre. Trying to ignore the throb as deft fingers tug your panties to the side, gliding through your slick as he nudges your puffy clit.

“Just one.” He repeats. As though he’s trying to fool himself that this is okay.

“Yeah, yeah. Just one.” You babble, “Please, Tamzy. I can’t take anymore— it hurts.”

Tamzy tries to ignore the persistent pulse in his crotch as his hard cock strains against his boxers, pre coats the fabric as he shuffles his legs to try and alleviate the tension. Directing his focus to you as his fingers push through your messy slick, parting your labia as he meets resistance.

“Oh, fuck.” Your chest heaves as Tamzy’s fingers find your tight entrance, blunt nails drag against the sensitive skin as he feels you flutter around him. Desperately trying to pull him deeper inside your silky depths as he revels in how tight and warm you are, “Put them in Tamzy, please.”

Every time you murmur his name so desperately it has his cock pulsing in response, dipping a solo finger inside your warmth as he immediately feels your walls cling to him. Your hips jerk as much as they could whilst subdued by his jinki as you pathetically try to fuck yourself on his finger.

“More, Tamzy, please.” You choked, “I think I’m going insane.”

“You said one.” He counters, watching the way your hips swish against him as you desperately try to coax him in.

“I know, I know,” You whine pitifully, “But you feel so good, Tamzy. I need more—”

If you were insane, he was damn near delirious as he slipped another finger in to join the first. Immediately curling them towards the spongy spot inside you as he focused his ministrations against it. Pumping his digits with skilled precision as dark eyes focused on your face to gage your reaction.

“Is this okay?” He rasps lowly, and your cunt throbs in response. He steps closer to push his fingers deeper, adding a third when he feels a lack of resistance that has you keening in satisfaction.

“Feels so good,” You pant, chest heaving as you grind your clit against his palm, biting down on your bottom lip hard enough that the metallic taste of blood coats your tongue.

All the nights he’d fucked his fist to the thought of you couldn’t compare to this. Your head knocks against the dirty brick wall as you thrash in his grip, your smaller hand fights against his yarn to reach out to grope his crotch and Tamzy is certain that his last minuscule piece of resolve has crumbled. A deep, guttural grunt spills from his lips and he can’t stop his hips from jerking into your touch. His sweaty forehead knocks into yours as he does everything he can to keep you pinned against the wall as he continues fucking three of his fingers into your sloppy cunt. If this is how tight you are for three, he wonders how you’d feel if you took his cock—

The scent of you potent in the air as his fingers continue to crudely squelch inside your dripping cunt, drooling into his palm and down his wrist as he sets a steady pace.

“I want your cock so bad, Tamzy.” You breathe out, your voice hoarse as he fucks his fingers into your needy hole.

“Behave.” Tamzy growls, certain you’re trying to garner a reaction from him now. And he’s already used up every ounce of resolve he had by keeping you bounded by his jinki.

“Please,” You push, just like you always fucking do, “I’ll be good, I’ll do anything if you give me your cock.”

“Shut up,” Tamzy grunts, pushing the heel of his palm against your clit as you thrash against him.

“Ugh, make me.” Your tongue lolls out of your mouth now and it’s all he can do to think about shoving his hard cock inside it.

“You’re filthy.” Tamzy grunts, his palm circling your neck to squeeze at the column of your throat. Pushing your head against the wall as his warm breath fans your face, lips dangerously close to yours.

“‘m not.” You tremble, the lack of oxygen heightens the sensation of his fingers plunging into your tight cunt as he fucks them into you with vigour.

“I beg to differ,” Tamzy speeds his fingers up for emphasis, the crude squelch fills the air as more of your slick seeps out of you, cooling against your inner thighs as he presses the calloused pad of his thumb against your clit to rub messy circles against it, “You’re practically drooling onto my hand.”

“Let me drool on your cock instead.” You quip back.

Tamzy sucks a breath through gritted teeth at your lewd words, hips bucking wildly as he imagines your wet cunt soaking his cock in your essence. The moisture drooling down is length and matting into the messy hairs at the base as he fucks into you, leaving creamy rings around the base of him.

“Stop being a brat.” He grunts, but he’s not sure he wants you to.

This is already more than he should be doing, he should’ve waited for Enjin�� and now he’s thinking about sinking his cock inside your wet cunt and spearing you open on him.

“Let me touch you, please? I’ll be good I promise.” He doubts that dearly as he shakes his head, sweat beads at his brow as he tries to ignore the desire building inside him. His resolve close to crumbling as he pictures sinking his throbbing cock into your silky, wet walls.

“I don’t think you will be, sweetheart.” He chastises as he continues his pace, pressing down harder which each forward motion as he pushes you closer to the edge.

“I’m close,” You trembled, your voice vibrating against his hand as it flexed against your windpipe. The coil inside you tight and dangerously close to snapping as Tamzy spend his motions up in response.

Three fingers poised to hit that same spot inside you with each forward motion, certain his pads were pruning from how wet and warm you were. Pressing down against your needy clit hard as he felt the way your cunt began to tighten around him.

“Come on, sweetheart,” He whispered, “Cum for me.”

“Oh my— fuck, Tamzy!” The sound of his name spilling from your lips is debauched, and the desperate wail that follows seals his fate.

His hips jerk clumsily as the tension inside him cuts like a knife, legs wobbling from the unabashed force of his climax as he follows you into bliss. Tamzy moans with you in tandem as he finds his release. Shooting white hot ropes of cum into his boxers that soaks his cock and balls, leaving him sticky and messy as his spunk leaks through his pants. His chest heaves as he gulps in air, hips canting forward as your desperate fingers still reach out to grab for him. Hissing when they make contact against his overstimulated cock, sending fresh aftershocks surging through him.

