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₊˚ˑ༄ؘ：JEALOUS AIZAWA ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ： MDNI!

a/n; a jealous Aizawa a day, keeps the doctor away or smth like that… first time posting a smut fanfic pls be nice otherwise ill cry💔 this is inspired by a bot i saw last year.

— Public/Exhibitionism (semi-public), Domination/submission, Teasing/edge play, immobilization, Risk play. // F!Reader

Art made by me

/////// The Scent of Jealousy ////////

Affection and Shota Aizawa rarely show up in the same sentence—especially when it comes to you. Everyone at U.A. knows it. Between hero work, grading stacks of papers, and training the next generation, he keeps things strictly professional. And sometimes, that same stiff boundary sneaks into your nights at home, wrapping around him like a barrier you can’t always break through. You’re the only one brave enough to poke at it—teasing him about “love languages” like it’s a joke he’ll never quite get. He pretends he doesn’t hear it, but the truth is, it sticks in his head more than he’d like to admit.

He wonders, sometimes, if he’s been falling short. If maybe he should surprise you with dinner out, or just carve out a few hours where the world can’t touch you both. But patrols run late. Emergencies pop up. Papers pile higher than sleep ever does. He’s grown too used to the distance—the empty spaces in conversations, the nights spent shoulder to shoulder but feeling miles apart.

You’re both so used to people touching you that it shouldn’t faze him at all. Pinning, grabbing, blocking blows for a classroom full of wide-eyed students—it’s second nature. But the part he can’t shake is the way something tightens in his chest when he sees someone else’s hands on you. He tells himself it’s irrational. It’s part of the job—nothing more than muscle memory.

Still, some people don’t know when to stop. A hand that drifts too low, a shoulder pat that lingers, laughter too close to your ear. And today you had to wear that dress—the one he can’t ever quite get out of his head. The one that makes him want to lock the door and remind you exactly who you belong to. But instead, you’re standing in the bright hallway at U.A., catching everyone’s eyes in his favorite dress.

And then Present Mic—loud, shameless, with that grin that never shuts off—plants himself at your side. One arm thrown around your shoulders, voice booming right next to your ear like you’re his personal audience. Hizashi tosses you winks like candy, laughs too loud at jokes only he’s telling. And Shota knows it’s just Hizashi being Hizashi—he probably has no clue you’re already spoken for.

But when you’re standing there, smelling like Mic’s cologne, wearing that dress that should be just for him—something in Shota burns.

And for once, he’s done pretending it doesn’t bother him.

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Aizawa wasn’t just looking for you—he was hunting you, stalking the halls like a predator with your name carved into his mind. His eyes flicked through classrooms and empty corridors, cold and sharp, until he finally spotted you slipping past the janitor’s closet.

A shiver ran down your spine—like your body sensed him before your eyes did. You glanced over your shoulder just in time to see Shota closing the distance between you with that silent, lethal calm he wore like a second skin. You offered him a soft smile, lifted your hand to wave. He didn’t smile back. He didn’t slow down.

“Oh—Shota! I’ve been looking for yo—”

Your greeting died on your tongue when he grabbed your wrist, yanked you into the closet, and slammed the door behind you. The cramped space smelled faintly of disinfectant and old mops, but there was enough room for exactly what he had in mind.

Your back hit the wall with a dull thud, a startled gasp leaving your lips as he pressed close—so close you could feel the warmth rolling off him in waves. His hand tangled in your hair, turning your face toward the cold plaster.

“Shota—? What are you—”

You barely got the words out before his hips pinned yours to the wall. You felt him—hard, insistent, pressing through his pants against the curve of your backside. A tiny, helpless whimper escaped you, muffled against the wall.

“Shota… what if someone—what if we get—”

Your protest cut short when his voice growled low in your ear, rough with something feral and possessive.

“I can smell him on you,” he hissed, lips brushing your skin. “You know you’re mine, don’t you?” His teeth grazed the shell of your ear. “I won’t have you walking around reeking of another man’s cologne.”

He pressed harder against you, hips grinding just enough to make you squirm.

“I’m going to fuck his scent off you,” he murmured, each word dripping with dark promise. “Until all anyone smells on you is me.”

“What’s wrong?” you murmur, your tone teasing, wicked. You grind your hips up harder, feeling how solid he is behind you. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous, Shooo~…”

The nickname cuts through him like a spark to dry tinder. His fingers dig into your hips, enough to bruise. His breath ghosts hot over your neck as he snarls out, “Shut it.” His voice is rough, cracked open with that dark rasp that makes your stomach flutter.

You shiver when his stubbled jaw grazes your throat—sharp and scratchy, a stark contrast to the slow drag of his hands. He maps every inch of you, big palms sliding down your sides, gripping your thighs like he’s testing how far they’ll spread for him. Then he slides back up, dragging heat under your clothes until his fingers slip under your dress—tracing circles just beneath your belly, inching closer.

You can’t stop the tiny sound that slips out—half a gasp, half a plea. It earns you a low chuckle against your skin, his lips brushing your pulse. His hands creep higher, ghosting over your ribs before cupping your breasts through the fabric, thumbs flicking over your nipples until you’re squirming against him.

When he’s had enough of teasing, he bunches your dress up around your hips, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties. He pauses, breathing heavy against your ear—waiting for you to say it’s okay. You nod, just once, your cheek scraping the wall. That’s all he needs.

He drags the flimsy fabric down your thighs, lets it drop around your ankles. You hear the metal click of his belt unbuckling behind you, the soft rustle of his zipper. Then his cock—hot, thick, already leaking—nudges between your soaked folds. The blunt head slides through your slit, smearing slick along your thighs until you whimper at the drag.

You start to moan, but his hand clamps over your mouth—rough, calloused, claiming. “Quiet,” he growls into your ear, that possessive rasp curling hot in your gut. His hips shift—one solid push, and he’s inside. All the way, thick and heavy, stretching you open with that slow, merciless pressure that has your knees going weak.

Your muffled moan vibrates against his palm as he bottoms out—he’s not long, but he’s so wide you swear you can feel every ridge, every throb. He holds still for just a heartbeat, savoring the way you pulse around him, then pulls back just enough before driving in again—slow, deliberate, each thrust hitting deep enough to knock a breath from your lungs.

The closet is too small, too dark, but right now it’s the only world you know—just the smell of him, the rough drag of his hero uniform brushing your thighs, the obscene wet sounds where your bodies meet. He fucks you slow but unyielding, each roll of his hips a reminder—this is his, you’re his, and no one else gets to leave their mark on you.

And when your soft whimpers slip out under his palm, you feel him smile against your neck—dark and dangerous—before he murmurs low, “Good. Keep those pretty sounds for me only.”

Your breath hitches under his palm as his cock drags out slow, then sinks back in deep—again and again, each thrust a steady push that makes your thighs tremble. The cramped closet feels even smaller now, every creak of the door a reminder that someone could walk by, swing it open, see exactly what he’s doing to you. Maybe that’s why your pulse pounds so hard—why your walls flutter around him, clenching greedily on every deep stroke.

He feels it—of course he does. He grunts low, teeth grazing your neck, his free hand roaming your body like he’s memorizing every inch all over again. His fingers slide down between your legs, finding your swollen clit. He rubs it in slow circles, matching the pace of his hips, forcing you to feel every inch of him and then some.

Your muffled moan is swallowed by his hand, your back arching into the rough wall as pleasure curls tight in your belly. You feel him smirk against your skin, hear the rumble of a dark laugh that has your knees nearly buckling.

“Look at you,” he rasps, voice shredded with heat and a hint of jealousy that hasn’t faded. “Letting me fuck you like this. Anyone could hear… could see… but they won’t. Because you’re mine, aren’t you?”

You nod frantically, eyes squeezed shut, a soft whimper vibrating against his palm as your hips rock back into him, desperate for more. His thumb circles harder, faster—your thighs quiver as you fight to hold in a cry.

“Be good,” he growls, pressing his forehead to the back of your head, breath ragged. “Be quiet for me. You wanna come, don’t you? Take it. Take all of it, sweetheart.”

He thrusts deeper, harder now—each roll of his hips making filthy wet sounds echo in the tiny closet. You’re so close your vision sparks, your body trembling under the way he fills you, the way his hand keeps you silent, keeps you his.

You feel it building—tight, sharp, unstoppable. He feels it too, the way you clench so sweet around him, your slick dripping down his cock. He bites down gently on your shoulder, muffling a groan as his hips snap forward one last time.

You come undone with a muffled cry, your walls squeezing him so tight he curses under his breath. He fucks you through it, rough and deep until his own hips stutter, his growl breaking into a low, wrecked moan as he spills inside you—filling you so full you swear you can feel him pulsing deep, marking you where no one else ever will.

When it’s over, he stays there—hips pressed flush to yours, chest heaving against your back. His hand slips from your mouth, only to tilt your head back so he can press a kiss to your jaw—possessive and soft, in a way that’s almost sweet if not for the mess he’s made of you.

“Mine,” he murmurs against your skin, voice raw, satisfied, still hungry. “Next time, don’t let him touch you. Or I’ll remind you again.”

His fingers slip down to gather his cum dripping from between your thighs—smearing it back inside you with a low, dangerous chuckle as he pulls your panties back up. His cum tucked in and deep inside your pretty cunt.

“Now go back out there,” he breathes, zipping himself up while his eyes drink you in—your hair messy, your dress bunched up, his scent clinging everywhere. “Let everyone see exactly who you belong to.”

meanwhile…

Down the hall, a few students paused, ears perked.

“Did anyone else just hear that?” one whispered.

“Hear what?” another shrugged.

“Like… weird noises? Like grunting and a ‘shh’ or something?”

“Maybe it was just the janitor dropping his mop again,” someone said, trying to sound logical.

“No idea,” the first shrugged. “But it sounded… intense.”

They all shrugged and kept walking, none of them any closer to understanding what just went down.

Good lord…

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emsnonbinary · 1 month ago

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— through the garden

logan howlett x mutant!f!reader

rated e - 2.4k

tags: mutant!f!reader, (newly) established relationship, domestic predator/prey, a chase through the grounds, two cuties in love, flowers as a physical & metaphorical symbol for love, outdoor sex, PiV, creampie

a/n: part of heat waves. a little summer blorbo series ☀️ I imagined the reader in this to be the same as from eden - back when they first met 💖

“Think you’re cute? Tryin’ to run.”

The hot exhale of breath makes you shiver, even as you smile, “Didn’t think you’d catch up so easily. Thought I lost you in the garden.”

Logan scoffs, grip tightening, “Could find you anywhere, sweetheart.”

His voice pitching lower then, something just for you.

“Can’t hide from me.”

Logan finds you in the garden.

You hoped he would. Needing the open sky above him after so many hours spent inside training - almost as much as he needs you.

Finally leaning into that pull that has been woven between you since the beginning.

Taking root, blossoming in your ribcage until you felt full to bursting. Biting back soft sentiments, knowing it was too soon to voice something your heart had known for so long.

A silhouette that starts dark against the stone walls of the mansion. The familiar white tee and worn blue jeans streaked with a sunset of pink and orange as he moves closer.

That steady pace that you had picked up on, kneeling in the dirt. Weeds yanked from the root, exchanged for fresh bulbs. Eyes flicking towards the sounds of his steps. Slowly rising, and you wait - the heavy weight of your responsibilities shed out here.

Leaving just you and your thudding heart behind.

Your gaze meet his, that pretty shade of brown and green. Close enough now that he can catch the flash of your teeth with your grin and then -

You’re running.

There’s a surprised huff behind you - you can picture his frown, that drawn-together pull of dark eyebrows. A heartbeat passing, before the thud of his boots follow.

You knew he would. Unable to help, after he saw you. Some animal part inside him let free - enticing him into the chase.

Only your knowledge of the grounds and lightness of foot keeps you a step ahead. A laugh echos in the hedge garden - the press of your feet against worn stone, weaving down the paths. Ducking around berms, flowers that spill over in shade of pink and pale cream.

Following a trail you know as well as the back of your hand. Leading you deeper, and deeper into the grounds.

Anticipation spikes, with each heavy step behind you. The thudding spike of excitement and fear blending with the hope that he will catch up.

Heat already pooling low, with that tell-tale twinge of need. Damping the fabric between your thighs, as you flit through the thick line of trees.

Goosebumps prickle across your skin, sweat beading at the nape of your neck.

Just managing to make it through to other side. The long, dirt path before you, framed with the thin, pointed junipers you’d had tended yourself.

Only the roof of the mansion visible behind you through the tall grove as you peel off to the left, and race towards the lake.

The steps behind you coming faster on open ground, as your heart inches up your throat. Unhindered by the weight he carries now, making up for the time spent winding through trees.

Finally catching you, at the old tree by the edge of the water. Arms encircling your waist, ensnaring you as you gasp with surprise and pleasure.

A nose buried in your neck, as Logan crushes your back against his chest. Ignoring the way you wiggle in his grasp, the words almost growled out.

“Think you’re cute? Tryin’ to run.”

The hot exhale of breath makes you shiver, even as you smile, “Didn’t think you’d catch up so easily. Thought I lost you in the garden.”

Logan scoffs, grip tightening, “Could find you anywhere, sweetheart.”

His voice pitching lower then, something just for you.

“Can’t hide from me.”

And you know what he means. That it’s useless to try, not with his senses.

Not with the honey-sweet stickiness between your thighs, his own personal bouquet. A reveal one he loosened during one of your early nights together.

On another evening, you might be embarrassed. Reminded again how he must have known how you felt long before you told him. Cataloging the thundering of your heart. The look in your eyes, the perfume that bloomed across your skin.

Holding himself back for weeks, waiting for you to come to him. To finally take the offers he’d been dangling, wrapped up in slick innuendo - for what they really were.

The butterflies in your stomach burst from their branches. A thrill igniting, pulsing low. Awakening that dormant part inside you, one that wouldn’t mind a chase like this again.

And he senses it - that change inside you, as you squirm to face him. The way your eyes darken when they finally meet his own blown-wide ones, that hitch in your breath.

“And what are you going to do?” You manage, “Now that you caught me?”

His own gaze turning greedy. The flash of teeth in a knowing smile, before his mouth presses to yours.

Letting you feel what the chase - what you - did to him. His tongue dips against the seam of your lips as your hand flattens over his racing heart. How he tugs you flush until it’s impossible to miss the thick bulge in his jeans, straining against the zipper.

The words growled out, with the rut of his hips.

“Gonna take what’s mine.”

Your moan is swallowed, as you’re lowered with him. Tucked against the tree where so many afternoons had been spent beneath the sprawling branches.

Turning pages and lesson plans jotted down between stolen kisses.

Thighs split to make room for him, as the setting sun is blotted out by the breath of his shoulders. Arching over you - unable to stop touching, now that he has you.

It’s almost like you glow beneath him. The pleased curl of your lips, eyes half-lidded. Soaking in the sun all afternoon, warming you down to your bones.

Turning your limbs leaden, as he molds you to fit him. Elbows braced on broad shoulders as your arms twine around. A broad hand spanning across the small of your back, as you let him steal another kiss.

And then another.

You part for him. Moaning into the lick of his tongue. Fingers twisting into thick, dark hair - mussing its careful styling.

All the while his own hands wander. Nearly as methodical as the chase - brushing over learned places that send a shiver down your spine.

Jaw and neck, the pad of his thumb running over your sternum. A knuckle teasing the curve of your breast, as your teeth press against his lip.

Lower, lower.

He cups you, then - a palm curving against your cunt. Hips shifting, as he groans in your ear. Fingers toying at the hem of your shirt, inching it up until his other palm can slip beneath.

Kneading at your breast, feeling the tight bud of your nipple beneath the thin bra.

“We should-“ The start of a protest is half-hearted.

Your game had taken you away from the garden grounds. Unlikely to be disturbed this late in the evening.

And already you’re pressing into his touch - rolling your body until the heel of the hand below grinds against your clit.

“Don’t make me wait.”

Another moan slips free at his words - half command and half plea. Your own fingers sliding from his biceps, the fabric tugged taught over them. Up to lace behind his neck, and draw his mouth down to yours again.

Hunger licks at you both - in the part of your lips, how eager he is to deepen it. Your legs close around his hips as he leans into you, the hand leaving your core so his thigh can press between yours.

His hum echoing yours as the seam of your shorts pull taut, hinting at friction as he gives you something to grind against.

Relief and the need for more twisting together, as he flexes into the roll of your hips. Another nudge and then another, until your own plea slips free.

“Please, Logan.”

There’s another hum, amusement at your impatience - only breaking the kiss long enough to hike your thighs up. The hand leaving your tits to hook around your shorts and underwear. Yanking them down as your knees press against his chest, as his other hand works at the thick, silver belt buckle at his waist.

A sigh against your lips, as he tugs himself free. Pressing you back into the cradle of strong roots as he ruts against your thigh. Hot and heavy, smearing his need against your skin until you manage to reach down.

Fingers encircling the thick shaft of his cock, tipping it until the head nudges against your slit.

Logan is already bucking forward. Knowing you can take it - could smell how ready you were the moment he brought you to the ground.

“Fuck.” It’s ground out, as your heat wraps around him. The slick slide as he sinks in one inch, and then another, “S’what you needed, isn’t it? What you were waiting for.”

“Yes.” You pant, back arching, “Yes, I need it. Need you.”

Eyes fluttering as your ankles end up braced against a shoulder. The bite of his nails against your calf as he seats himself inside you, another betrayal at how deep his need runs as well.

Enough that leaning into it. Near bending you in half in an attempt to get closer. Needing to feel every inch notched deep inside you, pressed flush until the coarse hairs at the base of his cock tease at your clit. The slick drip of your cunt sticky against the heavy sack that rests against your ass.

Stripped down to your bones, you’re just like him.

Needing this as much as he does, still basking in the open air and the sinking sun above, even if you do have to bite back your sounds.

“More.” You manage instead, when he takes too long.

A rough sound in response, almost a growl, before it’s almost becoming too much. Another sharp, single thrust has you fully split open, before he begins short snaps of his hips to keep you full.

Bliss radiates inside you - your fingers quick to drift down, across your belly. Teasing at your clit, as his hands tighten around your legs. Using the leverage to lean back - to watch - as he’s dragged half-way out. The slick sound as he thrusts back in.

How your fingers twitch and stutter. Pressing harder. Lips parting in a pant as he sets a steady rhythm, thighs smacking against the curve of your ass.

Letting your fingers fist in his shirt. Wrinkling the fabric as your hips try to move to meet his. Gasping breath each time he stokes against a spot that brings out the midnight stars early.

Winding you higher, higher. A babble of “yes” and “please”, and “oh my god, don’t stop-“, tumbling from you over and over.

The seeds planted with the first steps of your chase starting to push to the surface, as your fingers trace down to feel him. A low grunt as they tease along his shaft, only to pull more of your slick arousal back up to the throbbing between your thighs.

His gaze snaps back to yours when the words peter out - catching the way you’ve gone stiff, breath held. Eyes half-lidded as your muscles flex beneath his palm, how your fingers move faster as you tighten around his cock.

“Logan-“

“I know.” It’s gritted out.

“Know you’re right fuckin’ there with me. Wanna feel you squeeze it, honey-“

The words cut off, with his groan. The long strokes turning shallow again as he grinds himself deep. His hands dropping to the gnarled roots below, the crack of bark as he chases his own end. Another sharp rut, before he’s spilling inside you.

Your answer is a loose tumble of sounds as you follow, with the throb of his cock. Fingers rubbing soaked flesh as the feel of the warmth spreading inside you sends you over the edge.

A cry cracks through the evening light, as the pleasure bursts from you. The small peppering of buds across the roots of the tree unfurling - petals twisting open as you pulse around him. Stretching out in all directions, blooming over your skin and twisting up the trunk of the tree.

The prick of rose thorns against your wrist. The petal unfurling on the peonies beneath you, as his hips slow. Camellia and gardenia worn like a second skin.

Out of season, but not for you.

It’s lucky, that he has his claws. The punch of metal through flesh, reflecting the sharp grin as he carefully cuts you free.

You’d be one with the earth, without it. Broken down into your base needs, blanketed the emotions buried so deep inside you.

Funny that the man who caused them, would be the one to free you as well.

Silken petals twirl between blunt fingers. A flash of red before the bud is tucked behind your ear. A rose blooming against your temple.

Logan’s expression must match yours, as his arm stretches out. Leaning into this garden you’ve created, cushioned with the physical manifestation of your heart - now worn so clearly on your sleeve.

“Yours, huh?” It slips from you. A call back to earlier - those growled out words as you wriggled in his arms.

“Yeah.” It’s husked out, “That gonna be a problem?”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you grin.

“Never.”

There’s a low huff, his own laugh, as his eyes tip up to the sky.

It used to bother you. The blooms. How obvious they made you feel. Nothing hidden, in the sprout of petal across your skin.

But right now-

You don’t think you’d have it any other way.

It takes longer to move. To find your leaden legs again. Tugged to your feet, heat warming your cheeks at you fix your clothes back in place.

Still not ready for the gossip. The teasing, despite everything and the affection laced within the words.

The grounds are dark now, as your hand fits in his. Taking the slower route back home, down the path and through the forest. The mansion looming back into view, as you’re drawn back into your life, once more.