“I—,” You pant, tears dried in streaky lines down your cheeks as your head lolls to the side, “Did you?”

Tokushin goes lax as Tamzy comes down from his high, freeing you from the binds as you rub at the imprints against your skin. The pink lusty clouds still haze your vision as you blink up at him blearily, your palm reaches out to feel the damp spot against his crotch as Tamzy hisses in response. Still semi-hard as he throbs against your palm, caging your body in against the cave wall as he looms over you.

Oh, he’s certain you’ll be the death of him.

#tw:noncon #trigger:noncon #Tamzy caines x reader #tamsy Caines smut #Tamzy Caines smut #Gachiakuta smut #Tamzy smut #Tamzy x reader #Tamsy Caines x reader #Tamsy x reader

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i-cant-sing · 1 year

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hey i wanted to asks if you could do more of F1 race team owner Hawks please

Sparing some thoughts for Yandere F1 Dads Hawks and Dabi:

Keigo has his own race team, his company makes cars for these races, and Dabi, his husband races for him. Keigo spends a lot of time in his home office late at night, designing new cars that are faster and better equipped for Dabi. Dabi would join him in his office after putting you to sleep, helping Keigo out or just keeping him company sometimes, a cup of coffee for tye blonde and scotch for him. Their conversations often revolved around you, cars and dirty jokes, obviously.

Keigo wearing his designer 3 piece suits and forcing you into wearing team colours/Dabi's merchandise when he takes you to races to support Dabi. You're not super fond of tye tracks, but if it's any consolation, Dabj and Keigo make sure you have those big noise cancelling headphones on (the one they give babies). The only downside is that they still force you to wear the team costume and big headphones even when you're older.

The races are usually held in Monaco, the Richie rich city where there's casinos clubs everywhere. And youd think that your rich dads would leave you at the hotel and go to these casinos to have some fun. But no, since you're too young to go to these places(you're not, they just don't want you to suddenly become a gambling addict or meet the disgusting pervs that these places are full of), so they do more family appropriate activities with you. Like cycling dates, which would've been alright if it they weren't famous, so now everybody on streets is staring at you and taking pictures of you losing your breath and turning red and sweaty because you have low stamina, unlike your dads who are fit sportsman.

Dabi trusts reader 100%. He knows hes raised a good, honest, sweet kid- no, he raised an angel. It's just... everyone else that he distrusts. That's why he spends a lot of time in the garage building trackers that he can have Keigo sew in your clothes, bags, shoes. Keigo isn't completely on board with "tracking" your every move, but then Dabi always paints such a picture about what could possibly happen if someone gets their dirty paws on you and you're never seen again, leaving your dads wondering what kind of hell you're in. So, now Keigo is sewing in the trackers and hiring disguised bodyguards to keep an eye on you during school and whenever you're out in general.

Keigo cooking in the kitchen while Dabi helps you with your homework, having endless patience as he explains the same thing over and over again with the softest voice ever. Of course, Keigo brings in healthy snacks for you two, watching his two favourite people just... being themselves.

While Dabi helps with the academic side of your development, Keigo likes to spark your interests with different hobbies. He plays the piano, so he'll teach you how to play one, or at the very least, an instrument of your choice. And when music class is over, he'll have you help him with cooking, usually baking because you like licking the frosting off the spatula (just like Dabi). Keigo also encourages you to draw futuristic type of cars, and the blonde takes it as a challenge to make all your designs, however unfeasible they may seem, become real.

Thats not to say that Dabi doesn't do fun activities with you. He'll have you join him in the garage and teach you a lot of stuff as he works on his cars and engines- he'll make sure you know how to change your oil and tyres so that you don't need someones measly son (aka Bakugou) to change them for you and then hold it over your head. Dabi would definitely over for you to learn how to drive from him, but until you're old enough, playing car simulation video games with him will do.

When you first started dating Katsuki, whenever you would leave home, Dabi would have serious anger issues that he would take out on his cars as he destroys them with a metal bat or a wrench. But you'd never know that he's angry, because by the time you come home, Dabi is cool and nonchalant.

Keigo, while he pretend he's not bothered by you dating, doesn't cope so well either. He may have a happy, calm exterior, but when he goes to work, he fires like quarter of the company. He takes out his anger on other people, so that when he returns home, he can sigh and pretend he's much better at coping this news than Dabi.

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tired-biscuit · 1 year

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Bakugou being a soft dom chocking reader

And grinding on her Some Degration if you don’t mind

I luv ur work

18+ mdni, fem!reader // cw: choking, bondage, degrading, established relationship. soft dom!bakugou.

i see this with a slightly older, more experienced bakugou. when he's more calm and patient towards the world to surround him.

definitely has to be an established relationship, even better if you're his long-term girlfriend or perhaps even his wife. he's a man who loves being in control, however he also greatly appreciates it if you trust him entirely with your body and free will; allowing his hands to hold the reins when it comes to making decisions in the bedroom. he just wants to make you feel good and is happiest when you let him do so; when you let him feel needed.

and years of intimate partnership can bring that to the table. along with other things.

i think when you'd both be in the mood for something a bit more special and he wouldn't be all that tired because of his job, he'd take control over your body slowly; carefully. unlike his earlier years, he'd take his time in a way you wouldn't even notice him taking over because of how he'd be able to keep you busy with little affections that would make sure you're being spoiled rotten - right to the core. just like his pretty little wife deserves.

so imagining bakugou as a soft dom, he'd be up for some bondage. nothing too extravagant - he's more of an easy, quick access kind of guy - he'd restrain you by tying your wrists to the headboard of the bed, but would also leave soft, open-mouthed kisses along both of your forearms whilst checking the knots aren't tied too tight. he'd run his warm hands all over your half-naked body, all until your spine would be pushing upwards from the mattress and your mouth would be pleading him to please, please, please give you more.

he'd cool down the warm saliva he'd leave on your skin by blowing on it, tired red eyes watching you shiver in the midst of it. he'd make you soaking wet with all this warm, soft-around-the-edges attention he'd be showering you with, all until a damp patch would form right over the delicate cotton of your panties, despite that he didn't even start touching you between your legs yet. he'd kiss you gently, but would also apply pressure with the way he'd push his tongue into your mouth so that he'd be able to swallow your needy moans. he's greedy.

the dominance would start to show in the way he'd hold you by the jaw when you'd start to whine, and by the way he would make you keep kissing him until he's satisfied - usually until your lips feel swollen and awfully tender, and his own turn a dark pink. he'd leave your legs unrestrained just so you'd be able to wrap them around his waist and he'd feel your warmth as you'd both start to rock against each other.

he wants you close when he's in control. always wants you wrapped around him, feeling every limb of yours on him.

i think the pure, blatant need you'd start exhibiting for him during all this teasing would make this man so hard it'd hurt. you'd just feel a firm bulge pressing between your sopping folds the moment he gets you completely naked. he grows bigger and bigger, the cotton of his sweatpants absorbing your arousal, making an outright mess on the fabric which he surprisingly doesn't seem to care about in that exact moment. he starts grinding against you in response, more eager by the minute, like a dirty dog of a husband, even if he's drowning you in loving kisses and sweet touches that would otherwise make your teeth ache if it wasn't done by him.

and fuck, he's so big above you. one of his scarred hands is right next to your head, the other resting on your lower back; pulling you upwards at the middle just so that he can feel you even better. you want to touch him so bad, claw at him, mark him, anything, but you can't. the stupid restraints are driving you insane, and he can sense it as you try to pull free to tame the heat that's forming in your thighs and is climbing higher, higher, higher. your evident desperation brings a smile forward and it's goddamn sneaky, like one of a feline as it curls against your hot, panting mouth even if he's nowhere near as graceful as a cat.

he isn't all that verbal, he never is during sex, but you can hear him grunting softly; deep breaths mixing in-between each sound that rumbles deep in his chest like thunder. he hunches and covers you entirely with his bigger body as his tongue itches to say something vulgar. giving into temptation, he degrades you because it's in the heat of the moment, but he does make sure to sneak in compliments into the harshness just so you don't start to scold him in return.

because, unexpectedly, you wear the pants in this relationship.

so he calls you his pretty slut, his needy little girl that's so pathetic because of how badly she wants his dick. he tells you that he's positive you'll do just about anything to get him to stuff you full; that you look like the part in that exact moment. that you look like a girl who'd gladly accept his load; all nasty and depraved, squirming on top of the sheets like that. that if you love having his tongue in your mouth like that, he wonders what you'll be like the moment he goes lower and sticks it into your sticky little hole instead.

and he's gently cooing at you as he speaks those filthy words into your ear or into your mouth, and is perhaps even mocking and making fun of your little mewls and pleas which sound almost broken as they leave your throat because of his hand that has wound up around your neck at some point.

he chokes you as he ruts into you in a way that makes you feel him entirely; even through the layers of clothes he still has on. you want to gasp but he applies just enough pressure that it ever so slightly restricts your airway, making you shudder from the sensation that you know he'll keep on the safe side. thick digits dig deep in all the right places as your mouth pops open and he uses the chance to kiss you again. make you burn all over and experience heatwaves that cause sweat to glimmer on your already-dewy skin.

you can feel him between your legs, all throbbing and heavy when he places his tongue atop your own again. the weight of his cock makes your gaze drop downward and your toes curl against the small of his back as you try to push your hips upwards to gain even more friction. to gain even more pleasure. and he sneers at that ever so slightly, and chuckles at it, too. his thumb drags along your jawline as he squeezes your neck to make you look at him again, and his tired grin is faint but it shines bright like a thousand suns because it is so very rare.

all of it is an assertive kind of control that only years of trust and shared experiences can bring, but it is never forceful; never quite as mean. he cares about you, even as he speaks filth and hints at wanting to fuck you like you're nothing but a mere toy. he loves you even if in that moment - just that single, fleeting moment - he loves your pussy just a little bit more.

your reactions make him feel confident. make him feel like this strong, capable man who you'd fawn over like some silly damsel in distress and who you depend on. he'd never admit it, but it lights up that primal, purely male part of his brain and he just can't help it. he knows you're capable of taking care of yourself just fine, but it's ingrained into his psyche whether he likes it or not.

and all of it makes you nearly delirious, too. he's got that dazed look in his eye as he watches you offer yourself to him so blatantly; the one that makes him pick up the pace and that has you wrapped around his little finger. the one that has got your entrance fluttering around nothing because you're just so ready to take him already. to love him properly the moment he sets you free.

patient, older bakugou has an effect like that, i suppose. he wipes your brain cells away one by one; until you're dumb even before he fucks you into something even dumber.

#this was fun!!#i missed writing for him thank u for sending thisssss #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo smut #bakugou smut #bnha smut #biscuit drabbles #bakugou x reader #cw choking

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yanderenightmare · 1 year

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NSFW ABC's

Bakugou Katsuki x darling

TW: NSFW, yandere, bondage

part S, T & U

Secrets

impure thoughts/feeling/fantasies they have of you

He has many impure thoughts about you, but he’s all very shameless about expressing those. Ever the honest man, he’ll talk dirty like it’s nobody's business – whispering ever the salacious raunchiest desire right at your ear with a sharp smirk playing on his lips, so sharp you get snagged on it each and every time.