“Logan, wait.”

You almost forget.

The blissful smile faltering as your bare feet dig into the ground. Plucking at the petals that still linger in your hair, trying to rid yourself of the evidence.

Still shy, at the way he affects you. How he makes you lose control - your shared tree will surely remain adorned, until tomorrow.

Hands close around your wrists. The brush of a thumb against your pulse, where your heartbeat thrums. Halting you, drawing them back down as he takes you in.

“Don’t.” Logan husks.

“I like ‘em.”

thank you so much for reading!! 💐 it seriously means the world 💖

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emsnonbinary · 1 month ago

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hiii ♡ big set coming thru !! ₊ ⊹ download: Patreon - Early Access (To be released July 7th)

please read the superr important info under the cut ☆.ᐟ

All items are base game compatible.

Enable bb.moveobjects for the shelves to work properly, clutter them first and then place them on the pegboard!

Highest polycount is 19k.

Check out the pink/pastel swatches preview!

All textures are 2048x2048.

Type [KS] to find my cc in game.

Please read my terms of use.

You can also make a custom donation on Ko-fi to support my work even further so i can continue to bring cc like this to you!

pcs credits!!

JELLYSELLE8761 Taehyungimpact zhouang1024 deadmanrunnins txtv3ndas

@okkotsoobi txt receipt

i'd love for you to tag me in your pics if you use this set ♥

thank you always for your support and patient wait ⭑.ᐟ

lots of love,

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second year 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤 BF 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨! (≡^∇^≡)

randoм collecтιon oғ вaĸυgo нeadcanonѕ вυт wнen нe'ѕ ιn a relaтιonѕнιp 😓.

(𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩)

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★ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩/𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 (𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶) ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

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! 𝘋𝘌𝘕𝘐𝘈𝘓 𝘋𝘌𝘕𝘐𝘈𝘓 𝘋𝘌𝘕𝘐𝘈𝘓 !

✶ Katsuki’s first instinct is to ignore it. He tells himself he needs to focus and stop being a ‘sappy asshole’ whenever he catches himself looking at you for too long. It bugs the shit out of him. The way his chest tightens when you laugh at something snarky he says, the way his ears turn pink when you stupidly praise him for being so awesome. He’ll tell himself he only reacts to you this way because you’re “decent at what you do” or “not as stupid as the rest.”

✶ He get’s weirdly defensive when someone like Sero or Kaminari approaches him in teasing him for the small smile he gave you during spar training. Like, visibly annoyed. “The hell are you talking about?! I don’t give a shit about ‘em.” He’ll say. Which is DEFINITELY not true.

! 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘧 !

✶ He starts to notice everything about you. What you smell like when you walk by, the way you bite your cheek when you’re concentrated, the face you make when you’re disgusted by a lunch item, the noises you flinch away from during class. It all becomes endearing for him to watch, and he does when you’re not looking. He gets uncharacteristically quiet when you’re around him and friends. Sometimes he just doesn’t know what to say. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous around you. His palms are sweatier and he tries to rub them on his clothes often so he won’t blow your face off or something.

✶ Nights when he’s alone, Katsuki will sit and brew over something you said earlier that day. He’ll question what you meant by it in his head and can’t sleep. He gets mad at himself for how long it lingers in his head.

✶ If you’re struggling with anything (carrying something, sparring, homework), he swoops in without question to assist you. During studying sessions, he’ll scoff as you’re struggling to answer a question. “Tch. Lemme do it. You’ll hurt your stupid brain thinking so hard.” He’ll grab the paper and explain it as he writes. It’s his way of caring in a sense. He worries about you but shows it in his own gruff way.

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! 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎 ✖‿✖ !

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✶ He himself and others around him start to realize he’s soft towards you. In ways that catch most off guard including him. He listens when you talk—like really listens. He remembers little details and surprises you with referencing to them or getting you something related to them. He starts acting weird. He offers to walk you home and then grumbles the whole time. He brings you your favorite snacks and shoves it in your hand like he’s angry about it.

✶ The little things you do for him make him want to pull his hair out. You could bring him water during a workout or training, stand up for him when someone tries to talk down his attitude, it all makes him so hot and bothered and he can’t get the feeling out of his chest. He tries to brush it off but you catch his expressions when you start to turn away. It’s like you know exactly what you do to him. That pisses him off.

✶ You’ll catch him staring sometimes. The second you look his way, he’ll snap his head away and mutter something under his breath. He’ll get unknowingly jealous without knowing why. You could be laughing it up with Kaminari and his jaw will clench. He doesn’t understand why it pisses him off so much, but slowly learns it because he DOES like you. He has to learn to accept it.

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! 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘍𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝘛𝘐𝘔𝘌.! ღ

𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩

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Bakugo’s hands were shoved deep in the pockets of his training sweatpants. His jaw was tight and his eyes were glued to the cracked sidewalk as the both of you walked back to the dorms. You panted, still a little out of breath from the intensity of the training. The night air was cool against your sweaty skin, filled with the scent of ozone from Bakugo’s explosions. Usually, the walk was when he’d start murmuring and critiquing your footwork, stance, what you could do better. But tonight he was quiet.

You stole a glance at him, watching the way his shoulders were still stiff. The usual fire in his eyes was there, but it felt… restrained. Like he was fighting himself.

“Katsuki?…” you asked, voice soft between your breaths.

He stopped. So sudden you nearly kept walking without him. You turned, knitting your brow. “What’s wrong? Are you oka—“

Bakugo stared at the ground and clenched his fists. “Shut up already and listen up.” He muttered. The silence stretched. You opened your mouth but didn’t say anything in response.

Finally, he let out a shaky breath, one he’d been holding for too long. “I’m fuckin’ tired of acting like I don’t feel anything,” he said, his voice barely above a growl, but his words trembled at the edges. “Every goddamn day I’m around you, I’m losing my mind. I can’t stop thinkin’ about you. And I don’t know how to deal with it.”

He finally looked at you, eyes burning like firelight, but there was something vulnerable beneath the usual intensity. Something raw. “I like you, damn it,” Bakugo said, like it physically hurt him to admit, but like it would kill him more not to. “There. I said it. I don’t know what the hell I’m doin’, but I know I like you.”

His chest rose and fell hard, as if saying it out loud had knocked the wind from him. “Do what you want with that.” His gaze flicked away again, fists trembling as if bracing himself for rejection or laughter or worse—your silence.

But you stepped forward instead. Slowly. Gently. He winced a little, taking a step back out of instinct of feeling you so close. Katsuki’s breath hitched and he stared at you with sharp eyes. Even so, he stayed rooted, swallowing hard as his eyes flickered to your lips, then back up. His expression was a mix of desperation and confusion all at once.

“Finally your stubborn ass can admit it.” You joke, shaking your head with a smile. He scoffs and scowls down at you but with no heat behind it.

There’s a silence before he speaks up. “I—don’t know how to do this. This whole love thing.” He admits, feeling more comfortable just standing there knowing you accept his feelings. He feels you get closer and he wiped his palms on his pants before you reach for his hands.

“That’s okay,” you say, voice low but sure. “You don’t have to know how to do it.” Your thumbs gently trace over his knuckles, grounding him, melting the tension in his shoulders. “I can teach you. We can figure it out together.”

Bakugo stares at you, wide-eyed for a heartbeat, like he can’t believe how easy you made it sound.

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{ ᴵᴹ ᶠᵁᶜᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᵂᴱᴬᴷᴵᴺᴳ }

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𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 ♥

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✶ At first, Katsuki has no idea where to put himself around you. His instincts scream at him to act like nothing’s changed and it’s just a closer relationship with you, but his hands hesitate to even touch you sometimes. He’ll be walking beside you and his hand will twitch in place like he wants to grab it but he’ll hesitate every single time. The first time he pushes himself to actually grab your hand, it’s fast and aggressive. Once your fingers gently lace with his, he lets out a breath he was holding for way too long and relaxes more.

✶ He tries so hard not to be soft in public or in school, but he can’t stop but glance at you when you aren’t looking or smile when you say something with a lot of excitement. His classmates stop teasing him when they realize how serious he is about you. Especially if he starts to do PDA around them after getting more comfortable.

✶ The kisses are clumsy sometimes and he’ll accidentally bump his teeth with yours, causing you to laugh and pull away. He’ll growl angrily but you grab his face and press his lips back to yours before he has the chance to blow up. He starts to slow down with his kisses when you show him how it’s really done and he gets insanely good at it. He’s practically hooked on your kisses so he likes to ask when you guys are alone. Claims he “needs the practice.”

✶ Bakugo learns how to be with you. You start spending time together without needed much words. There’s banter here and there, but you two are comfortable just in the presence of each other. he becomes your safe place, and you become his. He’ll struggle sometimes with showing just how much he cares and expressing himself, but he truly does try. He’ll get advice from Kirishima or even Izuku. And when he finally says ‘I love you,’ it’s quiet and gruff but filled with more meaning than you could ever imagine. He doesn’t say it often, but he shows it in his actions.

!? 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴?!

✶ He’s sorta awkward with asking you, but it was the thought that counted. After classes on Thursday, he asked you, “you busy Saturday?” to which you replied with a “No, I don’t think so, why?”

✶ When he told you that his mom wanted to meet you, and his dad too, you almost choked on your spit. He was obviously nervous just asking you, and even worse when you arrived at his house. His ears were bright pink and he looked off to the side. You had brought his mom a bouquet of flowers with the stupidest grin on your face. He rolls his eyes at you and gestures for you to come in. He warned you beforehand that his mom was a handful, and his dad was more chill so you were gonna be alright. He said that mainly for himself but hey.

✶ When you walk in, Mitsuki Bakugo greets you with a smirk and a hug. “So this is the one who’s managed to put up with the brats temper, huh?” She shakes your hand and you giggle as Katsuki grumbles. His father comes into the area and greets you as well with a handshake and a bow. The dinner is everything like you had expected, which was a good thing. His parents were so nice to you, treating you with respect for managing Katsuki for so long. It was comedic and you laughed more that night than you had in a few months.

🆃🅷🅰🆃🆂 🅸🆃 🅼🆄🅰🅰🅷🅰🅷🅰🅷🅰 (≡^∇^≡)

who should i do next ?

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emsnonbinary · 1 month ago

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Cherry sicle

Aged up | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

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It was so disgustingly hot outside.

The kind of sweltering, heavy heat that clung to your skin like a second layer, made your clothes feel suffocating, and had your apartment feeling like a damn oven. Japans summer was unforgiving, the kind that laughed in the face of fans and made cold showers feel like temporary band-aids.

And of course—of course—your AC unit decided to die in the middle of it. You’d spent all morning half-naked and half-insane, flipping breakers, poking at the old buttons, and even slapping the side of the unit like that would magically bring it back to life.