But, there are things he’ll keep to himself – certain stirrings in his stomach that confuse him. When your voice slips into that oh-so seductively sultry tone with your hand filtering through the spikes of hair atop his head, looking down at him with eyes full of love and this other something he’s not sure why makes him so quiet.

His heart goes absolutely feral with fluttering pounding then – even though he knows you’re just being silly – even though he knows you’re just out to pull his leg… He can’t help the chills of goosebumps that spread throughout him when you level him and say something along the lines of good boy~

You fluster him with that, and it’s all too clear with how he blushes bright red and adopts that sheepish look that’s so unlike him – and in the way his voice wavers when he tries and tells you to stop it with that shit.

Toys

do they have? which? when/how do they use them? on who?

One of the drawers in the bedroom is dedicated to Katsuki’s little collection.

Fluffy cuffs, silken ropes, chains, and tape – all meant to restrain you, as well as other complicated confinements such as spreader bars and armbinders and the like – along with other subjugating toys like leashes, collars, blindfolds, and gag balls – all heavy-duty hardcore means of bondage.

You couldn’t stop blushing the first time he introduced you to the kink – eyes wide and face heated – it actually robbed you of breath. Sure, you’d seen it in porn and felt sticky feelings of pleasure upon what you saw, but you’d never truly imagined it for yourself, at least not to the extent Katsuki was offering.

But he was asking so nicely – in such a sweet way you hadn't ever witnessed him do before – softly reassuring you that you could trust him and that he wouldn’t do anything without making sure you were comfortable with it first.

You couldn’t very well tell him no when you hadn’t even tried it first.

You don’t know what about it he enjoys so much – if it’s the fact that you’re completely pressed beneath his thumb or that you trust him enough to let yourself be – all you know for sure is that Katsuki has a smile on his face every time you have your body in a bind.

Sometimes you giggle and put the cuffs on him – and he’ll do a little muscle dance for you to keep you smiling, looking at you with that very deep red and playful look, watching you try and tease him with feather-light touches and chaste little pecks – waiting for him to snap, break free and punish you hard for being a little brat.

Underwear

on/off? normal/lingerie? naked? colors?

Of course, you make him groan when you wear those spicy intricacies of red lace and mesh – those fiery and flowery patterns of expense that leave little to the imagination and are better left off on the floor after he rips them off you.

But on the other hand – he thinks he finds you sexiest when you’re wearing comfy cotton boxers and no bra but hissignature black T-shirt with the skull print.

When you look like the very epitome of at home.

There’s just something about seeing you in comfy clothing – be it pajamas or his silly merch, or one of his shirts that just dwarfs you – it’s nice seeing you so natural around him. Clean of all makeup with a pair of fuzzy socks on your feet – looking goofy and cute as you shuffle over to him.

And there’s something very soothing about it, too, in how it feels so trivial and personal and right – reserved only for him, as though something you’re only comfortable with him seeing.

tip-jar: Kofi

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eijirousbestie · 1 year

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I love love love your bakugou x artist reader trope please we need more of it it’s so wholesome i have read it on repeat since you upload it 💗💗💗

Aahh thank you so much!! Kinda grew attached to it myself so I’m glad to hear y’all love it sm<33 This is definitely a series I plan on continuing🤟🏽 this part is kinda more goofy than anything else but I promise there’s fluff near the end<33

“Fuck around and find out”

he loses his drumsticks

missing rug

using an art supply as a weapon?

nonverbal apology

can’t admit he’s wrong for SHIT

Clay is never easy to work with and you’d be foolish to think it is. It’s messy, dries relatively quickly and dirties up every surface it graces. You swear your sculpting professor is out to get you with these ridiculous projects. From cardboard cutouts to detailed portraits to clay. It’s a madhouse in the art department.

Using your modeling tool, you try to carve into the block of raku clay that cost an arm and a leg to buy from the university’s private art supply store. It was a blessing and a curse to have it so conveniently placed right across the hall from your sculpting class. The clay and tool alone cost you $27 that you’ll never see again. This degree better be worth it. You look at your desk partner and see that she’s going to town on her clay block. She cuts, carves and scoops at it like she’s done it a thousand times over. Clay sculpting is a completely different wheelhouse you’re not used to but you’re always willing to learn. Hopefully fast.

You quickly check your phone, residual dried clay sprinkling onto the screen as you click on it. 7:50 PM. It’s time to wrap it up for the day. Almost in sync, your professor calls time and you all begin to clean up. You clean off your work station diligently and swing your bag over your shoulder, wishing everyone a good night as you leave. The walk to your car is peaceful. The night is quiet and the air is cool and clear. Truth be told, you were opposed to taking a night class at the start, probably afraid you’d get jumped at night or something irrational like that. But now it’s what you look forward to during the week. Being left alone with your own thoughts and decompressing from the day in the evening is just so therapeutic. Finally making it to your car, you get in, closing and locking the door after. Now that your hands are free from dried clay, you go through your missed messages for the evening. As soon as you turn off do not disturb your screen is flooded with missed calls and text notifications. Your eyes widen and confusion floods your mind as you scroll to the very first message.

#1 Hater🏆: yo, lost my drumsticks. you seen em?

delivered 6:15 PM

#1 Hater🏆 missed call

#1 Hater🏆: yeah you totally took em u little shit

delivered 6:30 PM

#1 Hater🏆 missed call (2)

#1 Hater🏆 missed call (4)

#1 Hater🏆: ik damn well you’re not ignoring me rn

#1 Hater🏆: i’ll go in your room rn and throw out that shitty rug. keep playin

delivered 7:05 PM

You laugh at his empty threat of a message and roll your eyes. What he had against your rug, you didn’t know. Buying a rep was cheaper than the real thing. KAWS is not a brand that’s in your tax bracket. And of course you didn’t know where his drumsticks were. He usually keeps all his music equipment locked away somewhere so it’s most likely his fault for losing them. You’re about to turn off your phone when a ping sounds from your device, a new message shining brightly on your screen.

#1 Hater🏆: forgot you were at your night class. probably got me on dnd anyways

#1 Hater🏆: still gonna give you hell for stealing my shit tho

delivered 8:03 PM

You type back a quick reply.

You: don’t have ur sticks. touch my rug and u die. I’ll be back in 5 to kick ur ass for blaming me

You shut your phone off and start your car, pulling out of the parking lot and driving back to the dorms.

Once you’re back you walk through the living room and make a beeline to your room. You open your door and what you see inside is enough to fuel nightmares. A rather deranged looking Bakugou has his hip leaned up against your windowsill, arms crossed over his chest as a single lamppost from outside your window illuminates one side of his face. He looks at you. Stares even and doesn’t say a single word.

“Is there a reason you’re just sitting in the dark like a weird-ass Disney villain or?” You flick on the light switch next to the door, drenching your room with light. It’s only then that you notice your floor is rather bare. This motherfucker.

He must have seen your reaction judging by the way his eyes follow your gaze to your now exposed wood flooring. A shit eating grin spreads across his face, damn near splitting it in two. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You’d hate to beat his ass over something so trivial but it’s getting harder to restrain yourself. You force yourself to look him in the eyes as you speak very very carefully.

“Kats… you wouldn’t happen to know where my rug is would you?”

He straightens up and walks towards you, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his sweats, a cocky bounce in his stride.

“Dunno. My shit’s missing too. Must be a ghost or somethin’.” Not a lick of remorse escapes his mouth. He’s smug. He’s proud of himself and he even came back to the scene of the crime just to taunt you. Your left eye twitches, patience wearing thin.

“I’ll ask you one more time for the sake of being generous. Where. Is my. Rug.” He shrugs and feigns innocence.

“Fuck around and find out.”

The hell did he just say? Is he really trying to pick a fight right now? Usually you’re the one keeping the peace but this man has now dragged your innocent rug into his thick headed nonsense. You chuckle in disbelief and look at the ground, shaking your head slightly.

“‘Fuck around and find out?’ Huh… aight then.” Bag still slung over your shoulder, you unzip the smallest pocket and pull out the modeling tool you used earlier for your sculpting class. You grip it tightly in your palm, the pointed edge facing outwards. Bakugou’s cocky façade waivers a bit but he doesn’t show it. His left eyebrow quirks up in interest.

“Tryna stab me with an art supply?” You’re not really gonna stab him. Just scare him into giving you your stuff back. Maybe…

“You said fuck around and find out right? So imma fuck you up til I find out where my shit is.” You drop your bag on the ground and rush at him all at once. His once calm demeanor switches to sudden shock and he moves to dodge your swing.

“Dude what the fuck!? Will you chill?” He doesn’t know whether he’s shouting in annoyance or fear, though he’ll never admit the latter. You turn around to where he’s standing behind you, modeling tool still tightly clutched in hand.

“Give me my shit back then!”

“Cmon it’s a shitty knock off. You really gonna stab me over a $30 rug?”

“And you really stole a $30 rug over a $15 pair of drumsticks?”

“Cuz you stole em!”

“I didn’t steal anything. I don’t even know where you keep them Kats! Plus I haven’t been in the dorms since 8 this morning.” His face stills and his brain sorts through what you’d just said. It made sense really. Today was your long day this week. You’d been gone from 8 AM to 8 PM.

He straightens up from his defensive stance and looks away, rubbing the back of his nape. “Okay well even if you didn’t take em, still don’t know where they are. Everyone’s a suspect right now.”

“Then why aren’t everyone else’s things missing?”

He shakes his head and corrects you. “Nah, I took a piece of everyone’s shit too not just you. It’s all stashed til someone fesses up.” You stare at him like he’s grown two heads, face turned up in disapproval and disbelief.

“Aight Kats whatever. You know it’s not me, so can I please have my rug back?” At this point you where drained from classes and just wanted to rest. Not to mention using the last of your energy to attack this idiot.

He walks to your door and opens it, the creak of the door signaling his great escape. “Ask me nicely.” He’s closing the door behind himself now, but you’re quick to yell out.

“Dude are you seriou-”

“Under the bed.” With that, he closes the door and you’re left in silence. You kneel on the ground and look under your bed and just as he said, your rug is there safe and sound. You pull it out from its hiding spot and place it back in its respective spot on the floor. You let out a deep sigh of relief which can be heard by the eavesdropping figure just outside your door. He chuckles to himself and walks to his room. Truth be told he found his drumsticks minutes before you came back to the dorms. He was just too embarrassed to tell you he found them after misplacing them himself and blaming you for it. Plus, it was more fun this way. Minus the potential stabbing part.

#bakugou headcanons #bakugou katsuki #mha headcanons #mha drabbles #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou fic

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bakugosbratx · 2 years

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im not too happy with my body right now :((

maybe a bakugou x fem reader with a belly?

Katsuki x Chunky fem! Reader HC’s

Warning: 18+ Content. Weight, spanking, some sexual activity mentioned, oral (fem receiving), choking mentioned.