Nope. The thing stayed dead, buzzing weakly like it was mocking you.

After fifteen minutes of sweating and swearing, you gave up and flopped on your couch in a tank top with no bra and the thinnest pair of cotton shorts you owned. Then you grabbed a popsicle from the freezer—one of the last few—and pressed it to your neck before bringing it to your lips with a groan.

You sat there melting. Skin damp, thighs sticking to the leather. Tank top clinging to your chest. You looked like a heatstroke waiting to happen.

You were so desperate you even texted him.

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You [1:42 PM]:

- my ac is broken and i’m literally melting

- can u come yell at it or punch it or something??

Bakugou [1:43 PM]:

- i’m not a fuckin repairman

- go stand in the freezer

You [1:43 PM]:

- katsukiiiii pls i’ll owe you 😩🥵🙏

Bakugou [1:44 PM]:

- …be there in 15

- don’t die

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You perked up instantly, grabbing another popsicle just in case—something cold to survive until he arrived. You were licking it lazily when you heard the knock, then the door creaked open like he owned the place.

“You better not be dead or passed out half-naked,” he grumbled, kicking off his shoes and stepping inside. But when his eyes landed on you? He stopped. Just—stared.

You were laying on the couch, propped up on one elbow, sweat shining on your skin. Popsicle in your mouth, red juice glistening on your lips. Your tank top clung to your chest like a second skin, the outline of your nipples clearly visible, and your tiny shorts had ridden up just enough to give him a dangerous glimpse of thigh.

“…Seriously?” he muttered, trying to look anywhere but directly at you. “You wearin’ that on purpose?”

You blinked, confused. “What? No—it’s just so hot, I thought I was gonna die. This is literally all I could stand to put on.”

His jaw tightened. “Right.”

You took another slow lick of the cherry popsicle and smirked without realizing it. “You want one?”

He looked like he was in hell. “No.”

You sat up, licking the tip dramatically. “Sure? It’s cold. Kinda saving my life right now.”

“Yeah, I can fuckin’ see that,” he muttered, voice dropping an octave.

He stomped over to the AC unit like it had personally offended him. You watched him crouch down, hands already tugging at the wiring, sweat beginning to bead along his neck and arms. The tank top he was wearing stuck to his back, and his arms flexed every time he pulled at something.

God, he was glowing.

“Is it fixable?” you asked sweetly, swinging your legs a little.

“Dunno yet,” he muttered, not looking at you—trying not to look at you. “But this shitty-ass unit hasn’t been cleaned in fuckin’ years.”

You took a bite of your popsicle, cheeks puffing a little from the cold, and he caught the motion out of the corner of his eye. His jaw ticked again. He stood up, wiping his forehead with the back of his arm, and looked back at you—finally. Big mistake.

You were sucking the melting popsicle slowly, thighs rubbing together as the heat got to you. Your lips were red and shiny. Your skin flushed. You weren’t even trying—but fuck if you weren’t the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life.

And he hated how tight his pants were getting.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he muttered under his breath, not even hiding the way his eyes dropped to your chest. “Swear to god.”

You tilted your head, playful. “What?”

“You sittin’ there like that. With that popsicle. Wearin’ that fuckin’ shirt. In this fuckin’ heat. You know what you’re doing.”

You licked a slow stripe up the side, teeth catching the end as you shrugged. “I really don’t. I’m just hot.”

Bakugou groaned, wiping the sweat from his brow again like that might help.

You held the popsicle up toward him. “Want a taste?”

He didn’t answer. Just took it from your hand—and wrapped his lips around it slowly, tongue curling around the end as he sucked the melting juice from it. Then he pulled back, lips wet and stained red.

“I got something sweeter.”

You blinked, heart jumping. “Oh yeah?”

“Mm.” His hands were on you in seconds—gripping your thighs and lifting you off the couch like it was nothing. He walked you to the kitchen, set your ass on the counter, and stood between your legs, his breath hot and heavy.

“Bet your mouth would look even better wrapped around me.”

You gasped, legs squeezing around his waist. “You’re so full of yourself.”

He grinned, cocky but flushed, his pants tented against your inner thigh. “And you called me over like this, actin’ all innocent—like you didn’t know exactly what you were doin’.”

You shivered, but not from the cold. His hands slid under your tank top, palms warm against your sticky skin. “You said you were hot, right?” he growled.

You nodded, breathless. “So hot…”

“Good.” His lips grazed your neck. “Let me help you sweat it out.”

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emsnonbinary · 1 month ago

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ᱬ⛧ jealousy, jealousy ~ k. bakugou

sum: just some jealous! bakugou thoughts

pairing: katsuki bakugou x girlfriend! reader

content: 18+ - mdni. jealousy p in v, language, dirty talk, possessive talk, implied/suggested multiple rounds, marking, cream pie, brief cum plugging, reader gets called princess/baby/good girl, general NSFW content.

a/n: a rework of a request from my wattpad days, and another instalment in the jealousy, jealousy series! this time featuring our favourite explosive boy. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 1.2k

links: jealousy, jealousy masterlist | bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

jealous! bakugou who will be more than happy to show when he's in a jealous mood. who'll not back down without a fight where you're concerned.

jealous! bakugou who'll not hesitate to send explosions towards the poor soul who's entered your personal space. who lets out a growl as he stomps towards where you're standing.

jealous! bakugou who wraps a hand on your hip and pulls you to him, not too hard to hurt you, just enough to make sure the other extra gets their hands off you as soon as possible.

jealous! bakugou who'll grip a hold of the poor soul's collar, pulling them close, close enough for them to flinch when he yells at them. "oi extra. what the fuck do you think you're doing?", "care to tell me why you're touching my girlfriend?" and "she's my girl, got that?".

jealous! bakugou who once the person he's grabbed a hold of agrees, lets go of them as he feels you tugging on his arm. who huffs out before grabbing your hand and stomping off with you in tow.

jealous! bakugou who'll slam doors once he reaches his room, to let your roommates know he's pissed off. who knows that they'll keep clear if they value not only their lives but their hearing as well.

jealous! bakugou who picks you up and throws you onto his bed, chuckling deeply when you gasp in surprise. who'll slowly crawl over you until he has you caged between his arms and body. "people think they can touch what's mine" and "they're fucking wrong, you're mine".

jealous! bakugou who loves to place rough kisses on your neck, biting and sucking to make sure he marks you for everyone to see. who'll always favour leaving a huge love bite with smaller ones dotted around it. "looks like i'll have to remind those fuckers and you, my peach, who you belong to".

jealous! bakugou who mutters to himself while he does this. who likes to press his body into yours, groaning at the way you push back into him. who loves the way you grind yourself against him.

jealous! bakugou who likes to get your clothes off you as soon as he possibly can. who practically rips the fabric of your underwear and bra off your body, chucking them in the room, not giving a fuck where they land.

jealous! bakugou who likes to trail his fingers over your skin, making sure to tease your nipples with ghost-like touches. who smirks at the way you gasp and arch your back to try and get him to touch you more.

jealous! bakugou who'll move his mouth to your chest, taking each of your nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the bud. who likes to bite down on them as you squirm below him, tugging them slightly as you hiss.

jealous! bakugou who'll move his hand down your body, stopping at your cunt as he gives it a slap. who'll move his fingers along your slit before pressing them knuckles deep into your waiting cunt. who loves how wet you already are, slick helping his fingers scissor you open.

jealous! bakugou who'll kneel up when he gets bored after a few moments, bringing his fingers up to his mouth to clean your juices off them. who chuckles when he sees you trying to hide your face behind your hands. "how cute, peach, but i need to see your eye roll back when i stretch you wide".

jealous! bakugou who grabs hold of your legs and presses them against your chest with a smirk. who doesn't give you a chance to prepare when he lines the tip of his cock against your wet cunt and thrusts himself in fully in one go.

jealous! bakugou who loves how your walls spasm around him, and the look of pure bewilderment on your face. who doesn't give you a moment to breathe before he's pistoning his hips into you, driving his cock further into you.

jealous! bakugou who gets more harsh with his thrusts when you whimper out. "need to remind you who this pretty pussy belongs to", "damn extras thinking they can touch you", "need to mark you in a way only i can".

jealous! bakugou who only gets spurred on more by your moans and whimpers. who'll groan when he feels your fingernails drag down the smooth skin of his back, red marks sure to appear. "kats, h-ah, please, so deep". "be a good girl and take everything i've got to give your pussy".

jealous! bakugou who'll pull out and run the tip of his wet cock against your cunt, tapping it against your clit as you writhe beneath him. who'll chuckle deeply before thrusting back into you. "you like that princess? fuck, your pussy feels so good squeezing my cock like that".

jealous! bakugou who'll use every single surface imaginable to his advantage when fucking you. who'll bend you in ways you don't even remember being able to get into in the first place. "such a good little princess, taking all of me".

jealous! bakugou who'll bite your neck as he spills his cum deep within you. who'll mark you in any way he possibly can so you don't ever forget who you belong to, that he's the one who stole your heart. who'll press his hips close to you as you let a broken cry of his name pass your lips.

jealous! bakugou who'll pull out of your puffy pussy slowly just to see ropes of his seed still attached to his cock, who loves to watch how they break the further he pulls out. who watches how this cum slowly seems out of you, pussy clenching to try and keep it in.

jealous! bakugou who'll take a moment to gather up his cum on his fingers before slipping them inside, pluggin you for a moment as he feels the way your walls still pulsate around him. "such a greedy little cunt".

jealous! bakugou who'll pull you into his arms as he lies down with you. who pulls you closer to him as he absentmindedly draws patterns on your torso.

jealous! bakugou who's actually fearful! bakugou. who's scared to admit he's worried you'll up and leave him one day. who'll spend most of his time alone, thinking the worst of any situation.

fearful! bakugou who watches how you interact with people, how you smile and laugh with them so easily, yet it took you a while to warm up to him. who knows, deep down, you wouldn't leave him, but he's his own worst enemy at the best of times.

fearful! bakugou who spends time watching you as you lie on his bed, chatting away about your day. who sees the way you look at him with a sincere smile as you turn and cup his cheek. "it'll always be you, kats".

fearful! bakugou who finds himself softening up to your touches as you make sure to make him feel more secure in himself. who'll close his eyes as you reassure him you love him for who he is, mean looks and all.

jealous! bakugou who when it comes down to it, wants to show the world you belong to him with his marks. it's the only way he can until you're both a bit older and comfortable with your lives together in a few years at least.

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emsnonbinary · 1 month ago

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long work hours, worried.. friends!!

gn!reader x katsuki bakugo!!