A/N: as someone who is plus size, just know that you are beautiful. Your weight doesn’t dictate your beauty. Katsuki loves us for all of our curves. I made this a HC to get more of my point across for the girlies who are not liking themselves right now! I hope this helps, babies 🤍

Tags: @decayish @kxkyuu @bakugousbrat @dienamights @rainne-cloud @vinny-likes-to-play21 @ssplague @ebiharachan @angie-1306 @fransuki @lil-miminini @ahbeautifulexistence @peachyquing @awilddreamermain @milkthistletea

Call me bias but Katsuki loves him some plus size women. I mean that, too. Like, we are just his type.

Our plush thighs, our bellies, our arms, everything is perfect to him.

He loves to lay on our bellies as he relaxes after a hard day of hero work. Your thighs are just perfect to keep him feeling safe and warm.

Katsuki is not ashamed to hold our hand out in public.

He also encourages us to wear that bathing suit we swear up and down wouldn’t look good on us because the only opinion that matters is his.

He makes you do daily affirmations until you learn to love yourself.

Katsuki also doesn’t judge what we eat nor makes us workout. Just because he likes to keep his body a certain way, he never puts that onto us.

You want that extra serving of food? You better get you some or else Katsuki will kick your ass for remaining hungry.

If anyone ever judges you or even so gives you a dirty look, he’s killing them.

Don’t ever be ashamed to go shopping in certain plus size stores either! Katsuki came from fashion designer parents. He secretly loves helping you pick out clothes that make you feel good about yourself.

Katsuki is very muscular. So, he loves that he gets to hold us so tightly and closely. Our curves are nothing more than for him to love.

A lot of us chunky girls don’t like to talk about it, but we do be having fat pussies and guess what? Katsuki eats that shit up like it’s his birthday. He loves pleasing us.

Katsuki loves that we have love handles so when he fucks us, he has something else to hold onto other than our neck or wrist.

And don’t get me started when he be hitting it from the back, girlies. Woo! He loves hearing us moan in pleasure and seeing the way our bodies move from him making us feel so good.

When I tell you, sit 👏🏻 on 👏🏻 this 👏🏻 man’s 👏🏻 face 👏🏻 I mean it. He will be pissed if you don’t. “I’m scared you can’t breathe.” He doesn’t care. If you take him out, he would be honored. Sit on his face. Do it.

You think your too heavy to be picked up? Oh, honey. You are terribly mistaken. Katsuki is picking your ass up and fucking you on the nearest surface with no problems at all.

You think you can be a brat to him? You’ll be put over his knee so fast. That ass of yours is fun to mark up. Plus he enjoys seeing the way it jiggles.

Whenever Katsuki degrades us in the bedroom, our weight is never even a thought in his mind. If he even hears you say one bad thing about yourself, he’ll fix that shit right there.

Overall, Katsuki just loves us for who we are. Never be ashamed of your body because Katsuki finds us so beautiful.

©bakugosbratx

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mhathotfic · 2 years

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This is a long overdue thirst piece about pit bull hybrid Bakugou

Warnings: hybrid au, breeding kink, mild somnophilia and dry humping, sorta hurt comfort like if you squint?, mentions of past abuse and fighting, fem/afab reader, vaginal sex described, dubious consent cliffhanger ending because I got tired but don’t worry there will be a part 2

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

He doesn’t understand her.

How she could be so kind to someone with his past. No fear or hesitation, like she didn’t see his scars or cropped ears. Like she was unaware of how he’s won fighting tournament after tournament just to survive because winning meant living another day.

He doesn’t understand her, but he was grateful none the less. Happy she saw his tattered and bruised form and took the chance on him despite his risky reputation.

He didn’t have to fight for the privilege of food, it was a readily available right for him to enjoy. Didn’t have to make do with dirty stained clothes that weighed heavy with the reminders of his desperate for life actions. He actually got to bathe and keep himself clean and well groomed. Didn’t have to worry about where he slept at night, being given a room of his own as well as access to hers whenever he needed

He loves her, but he knew he was probably ruining everything he had right now yet he couldn’t stop his rutting hip.

He didn’t know when his feelings started to shift, but that frankly didn’t matter at the moment. If she woke up in this moment she’d be beyond disappointed and disgusted, he was sure.

Who wouldn’t be if they opened their home to someone like him only for him to lose his sense of self control? Who would be so forgiving if they wake up to his heavy pants and desperate attempt to pleasure himself by dry humping their ass?

He knew it was fucked, but he convinced himself that it’ll just be this once. He’d been so good! He had tried so hard to ignore this! He really had, but he could smell her ovulating and knew she had been masturbating just moments before she went to bed.

He could just feel his lust build like a boiling pot about to spill over and he was convinced that this was better than breaking down and begging to stick his knot in her. The thought of which pushed him over the edge with a howling moan forcing its way out his throat.

“W-what are you doing?”.

Fuck.

“I… listen I just—” “Katsuki, you’ve been here a year, you don’t think I’ve noticed how you get before my period?”.

He didn’t hear that right, right? This has to be some fucked, shitty fantasy he’s using to escape his reality. This couldn’t be her actual response.

“It’s kinda cute to see you tongue tied, but I would really like my normal Tsuki back now” and like she knew that somehow touching her would snap him out of his stupor, she guided his hand over clothed pussy. Letting him feel how she was beginning to soak through her panties and telling him to do what has to, what he’s been wanting for so long.

“You could’ve saved us both some fuckin’ time and told me before dumbass!” he snapped not even bothering to wait even just a moment more.

With a growl he tore her panties off her and positioned her on her hands and knees, too excited to finally feel her little cunt around him to deal with foreplay when he knew she was already worked open just enough for him to fuck her now.