"how many hours have you worked this week?"

you walk faster.

your body slumps in your desk chair, as you continue to type on your computer.

paperwork days are not really your thing. recently, they changed it, so most of the work would be on screens, not paper.

sometimes you like doing this, a break from the dangers of patrol. screaming civilians, cracked buildings. and, of course, blood. tons of it.

but this is getting tiring. most of the days you've come into work these past couple weeks, you've just been sitting at your desk and typing. and typing. the never ending click click click of your fingers gliding over the keyboard.

is it time for another break yet? you've lost track of time at this point.

a hand comes in front of your face, waving back and forth. you stare at it for a few seconds, your eyes going left-to-right, up-and-down, before you register that someone's speaking to you.

"hey, hon! hmm...!"

blinking out of your trance, hands stopping on your keyboard, you look up.

pinky. the pro hero in the top 30. or was it 20? your memory is not on your side today. you'll have to check again on your next break, or later tonight. or tomorrow. or-

"ah, pinky. is there anything I can help you with?" you ask tiredly, but kindly, your eyes warm as stare up at her.

ashido's arm comes to rest at her side again as she relaxes. she was tense before?

she smiles, eyes bright as she leans over you. her arm coming back up again so her hand can rest on your desk.

"mhm! there's someone waiting for you in the lobby. it's time to go home, honey!"

you blink. it is?

"yes, you've been here for a full shift!"

oh, you must've spoken outloud.

ashido frowns, eyes scanning your face. she tilts her head to the side, eyes narrowing.

"when did you last.." she chooses her next words carefully, "..relax, and.. take a break?"

"hm?" you hum, head already turning back towards your computer. you ready yourself to continue typing, completely forgetting-

"-what I just told you? hey, sweetie-!"

she lightly tugs one of your arms away from your keyboard, holding it low in the air.

"time to go home, deary. relax." ashido speaks so so sweetly, guiding you to stand.

you open your mouth, but she beats you to it.

"I'll log off and everything, don't you worry. just take your bag and your sanity home with you, okay?" she moves her head down so you make eyes contact with her, and you nod. just in a small daze.

ashido smiles, encouraging. you blink at her again.

"okay, mina."

you decide to take the lift. the stairs sound too much for your tired limbs.

you had changed your schedule.. slightly so you'd have to work more hours.

way more hours.

but it's been worth it, mostly. helping other heroes with difficult cases. saving more civilians. it's actually helped you climb up the hero ranks.

you're starting to get popular! finally.

but it's been using up all your energy. not letting you have any free time, spend any time with friends, family, and..

hiking your bag onto your shoulder, brushing down your shirt, wiping the hair out of your eyes. you sigh. and take a deep breath in. sigh again.

you do it all in perfect time for the doors to open. and you make your way through the lobby.

you don't see the person waiting for you. yet.

smiling at the receptionist and giving them a wave back, speaking a small 'goodbye', you let your shoulders un-tense.

just for them to hike back up again when you hear someone clearing their throat.

"finally. I've been waiting forever. had a party up there, or somethin'?"

you let out a 'hm?' without thinking, turning your head to look at...

"dynamight?" you gasp out in shock, the word quiet in the nearly empty lobby.

you swear you hear the receptionist scuttle away at the sound of your conversation.

katsuki bakugo lifts his head up-then-down as an answer, turning his body to fully face yours when you get closer to him.

"haven't seen you in a while, idiot. you've been working a lot lately," he speaks calmly, tilting his head like a sweet puppy. cute. his brow furrows in continuation to his sentence, waiting for you to answer.

there is a wrong one.

"ah.. well, y'know. lots of paperwork to do." you speak the words, hoping you don't sound awkward. looking everywhere but him.

he picks up on it. of course.

bakugo hums, though his brows don't un-furrow. he nods his head again, gesturing you to walk with him.

it used to be a daily occurrence for the both of you to walk out together. even though you both work at different agencies.

he started to message you when you started to work longer hours. and more days.

'where r u?'

he used to reply. but ended up leaving you on read after a few weeks. used to the new habit of yours.

'sorry, work. u can walk home without me!'

the sound of both your shoes hitting the ground is the only noise heard in the agency lobby as you and bakugo walk out the main doors.

you finally let your shoulders un-tense, again.

as you start to walk across the side-walk, you breathe in deep. the fresh air helps to clear your head, the throbbing headache you didn't realise you had slowly subsiding.

"hm, you seem tired."

his voice startles you from your thoughts.

letting out a dry laugh, you reply, but don't turn to look at him. he notices.

"yeah, work's been.. a lot," is what you settle on. it isn't a lie, so you feel content with it.

"how many hours have you worked this week?"

you walk faster.

no way you're having this conversation. with bakugo of all people! he'll kill you if he knows you've been picking up more hours, staying longer than need be and-

"hey, stop that," a hand comes to rest on your arm, slowing down your fast-paced walk.

he stops in front of you, keeping a soft hold on your arm.

"just talk to me."

the tone is just short of pleading. he wants you to talk to him. you want to as well, but-

bakugo calls your name, you finally look up at him. and he physically relaxes. but he still has that furrow in his brow. he always does, but this is different. he's worried.

about you.

you finally take a good look at him. his eyes shining with curiosity and concern. the sky behind him, multiple colours that contrast with his hair. he looks gorgeous, he looks-

"I miss you."

oh goodness. you take the chance.

"I'm sorry," you whisper.

before you lean forward and kiss him.

I've had this in my drafts for so long!! hope you enjoyed lovelies!

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HII! Could you do Katsuki x Fem reader, where she had very long hair, and one day got a pixie cut, I feel like he loves women with short hair..

"Shattered Strands, Soft Sparks"

Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Word count: ~3,200

It had taken you a year to grow it out.

Long, silken strands that reached the small of your back. It flowed like honey down your spine when wet, a curtain of warmth that draped over your shoulders in the cold, something Katsuki had—more than once—braided clumsily when he thought you were asleep on the couch.

And you liked it. Once.

But there was something about letting it go that felt… freeing. Like you were peeling off a layer of yourself you didn’t need anymore. That girl with the careful trims and long, polished waves—she was tired. And maybe a little lonely inside all that softness. You didn’t want soft anymore. You wanted air. Ease. Edge.

So you sat in the chair at the salon and said, “Cut it. Pixie.”

The stylist hesitated. “All of it?”

You smiled. “Every last inch.”

---

The second you stepped out onto the street, your head felt ten pounds lighter. You barely recognized the breeze sweeping your neck, and the sun kissed the back of your ears like it was meeting them for the first time.

People noticed. Whiplash glances. Stares. A few approving nods.

But the one opinion you cared about most was going to be the hardest to get. Because Katsuki Bakugou—your gloriously, frustratingly explosive boyfriend—was not a man who gave compliments freely. Or at all, really. You had to earn them through battlefield blood or kitchen victories. And even then, they were quiet, almost begrudging things.

You had no idea how he’d react.

Still, you walked into the shared apartment with your chin high and keys jangling in your hand like armor.

“Katsuki?” you called.

His voice came from the kitchen. “You better not have forgotten the—”

And then he turned.

Stopped dead in the middle of pulling a pan off the stove.

The silence that followed could have been mistaken for fear—except Katsuki Bakugou didn’t get scared. He stared, eyes narrowed, jaw clenched, like you’d punched him in the gut with a glitter bomb.

You stood in the doorway, hands in the pockets of your bomber jacket, trying not to shrink under that gaze.

“Well?” you said. “Say something.”

He didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

Then—

“You let someone hack your hair off?”

You winced. “Ouch. Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for.”

He slammed the pan down and stalked toward you, boots thudding on the hardwood. You stood your ground even though your heart stuttered with every step he took.

“You had that shit since high school,” he said, stopping just in front of you. “You used to bitch about split ends like they were personal betrayals. Now you just... chopped it all off?”

You exhaled through your nose. “It’s hair, Katsuki. It’ll grow back.”

He didn’t speak.

Just stared.

You tried again, voice quieter. “I needed a change.”

“Change?” he echoed like the word was foreign.

“Yes. Change. I felt like I was hiding behind it.”

He scoffed. “You weren’t hiding from me.”

“I know that,” you snapped, suddenly defensive. “This wasn’t about you.”

His eyes flickered at that. Something softened in them—barely—but it was enough for you to keep going.

“I didn’t do it to impress anyone. I didn’t do it to ‘make a statement.’ I just… wanted to feel different. Lighter. Like myself again.” You looked down, then forced your gaze back to his. “Do you hate it?”

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he reached up slowly—like you might bolt—and touched the side of your head. His fingers slid along the curve of your ear, grazing the freshly exposed skin behind it. Then up, brushing through the short strands at your temple.

“You look... sharp,” he muttered.

You blinked. “Sharp?”

He pulled back, face twisted like the word had betrayed him. “Yeah. Like—you could cut glass with that jawline. Or kill a man with a look. And I mean that shit respectfully.”

You blinked again.

Then laughed.

It burst out of you in a startled wave, and his scowl only deepened.

“Don’t laugh,” he grumbled, turning away. “I’m being fuckin’ serious. You look like one of those Bond girls who walks in and everyone dies two minutes later.”

You doubled over.

“Why the hell is that funny?!”

“Because,” you wheezed, “you basically just told me I look like a badass assassin and expected me not to melt.”

He looked at you out of the corner of his eye. “Well, don’t melt. You’ll ruin the effect.”

You straightened up, cheeks sore from smiling. “So… you like it?”

He didn’t answer immediately. Then—

“...I love it.”

Your heart did something traitorous in your chest. “Yeah?”

Katsuki shrugged, arms crossed, looking like he wanted to explode just to avoid saying what came next.

“I mean—I’ve always thought chicks with short hair looked hot as hell. Kinda hoped you’d try it someday. But I didn’t wanna say anything and make it seem like I gave a shit.”

Your lips parted. “You did give a shit.”

He looked away, ears pink. “Shut up.”

You stepped closer, tilting your head just enough that your hair—short, soft, feathery—brushed his jaw when you leaned in.

“Well,” you murmured, “I’m glad you like it.”

He grabbed your waist with both hands and yanked you in like gravity had given him permission. “Yeah,” he muttered into your neck, voice low and rough. “It’s real fuckin’ distracting.”

You grinned. “Gonna be a problem?”

He tugged your earlobe with his teeth. “Definitely.”

---

Later, he braided the back—what little he could—just for old time’s sake. It was a mess, crooked and barely held with a tiny clip, but he muttered, “It’s tradition,” and refused to let you fix it.

And as you curled into him on the couch, head light and heart full, you realized you didn’t feel like a different person at all.

Just more you.

And Katsuki—well, he hadn’t fallen for the hair.

He’d fallen for the girl who cut it off without fear.