Besides, judging from her needy moan and bracing herself for his thrust, she didn’t care if this was rushed and messy this first round either.

The only time she had to adjust being when he sank his cock into her, enjoying the way she parted around him, but once he was settled he was absolutely relentlessly in his goal of knotting her.

“Gonna knot you and breed you so fuckin’ good, you want that don’t you?” he growled tugging her head back to give her a sloppy kiss. Letting her know exactly what she was getting into for the rest of the night.

#katsuki bakugou x reader smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader smut #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader smut #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader smut #bakugou x reader #tw dubious consent

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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year

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notes from op ; not an exhaustive list but all major fics are included. if you want to see more thoughts and one-off shitposts about bakugou specifically, you can check my #katsuki <3 tag

all characters written aged over the 18, usually early twenties.

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✮ [ FUCK YOUR INHIBITION ] | [NSFW, 18+ ] | WC ; 10.2k

SYNOPSIS ; Who knew that the boudoir pictures you’ve been getting off too your whole life would look so much better in person?

TAGS ; LARGE AGE-GAPS (19 yrs.), AFAB + Masc!Reader, Runaway / Delinquent!Reader, Fighting / Violence, Retired Pro-Hero Bakugou, Top!Reader, Bottom!Bakugou, Oral(Both!Recieving)

More specific tags on the fic.

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✮ [ A GLIMPSE OF US ] | [NSFW, 18+ ] | WC ; 19.8k

SYNOPSIS ; You always felt like a stand-in in their relationship. Why wouldn’t you be? But you hoped that at least once, he saw you for what you were. That all those years together meant something more.

TAGS ; Bakudeku x Fem!Reader, Polyamory Negotations, Angst, Heavy Hurt/Comfort, Smoking / Nicotine Dependence, Miscommunication, Happy Ending / Getting Together, Threesomes, Oral (M+F!Recieving), Double Penetration, Anal, No

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✮ [ I JUST WANNA BE YOURS ] | [NSFW, 18+] | WC ; 6.4k

SYNOPSIS ; Bakugou drops by your place and the two of you resolve some long standing tension in your kinda, sorta new relationship.

TAGS ; PWP, Fluff + Smut, AFAB + GN!Reader, Established Relationship, Oral (Reader!Recieving), Riding, Dirty Talk, Petnames, Overstimulation.

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✮ [ THEY DON'T LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO ] | [NSFW, 18+] | WC ; 12.2k

SYNOPSIS ; You don't discuss your sex life with Bakugou. When he learns what you get up to, he can't help but be interested.

TAGS ; Pegging, Dom + AFAB+ GN!Reader, Sub!Bakugou Porn with Feelings, D/S Dynamics, Anal (M!Recieving), Oral (M+Reader!Recieving), Double Ended Harness, Aftercare

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✮ [ BLOOM ] | [NSFW, 18+] | WC ; 6.2k

SYNOPSIS ; 5 times you get on Bakugou's nerves and 1 time you don't.

TAGS ; 5+1 Fic, Mutual Pining, Idiots to Lovers, Getting Together, Implicit Nsfw

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✮ [ AM I WARM ENOUGH FOR YOU? ] | [SFW] | WC ; 5.6k

SYNOPSIS ; You speak to your soulmate in your dreams. He doesn't seem happy to see you. TAGS ; Soulmate AU, Fem!Reader, Mild Angst, Fluff, Alcohol

—✮ SHORT FIC [1k+]

✮ [ THE DEVIL WHO ADORES YOU ] | [SFW] | WC ; 1.1k

SYNOPSIS ; Katsuki wants to convince you to join him. he wants to love you in the light

TAGS ; GN!Reader (They have horns though), Forbidden Love, Angel!Bakugou, Devil!Reader, Religious Imagery, Age-Gap (Older!Reader)

✮ [ THROUGH THE CURRENT ] | [SFW] | WC ; 1k

SYNOPSIS ; You get into an accident trying to protect bakugou and he doesn’t take it well.

TAGS ; Angst, Pre-Relationship, GN!Reader, One-Sided Arguing

✮ [ PLEASE KISS ME WHEN YOU LEAVE ] | [SFW] | WC ; 2.7k

SYNOPSIS ; In the rare moments you and your boyfriend get in a spat, he thinks to himself how terrible it’d be to lose you.

TAGS ; GN!Reader, Programmer!Reader, Making-up, Mild Angst, Resolved Arguments, Established Relationships.

✮ [ CALLS HOME ] | [SFW] | WC ; 1.3k

SYNOPSIS ; Katsuki hates nosy interviews, but maybe coming clean about his love life will get these people off his back.

TAGS ; GN!Reader, Pure Fluff, Established Relationship, Reader is a Support Items Engineer

✮ [ LADY PRINCE ] | [SFW] | WC ; 1k

SYNOPSIS ; Bakugou thinks his patrol partner is the worst.

TAGS ; Fem!Reader, Fluff, Prince-Like!Reader, Tsundere!Bakugou

✮ [ ATTENTION SEEKING ] | [NSFW, 18+ ] | WC ; 1.3k

SYNOPSIS ; You punish the maid boy who keeps acting out in your presence

TRIGGER WARNING ; DUBCON, IMBALANCED POWER DYNAMIC.

TAGS ; GN!Reader, Referred to as 'Master of the House', Older!Reader, Caning / Corporal Punishment, Handjobs

✮ [ HALF-WAY THROUGH ] | [SFW] | WC ; 1.2k

SYNOPSIS ; Your boss is a stoic man, apparently full of surprises.

TAGS ; GN!Reader, Pre-Relationship, Boss!Bakugou x Secretary! Reader, Fluff

✮ [ EVERYWHERE WE'VE BEEN] | [SFW] | WC ; 1.2k

SYNOPSIS ; Bakugou hates most alphas. You are the third exception

TAGS ; Omegaverse, Alpha + GN!Reader, Omega!Bakugou, Scenting, Courting, Confession, Fluff.

✮ [ CUT TIES ] | [NSFW, 18+ ] | WC ; 2k

SYNOPSIS ; Bakugou lets you fuck his throat raw. you both like it a little more than you mean too.

TAGS ; Dom + AFAB + GN!Reader, Sub!Bakugou, Light Degradation, Face-fucking, Hair-Pulling, Praise, Oral (Reader!Recieving)

✮ [ ESCAPADES ] | [NSFW] | WC ; 1.6k

SYNOPSIS ; Bakugou always indulges your whims

TAGS ; AFAB!Reader (No gendered language but they are wearing a dress + heels), Established Relationship, Public Sex, Fingering, Riding, Fluff

✮ [ PRIMADONNA ] | [NSFW, 18+] | WC ; 1.2k

SYNOPSIS ; The pretty blonde who shows up to your job tells you to come find him.

TAGS ; Burlesque Dancer Bakugou, GN!Reader, Lapdances, No Explicit Porn but Mature Content

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SYNOPSIS ; Bakugou has always been easy to tease. When he gets braces, you can’t help but wanna tease him a little more.

TAGS ; Dom + GN!Reader, Sub!Bakugo, Braces!Bakugou, Teasing, Mean!Reader

✮ [ ITS YOU, ALWAYS ] | [SFW] | WC ; 1k

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TAGS ; GN!Reader, Injury, Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Pre-Relationship, Kissing

✮ [ HOUSEHUSBAND BAKUGOU ] | [NSFW, 18+ ] | WC ; 1.3k (EXTRA)

SYNOPSIS ; Bakugou hates waiting for you but you always make it worth it.

TAGS ; Househusband!Bakugou, Dom + GN!Reader, Anal (M!Recieving), Praise

✮ [ BULLY!BAKUGOU ] | [NSFW] | (PART ONE) (PART TWO) (EXTRA)

SYNOPSIS ; Bakugou is campus hotshot and number one obstacle in your life.

TRIGGER WARNING ; DARK CONTENT, DUBCON, MANIPULATION, CRUELTY, BULLYING.

TAGS ; Fem + AFAB!Reader, Public Sex, Oral (F!Recieving)

✮ [ LOVE WILL FOLLOW, SOMEWHERE ] | [SFW] | WC ; 2.4k

SYNOPSIS ; The only difference between a confession and a eulogy is a beating heart.

TAGS ; GN!Reader, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Yearning, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Purpleish Prose

✮ [ WINNER TAKES ALL ] | [SFW] | WC ; 1k

SYNOPSIS ; You and Katsuki make a bet. It doesn’t go how you hope.

TAGS ; Fluff, Fem!Reader, Pre-Relationship.

✮ [ HEAD DOWN ] | [NSFW, 18+ ] | WC ; 1k

SYNOPSIS ; Bakugou gets mean with you.

TAGS ; Degradation, Fem!Reader, Face-fucking, Spit.

✮ [ HEADCANONS ] | [SFW] | WC ; 1.2K

SYNOPSIS ; Various headcanons with no particular theme.

TAGS ; GN!Reader, Established Relationship

✮ [ SHOJOU MANGA ] | [NSFW, 18+ ] | WC ; 1.5k

SYNOPSIS ; The different way Bakugou kisses you.

TAGS ; GN!Reader, Established Relationship, Brief NSFW.

✮ [ LOVERBOY] | [SFW] | WC ; 1.5k

SYNOPSIS ; Bakugou picks you up from a frustrating work dinner and makes you fall in love all over.

TAGS ; Fem!Reader, Established Relationship.

—✮DRABBLES [400-999]

└✮ Lifestyle Sub Bakugou + Dom!GN!Reader 18+

└✮ Drunk Dancing + GN!Reader

└✮ Metaphors about running + GN!Reader

└✮ Realizing he likes you + GN!Reader

└✮ "What does love feel like for you?" + GN!Reader

└✮ Sharing Fruit + GN!Reader

└✮ Pegging + AFAB + GN!Reader 18+

└✮ "Are you okay? You look mad." / "That's just my face." + GN!Reader

└✮ "I'm too sober for this." + GN!Reader

└✮ Pussydrunk Bakugou + AFAB +GN!Reader 18+

└✮ “There are no such thing as happy endings." + GN!Reader

└✮ Comforting You Through A Bad Day + GN!Reader

└✮ Biting Him Till He Bleeds + GN!Reader 18+

└✮Catboy!Bakugou + GN!Reader

└✮ Soft Dom!Bakugou + Fem + AFAB!Reader 18+

└✮ Coming Home After Work + GN!Reader

└✮ Tipsy Flirting + Fem!Reader

└✮ First Times + Fem + AFAB!Reader 18+

└✮ Choking + AFAB!Reader 18+

└✮ Good Girl Reader x Curious Bakugou 18+

└✮ "You don't have to do this alone."

└✮ Dad!Bkg + Fem!Reader

└✮ Inexperienced!Bakugou x AFAB + Fem!Reader 18+

└✮ Love As An Infinity

└✮ Singing To Him + GN!Reader

└✮ Borrowing Your Shirt As A Pillowcase + GN!Reader

└✮ Fucking You with His Chain Hanging + Fem +AFAB!Reader 18+

└✮ Solo Male Masturbation + AFAB!Reader 18+

—✮ BLURBS [-400]

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