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bratty!reader x farmer!katsuki

cw:NOT PROOFREAD,reader is a female, reader dresses in a feminine way, reader is a bitch and so it katsuki. reader is spoiled. forced proximity. eventual smut. public?? sex, reader likes to tease, spanking, cussing, cunnilingus, p in v, creampie, katsuki is huge.. lmk if i missed anything

you didn’t choose to be here.

you didn’t choose to be the daughter of a ceo. the heir of a company. you didn’t choose the lavish lifestyle you were given, and you didn’t choose this.

you were in the back of your chauffeur, huffing and puffing as the car drove over extremely rough and rocky roads, slowly seeing the city disappear behind you.

let’s get the story straight.

you were spoiled. you could admit that. in fact you were glad to be spoiled, to be able to do whatever you want for all your life, never hearing the word ‘no’. so obviously, you were accustomed to getting everything you wanted at the flick of the wrist.

suddenly, your father sprang the news that he’d retire soon, and either you, or your younger brother was to inherit the entire company and manage it as the new ceo, and your dad wanted you to be the successor because frankly, your brother wasn’t a good fit and he was pretty young. unless he learned about responsibility, finances, manners in a couple years, he would not be eligible.

then came the responsibilities.

your dad had fired all the maids, and you were suddenly tasked with a deadline, and a list a chores.

you were forced to get back into school, especially in communications, management, and financing (you wanted to barf.).

and a ton of other things to do throughout the day.

but.. you didn’t want to. and growing up spoiled, you just didn’t do any of it. leaving the house to get dirty, getting bad grades in your classes, and neglecting all the orders from your father.

before this, you were never met with no. you were never met with discipline, but when your dad saw that you couldn’t even sweep the floors, let alone do a couple simple cleaning chores, he decided to call up an old friend of his.

his friend, masaru bakugo, owned DYNAMIGHT FARMS, a place that stretched for acres and acres of just plants and crops and animals.

he informed you that you were being sent somewhere special but didn’t tell you it was for you to learn responsibility and discipline, because clearly, you were taking everything for granted.

so here you were, on your way to the farm far from the city with no phone, no tv, no nothing.

you were to learn to survive and work for the food over your head and the dinner on the table, little did you know how hard it’d be because..

one, you didn’t know anything about farming, or tending to animals. all you knew was they were gross, muddy, dirty, and smelly.

and two, you didn’t know masaru had a son your age.

his name was katsuki, he was tall. very tall. his boy was made of pure muscle and his hair was a dirty blonde and often very messy.

he was really handsome.. but.. he was a no nonsense person.

when you finally got to the farm, your were grossed out. there was mud everywhere, the house didn’t look huge and it looked elimcredibly dirty. your heels immediately got dirty as you stepped out of your porsche and as soon as you got out, your driver did too and moved to the trunk of the car, setting your bags and suitcases down, filled to the brim with dresses, heels, and cute outfits that weren’t supposed to get dirty. you didn’t know what to pack since it was a surprise from your dad.

you gasped as your driver drove away, some mud spraying on your outfit and hair. you wanted to cry.

“where the hell am i?” you whined, using your hand to pick out some dirt from your face.

“i take it your y/n l/n.” you hear a gruff voice behind you say.

you turned, ready to scold whoever thought it was a good idea to send you here instead of some luxury resort you were used to.

you were met with a tall man, crossing his arms and looking down at you.

“who are you?” you scoffed, stepping back and giving an annoyed face at him.

he groaned and rolled his eyes at your attitude. “katsuki bakugo, i’m masaru’s son.” he said, extending a hand out to you.

you looked down at his hand, it was dirty, rough, and had calluses. they looked like they’ve seen hell and back, but your father taught to shake any hand back so you did, his hand enveloping yours.

“masaru?!” you murmured as you realized. he was a good friend of your dad, you had heard his name multiple times before. bakugo looked nothing like him, more leaning towards his mom, mitsuki.

“why am i here?” you asked, wiping your hand on a cloth as you looked down at your outfit, it was ruined from the moment you got here. you pouted slightly and bakugo furrowed his brows. “what do you mean? your dad said you were spending the summer here.” he said, scoffing at you cleaning your hands after you touched him, as if he was dirt.

“what?!” you exclaimed, looking around. “i need to go back home now.” you whined, lifting your dress up as you walked up to the house, slowly opening the door and stepping inside, your heels clicking on the wooden floors.

“miss! you left your damn bags here!” he called out to you but you either didn’t hear or didn’t care, so he begrudgingly picked the heavy bags and suitcases easily, following far behind you.

you looked for masaru, finding him in the kitchen. you treated him like your own dad, since he felt like a second one to you.

“masaru!!” you said, smiling slightly as you walked up to him, crossing your arms. “what’s this about me staying here for the entire summer?” you exclaimed, acting like it was the end of the world and he just chuckled at you and threw a towel over his shoulder.

“nice to see you too, y/n.” he laughed, ruffling your hair. “it’s about you being ungrateful.” he said, returning to whatever he was cooking.

“ungrateful?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

he nodded, “you’ve been taking advantage and taking your father and his money for granted. we both talked and agreed it was time for you to learn how to work hard.” he said, cracking an egg onto the pan, the sizzling startling you.

you couldn’t even disagree because you were, but who wouldn’t take advantage of having basically unlimited money and being young?!

you sighed, shaking her head. “work hard? what do you mean by that?” you asked, raising a brow before spotting katsuki dragging your bags into the house, glaring at you.

“oh! pick those up please, they are vintage.” you said with a sweet smile, scrunching your nose as you made an upwards gesture at the man. he rolled his eyes, dropping all your bags on the floor.

“i mean, your going to be working on the farm everyday with my son if you want food on the table.” he said, sliding the sunny side up onto a plate along with some cut up vegetables and serving it to his son who was staring at him like he had grown a third head.

“what?” katsuki muttered, “since when did i deserve to be stuck with some snobby rich girl all summer?” he practically whined, taking the food and eating it up. you gasped, “excuse you!” you said, taking offense. “i didn’t deserve to be with some dirty ugly farmer all summer either.” you retorted, grabbing a towel and wiping down your shoes.

“both of you quit it. this is final, stop whining.” he said, sighing, just thinking about being around you two bickering all summer is giving him a headache.

you sighed, knowing your dad is a no nonsense man so you accept your fate in this junky house. you asked where the bedroom was, retiring to it as you took of your heels and laying on the bed, just staring at the ceiling when you heard a knock on the door after a few minutes before it creaked open and it was katsuki.

“you left your bags again.” he said, walking into your room and plopping them down there. “sleep early tonight, we’re waking up before the sun does to go buy some cattle.” he said before leaving, slamming the door shut. you groaned even more, tossing and turning on the uncomfortable bed.

you saw the sky start to turn into a mix of oranges and reds and you knew the sun was setting so you changed into your pajamas, shivering in the rickety and hard bed.

“get up.. get up.. get up, damnit!”

katsuki said, shaking your body. you groaned, slowly sitting up. “what the hell? what time is it?” you murmured, rubbing your eyes.

“i told you that we were waking up early, now get ready.” he said, “and wear something comfortable, we’re probably going to be out there for a while.” he murmured, turning to your window and opening your curtains, letting in the sun before leaving.

he went to the kitchen, cooking up some breakfast for you, his dad, and himself. a simple breakfast, just bacon, eggs, and some toast.

he served it, calling for both of you and wondered when you didn’t come unlike his father, so he went to check up on you to find that you had fallen asleep again. he rolled his eyes, wondering if he should just leave you there but he didn’t want to go against his dads orders so he shook you awake again.

“i told you once, get up. get ready.” he growled, having to open up your curtains once again before moving to your closet, finding that you had unpacked your stuff already. he was met with sparkly dresses, tops that were clearly meant for partying, and pants and skirts that hinted to him that you truly didn’t know you were going to be stuck at a farm. he tried to pick out an appropriate enough outfit, grabbing a pair of jeans and some frilly top, tossing them at you.

“put it on, go eat breakfast, we gotta go quick before the rush comes and the drive is like an hour.” he said, crossing his arms as he watched you get up from the bed and grab your clothes. once he was sure you wouldn’t go back to bed, he gave you privacy and left, getting the car started and just chatting with his dad before you came out to eat and he thought his heart was about to explode at the look of you in that outfit. his ears flushed and masaru took a mental note of that, laughing at his son.

you finished up your breakfast, surprisingly enjoying the meal before walking out the door, still in heels. katsuki rolled his eyes before saying goodbye to his dad, and walking outside.

he got in the drivers seat of his truck, turning in the ac and adjusting his hat.

“you don’t have no sneakers or boots?” he said, his southern accent slipping through the cracks.

“..no.” he said, staring at your shoes, admiring the aesthetic but not how they were already hurting your feet.

he just hummed in response, turning the radio on as you guys set for the sale barn closest to you.

he could only look forward onto the road, he thought if he didn’t look at you, your face, your outfit, your everything, he wouldn’t get distracted by you but it was all in vain because all he could think about was you, even if you were already a pain in the ass and were gonna be for the rest of summer.

finally after about an hour, you guys got there and he stepped out, opening the door for you. he couldn’t help it, his father always taught him to open doors for people, especially women.

you got out, immediately smelling the stink that he had grown accustomed to. he chuckled at the faces you were making as you guys walked over and he talked with a few of his buddies there before making your way to the cows.

“wanna learn how to see if a cow is good to take home?” he asked, walking up to one and petting it, his voice already softening being around the animals.

your face was uncertain but you watched silently.

he gently took the cows head and tilted it up, checking inside the mouth to look for any signs of disease of illness, or damage to the cow. when the cow started to act bothered, he assured her, petting her and smiling at it. “don’t worry, we’re almost done, sweetie.” he said, kneeling down and checking the hooves.

all you could do was watch, your lower lip caught between your teeth. how was he so hot right now? he was literally kneeling in mud and probably cow shit, but the way he talked, so sweetly, and touched, so gently, and his muscles bulged every time he moved.. your knees already felt weak but you willed yourself through.

then he beckoned you over, pointing at the heel.

“see how it’s cracked?” he whispered, pointing at the damage, before he pointed somewhere else, “see that? that’s what we call slurry heel, when they leave her around manure and piss for a while, this’ll happen.” he said, letting go of the foot, standing back up. “it probably hurts her, poor gal.” he murmured, petting it once more.

he then told you to follow him to another one, petting it before looking at its mouth.

“see that? this lady is a gummer. most her teeth is missing, or worn down like that.” he said, glancing at you eating up every word he said.

“can’t take these two girls home.” he shrugged, moving on to the next one but little did he know all you were hearing was blah blah blah because the moment you got a whiff of his cologne up close, your mind short circuited.

“hello? wanna check her?” he said, snapping you out of it as he led you to one.

you were scared, and grossed out but did it anyway, because you were pretty bored.

he could tell how scared you were and chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“like this, see?” he said, moving his hands over yours, instructing you how to check for fleas in the hair, destruction in the teeth, and damage in the hooves.

you nodded, following along. once the handsome man was done explaining, he had gone off to check other animals, leaving you with the cows. you picked a couple good ones over a few hours but it was insanely boring. you didn’t want anything more than to go home.

this was the experience for the entire week, but atleast you got to catch up with masaru, and know katsuki better.

but you couldn’t keep going like this.

you’d go insane.

so what do you do? you decide to torture katsuki as well.

you knew this man got a bit shy around you. sometimes he couldn’t even look you in the eye.

this time you were picking carrots from the ground and you had gone in front of him for a reason. every time you bent down, he got a full view of your ass.

and even though he had bought you new clothes, suitable clothes for farming and sweating in, your ass still looked delectable.

he forced himself to look away, even though his pants grew tighter by the second, and you teased him for not doing anything.

“what are you doing? i can’t be the only one trying to pull out these carrots!” you laughed and he just sighed, continuing with his job.

day two of torturing him was in the morning. you decided to wake up early, knowing he’d come to wake you up as your own personal alarm clock like he always did, so you made sure he’d walk in on you changing.

and he did, and youd never seen anyone close a door faster than he did.

he didn’t speak to you during breakfast. he was glad his dad was out early to not witness his bright red face.

and to not hear the sounds coming out of your mouth as you ate his food.

“mm.. kats.. this is soo good.” you whined, bite after bite, and he had his back to you. he gripped the counter hard, waiting for his own eggs to cook.

day 3, you came with him to water some plants.

you purposely pointed the hose at him, gigging at him as he groaned. you kept spraying him to the point where he couldn’t help but retaliate but little did he know, you weren’t wearing anything under your white shirt.

he soaked it with water, snorting, before seeing your chest on display. he gulped, looking down, his entire face red.

he didn’t talk to you for the rest of the day.

this went on. for days and days. weeks even.

one day, he snapped. he couldn’t take it anymore. you had started showing up in his dreams.

you guys were out in the field, far from the house, enjoying your lunch.

you decided to test him again, to poke the sleeping bear.

you reached for water across from him, your tits practically dangling in his face and you were inches from his lap.

“fuck.” he murmured under his breath, his hands coming up to grip your hips, putting you down in his lap. he was already hard. he couldn’t help himself.

“y/n.” he grumbled, squeezing your hips even more.

“katsuki.” you smiled, giggling in his lap.

“you know what your doing.” he growled, his lips moving to your neck, placing hot, open mouthed kisses on it, sucking on sensitive spots as you gasped.

he took the opportunity to kiss you. it was rough, sloppy, deep but it took your breath away. you kissed back, your hands finding purchase in his hair as his hands roamed all over your body, almost like he was committing it to memory. he wanted to do this ever since he saw you.

“fucking..” he murmured, kissing you again, “tease.” he said, yanking your hair back slightly to kiss at your neck again, then down to your collarbone before flipping you guys, you were under him and he was on top, taking off his shirt. “on your hands and knees.” he ordered and you complied almost immediately. he chuckled, biting his lip as he stared at your ass, grinding against it as you both let out a shaky moan.

he pushed your skirt up, licking his lips at the black lacy panties you decided to wear.

“so fucking beautiful, y/n.” he whispered, leaning down to kiss at your clothed cunt. he used his hand to yank down your panties, practically groaning as he ate your pussy like it was his last meal on earth.

he loved seeing your legs tremble, his hand coming up to spank your ass as he watched it jiggle before going back in, one of his fingers invading you, his mouth on your clit.

you moaned his name and the stirred him on even more. he added a second finger, pumping them in and out of you, curling them to hit just the right spot inside of you that made you see stars. his other hand went down to palm his cock, groaning.

he felt your walls flutter around his fingers, and he thought he was about to cum in his pants. he kept going, sucking harder, pumping faster.

“go on. cum. cum on my fingers, you dirty fucking tease.” he growled against your clit, using that sexy low voice that always turned you on.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck!” you moaned, your back arching as you came on his fingers. he lapped everything up, wiping his mouth before getting on his knees again.

“stay there.” he said, squeezing your ass, using his other hand to unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants and freeing his aching cock.

“be good for me, yeah?” he whispered, pumping himself a little before aligning himself with your hole, pushing him slowly, inch by agonizing inch.

you both let out a groan, your walls tightening around the girthy, 10 inch invasion. you gripped the picnic blanket beneath you, your breath shuddering.

“you tell me if it’s too much, okay?” he murmured, finally sheathing himself fully into you. he stayed there for a moment, savoring the feeling before pulling back, only the tip inside before slamming back into you.

you let out a loud moan. god you made the cutest noises ever. he couldn’t wait to hear more so he kept thrust, fucking you with no abandon.

“so fucking tight.. keep squeezing me.. just like that.” he groaned, reaching for your hair, taking it back and biting his lip as he went faster, harder, the only sound were you both moaning, the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the birds chirping around you.

“katsuki!” you whined out, your legs starting to shake again, a telltale sign that you were close.

“hm?” he hummed with a low chuckle, letting go over your hair as he bent over, his chest against your back. “what do you need, baby?” he murmured against your ear as one hand snaked its way down to rub delicious circles on your clit.

“cum.. i’m gonna cum.. fuck..” you moan, your head hanging as he sped up.

“fuck. right there with you, y/n..” he growled, straightening his back up as he grabbed your hips, hard enough to leave marks as he focused on your climax first, feeling you clamp down on his cock as you came again.

“in or out?” he managed to moan out, getting closer and closer.

“in!” you whimpered and he immediately came inside you, pumping you full of his seed, spanking you once more.

he pulled out after a while, just staring down at the view. the sight made his cock twitch yet again as his hand reaches down and gathered cum that was spilling out and pumping it back inside, enjoying seeing you squirm.

he eventually grabbed some paper towels and water, cleaning you up, a smile present on his face as he finally sat back down, looking at you. he pulled you close, fixing your hair, and letting you lay on his chest.

he was gonna enjoy this summer after all.

HEADCANONS

farmer!katsuki would marry you soon after that, making you forget about all your worries other than the farm, and that company you were going to inherit? your brother became ceo instead, finally stepping up after a few years. you still had money but none of that mattered to you now.

farmer!katsuki would wake you up gently after you two got together, making your favorite breakfasts, organizing what clothes you were gonna wear that day and everything.

farmer!katsuki who teaches you things every time you two do work together on the farm.

NSFW HEADCANONS

farmer!katsuki who you couldn’t get enough of after that special picnic you guys had together. if you had nothing important to do, you’d be extra touchy, looking him up and down, and he’d get the memo, bending you over anytime and anywhere.

farmer!katsuki who you still tease relentlessly, one day you came up behind him in the kitchen and whispered something about how you had no panties on under your pajama set. safe to say you guys never left the house because he immediately ripped the clothes off you, going at it for hours.

farmer!katsuki who knows he’s big. he knows it’s hard for you to adjust to his size, and he likes the way your eyes widen every single time like you’ve never seen it before. he lets you adjust whenever he’s inside you unless he’s feeling angry that day. and the first time you tried to give him head? he felt bad that you couldn’t take most of him so he ended up giving you head instead.

farmer!katsuki when he is angry will definetly take it out on you. the moment he gets home, you know what’s gonna happen because he throws his jacket down, kicks off his boots and immediately stomps over to you, not caring about what you were doing as he throws you over his shoulder.

A/N: this was so fun to write omf.. i hope you guys like it.. i cringed at some parts.. but i thought of farmer katsuki and couldn’t get him out of my head since. also support department au is on its way!! it’s in my drafts rn

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boy bestfriend

bakugo x reader

You didn't know why all of your previous boyfriends hated your best friend.

The hot headed blonde who glared at everyone who looked his way. Well except for you of course, he had a different kind of gaze locked on you.

Each one of your exes has told you some kind of iteration about your best friend rubbing them the wrong way.

But they were only kidding, right. You always reassured them on where you stood in your relationship, and how Bakugo respected that.

That's just how he was, you'd always say, patting them on the back as you made excuses. He looks at everyone like he wants to bury them in the flowers, maybe a little more threatening when all three of you were together, but that was just his demeanor.

You never believed your ex when he told you your best friend threatened them when you were gone. Always brushing them off and saying maybe he was just joking.

Rolling your eyes as you shamed them for sullying Bakugo's name. You knew him well, and knew he wouldn't be mean without good reason. Maybe it was just a slip of the tongue, or they heard him wrong.

Boyfriend after boyfriend, you'd run to your best friend crying over each breakup. Tears of broken hearts quickly turned into tearful rant sessions, your grip on Bakugo tight as you spit out all the awful things your ex would say about him.

"I should've known he was a dick, I mean accusing you of threatening him with a weapon is just crazy!" You'd spout, pacing your room angrily. Not noticing the small smirk showing on Bakugo's face as he listened to your words, recalling which creative weapon he chose to use.

You didn't know why they thought he was doing things to you behind their backs. One thing you were was NOT a cheater.

You couldn't think of one reason why every man you dated hates your best friend Bakugo.

To lost in the feeling of the fiery blondes lips on your, his hands caressing your skin as he held you close. Your mind muddled as your lips moved with his, your fingers combing through his hair focused on one thing.

The look in his eyes as the both of you pulled apart, panting for air as you smiled at each other. All your exes forgotten about once he pulled you back in for another kiss.

~~~

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emsnonbinary · 1 month ago

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How to Break Your Nerd

((MDNI: SMUT))

((Alt. Universe))

There was something about him.

Everyone told you you were fucking nuts.

"No fucking way, he's like…weird."

"Hes always so pissy!"

"Ugh, babe, no. Hard pass."

But here you were; in his college dorm. Making that same pissy, weird-ass nerd break into a moaning, sweaty mess.

If only they could see him now.

"Fuck, fuck-slow down!" He moaned, trying to grab your hips for control. "G'nna…make me cum-"

You slapped his hands away. "Good." You smirked, bouncing on his cock.

He had a pretty damn impressive cock-you weren't suprised, though. All thick and veiny, just for you. For looking like a stereotypical geek (can you say, thick black framed glasses??), He was suprisingly jacked.

But for all that muscle, he was a weak man underneath you. You felt your slick make a lovely little foamy ring around the base of him, collecting in his sparse blonde pubes. "Look, Kats-making me cream all over you." You panted, "such a good boy."

"Shut…up!" He grunted through his teeth, reaching for your hips again.

And again, you slapped them away-and lead them to your ass. "Here, if you wanna grab…" Immediately, his cock twitched. He let out a whine, threw his head back and suddenly-

Oops.

You felt his cock throb in your tight hole, oozing out along with your slick. You grinned.

"Y'did it again, Katsuki~." You drawled, leaning in. You nibbled at his collarbone, his salty sweat coating your tongue. He moaned, throwing his arm over his eyes. You giggled.

"I fuckin' hate you." He muttered, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

But before he could catch his breath, you began to thrust against him. He hissed. "Fuck, get off! M'sensitive!" His hands flew to your hips, and you felt his softening cock begin to slip out.

Oh, hell no.

You immediately pulled his hands off you, pinning them to his sides. "Shut up. I'm not done yet."

His eyes grew wide. "The fuck're you-"

He was cut off by a gasp, feeling your hole clench like a vice around his soft member. You gushed his spend and your own essence, you grinning ferally.

"Bet I can make it hard again." You said, licking your lips.

He shook his head violently. "Abso-fuckin'-loutely not!" He said. You pouted.

"Aw, c'mon. Promise I'll be gentle!" You whined and gave another light clench. He hissed, body trembling.

"Yer gonna fuckin'….break it-"

You sighed, letting go of his wrists.

"Katsuki." You grabbed his jaw, making him look at you, "don't I always make you feel good?"

His eyes narrowed, barely nodding. You smirked and pressed your fingers into his cheeks, holding his jaw firmly. "Now, open."

He looked at you quizically, but did so. You frowned.

"Wider."

"Ah?" He looked annoyed.

Good.

Your lips twitched, gathering spit in the front of your teeth. Your lips pursed and then-

"Phpt."

You spit in his mouth, making him jolt.

"Ah 'ell!?" He didn't close his mouth, looking at you like you just pissed in it. You then closed his jaw shut.

"Swallow." You commanded softly.

And when he saw those eyes of yours, that expression?

He did. Audibly.

And his cock suddenly wasn't so soft anymore.

You let go of his jaw, immediately raising your hips, his cock now visible and dripping. Strings of his semen and your slick connected his aching member to your hole. "Look, see? Nice and hard for me." You smiled, and before he could even protest, you slammed your hips down. He cried out as you moaned.

"Fuckin' bitch!" He groaned, finally grabbing your hips. "G-gonna….kill me!" Despite his protests, he was following the rapid rhythm you set.

The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin along with both your voices filled the air. The scent of sex was heavy, a humid blanket of his musk and your own. You leaned down, biting on his jugular lightly. You could feel his pulse thrumming through your teeth, in time to the throbbing cock inside you. He whimpered, making your pelvis buck as he rutted into your tight hole.

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around you, digging his blunt nails into your flesh. You keened. "Oh, such a good boy!!" You practically screamed. Immediately, you felt that familiar heat building up in your tummy-that hot gooey want releasing itself into a tidal wave of pure ecstasy. Your hole pulsed around his member, milking him as you squirted violently. It dripped down to his navel, making his toned stomach shine with your fluids.

He didn't stop, moaning and whining as you laid over him. Too cock drunk to care, you felt him withdraw. You whined, but then felt him re-enter with renewed vigor.

"Shit, shit, shit yer such a fuckin' bitch-"

You gasped, moaning lowly as you arched into him, your ass bouncing against his pelvis. You could feel his balls slapping against your sensitive areas, making your oversensitive hole flutter around his cock. Your head arched back. "C'mon, you fucking nerd! Make me cum again!"

"M'not. A fuckin. Ne-" before he could finish that sentence, his cockhead burst with hot seed once again. Globs of his spend oozed out the seam of your entrance, dripping onto the bed below. He dropped his head to your shoulder, hands and his hips trembling.

You both panted, your hands fisting the All Might blanket on his bed. He collapsed on top of you, making you grunt. Your sweat slicked bodies stilled for a moment, the only movement being your breaths.

After a few moments, you slid out from underneath him. He moaned, flipping over. His chest rose and fell with each labored breath, and you laid at his side. You traced small circles on his chest.

"See? Told you I'd be gentle." You said, voice hoarse. He clicked his tongue.

"Fuck off." He grunted, reaching for his glasses near the nightstand.

Only to find them not there. "Oi, the fu-"

Crunch

His eyes went wide, as did yours. He immediately got up, and saw his glasses where his back once laid.

The frames were bent, and the lenses were cracked. You frowned as he looked at the mess that was once his glasses.

"....Well shit." You murmured. "Guess you gotta get new ones, yeah?"

He blinked and then groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I fucking hate you." He muttered.

"Nah, you're just mad your nerd-ass glasses are broken."

"I'm not a NERD!"

You giggled. "Sure, Kats. Sure."

Regardless, this semester taught you something valuable.

Nerds could fuck.

And you took advantage of that, every single chance you got.

"You're paying for my glasses, by the way." He mentioned. "They're a limited edition remake of All Might's silver age disguise glasses. Be prepared to shell out a pretty penny." He smirked.

"Ah fuck." You muttered, flopping onto your stomach.

Nerds also could be vindictive.

At least his cock was worth it.

...And maybe him.

((Inspired by this lil' diddy))

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emsnonbinary · 1 month ago

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♡/♛- Patience

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➸ INTERESTS; -pro-hero!katsuki bakugo (26) x f!quirk-less reader (23)

➸ BACKGROUND; -During pro-hero 'Dynamite's term within the top 3 heroes of the country, it was made aware by his agency that he needed assistant around. He hadn't appreciated the gesture really, as he hates being followed let alone babysitting, but he wasn't ready for you to enter his life.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc. 4.9k, romantic curiosity, tension, personal of interest, mentions of weapon, weapon usage/firing, dead body, mentions of an attack, paparazzi mentions, slow burn, etc.

➸a.i; - made this fic off of the original voting for which storyline to work on, also trying a slightly different style hm!! works are piling up on me now but i’ll try to publish them all asap!!! xoxo

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Katsuki sat in his office, checking the time nonstop as he waiting for his newest employee to arrive. It’s not as if she was late, he just had other things to do and needed her here as soon as possible to give the rundown of his day to her. Honestly there was no need for him to even do so, he just wanted to spark a conversation with her to see what she was like.

He’s surprised that his firm and agency had caught him on a good day for him to actually agree to this. They had brought up the idea to him before and each time he declined it, saying he didn’t need someone he had to chase after and protect just so they could be his little errand boy.

This time when they asked however, they had selectively agreed and chosen one specific woman who stood out over all of the other candidates. She was quirk-less, but had the most perfect combat abilities which already had Katsuki somewhat intrigued. She had also excelled in one of the most challenging universities within the country and graduated with her master's in business and accounting at just 21 years old.

The more his agency serenaded the girl and placed her on a pedestal the more intrigued he was, you had proven your worth to them prior by telling them of your special hobbies. Somehow hearing about you and your talents he became less irritated for the day, finishing off his patrol duties without going insane.

He was relaxed to say the least for the rest of the week, until Monday had come back around and it was time to meet you. He was calm, keeping his composure as he remained seated, flipping through your files in the sand-colored folder in front of him over and over.

He would always stay on the cover page for the longest, looking at your picture. He kept his finger on it for a while before flipping the next page and letting his mind wander. You looked good when you let your hair down on your shoulders, and even better with that small soft smile you had.

Maybe if he was able to make you laugh or smile, he could see if it was better in person than in that tiny photo they saved for him. He wasn’t weird, or cared for you, he hadn’t even known you let alone ever spoke to you before, he was just curious.

“Good morning Mr. Bakugo” he heard a voice call from afar as the doors opened to the door. He was snapped out of his thoughts and picked his head up, closing the folder he was looking through as he saw you.

He took his time examining you and your appearance, like for instance this time your hair was pulled into a slick back. It was almost as if the picture hadn’t been as accurate as possible of your facial features, or beauty. Plus, you were wearing glasses, that threw him off a little, thinking of you as a little nerd now.

He got up slowly and made his way over to you before extending his hand out for you to take it. Your hand was much smaller than his he noted, before placing it back at his side. He had tried his best to shake your hand as gentle as possible before speaking.

“Katsuki’s js’ fine, and ‘s nice to formally meet you Y/n L/n.” He spoke in a professional tone, achieving an impressed smile and look from one of his clerks in the agency from behind you. He took a step back and ushered you to take a seat by the table where he was seated prior.

You thanked him kindly and patted down your dress pants before sitting in the seat opposite to his. He sat down and opened the file of you before speaking again.

“I’ve read your stats; I’m impressed that someone like you would come here to help someone like me.” He stated, flipping through the pages again before looking up at you, you hadn’t smiled nor shown any sign of anything else other than professionalism.

He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not, after going over your file, especially your photo for an entire week he had already placed his own version of you in his head. From your resume it had said you were very outgoing and bubbly to say the least, he didn’t feel any of that energy as of now, he felt like he was talking to stone.

“Thank you, I’m sorry what do you mean by someone like me sir?” You asked, he didn’t even think of his answer because he already knew what he was going to tell you. Your tone repeated in his head, you hadn’t broken eye contact with him nor moved an inch, perfect posture and smooth skin, it’s as if he was getting answers to the questions, he asked himself about you for weeks.

“Talented, you have potential t’be a hero of your own if ya really wanted.” He stated looking back up from your files and in your eyes, you only blinked and nodded, he hadn’t even cracked a smile out of you. In all honestly it would’ve been ridiculous if he was getting upset or frustrated over something small like this, but he had to see it for himself.

“Thank you again, but as you may know from my resume already, I don’t have the capability of being one as I’m quirk-less, and I’d rather just stick to one person than multiple.” You stated, making the last part sound like a joke slightly, or at least to him it must have been because he caught a small smile escape your lips before you spoke again.

“It seems as if all of your old colleagues have extra assistance except for you, and your agency had spoken about how much of a challenge you’d be, so I’m willing to give it a shot. I’m always up for a challenge when I have nothing to lose.” You spoke, pausing for a moment before opening your mouth to speak then closing it again, maybe adding on about how great the pay seemed to you wasn’t a wise decision.

A challenge, he hated those, he hated challenges because of the amount of time and effort they take. He was already a busy man with thousands of priorities, deadlines, meetings, etc. He was thankful to say the least out of the two of you he could already tell who was going to be doing more work they actually enjoyed.

He went over ground rules and his preferences, he wasn’t supposed to be a teacher to you, let alone a babysitter. If you were to take notes or ask him questions, do it at a convenient timing, like now instead of later. His patrolling hours start from 7am at earliest to 11pm being the latest, so all three meals for the day would be covered under his shifts. He was surprised to see you grab a pen from your coat jacket pocket and grab a blanket piece of paper beside you, scribbling as he spoke.

He had mentioned how he would’ve had several pages and charts of his daily routines and extras printed and given to you, but you politely declined his offer. You told him it was better for you to take notes of your own as they were easier to follow and you’d remember it by heart if you wrote it, he only nodded and continued.

“ ‘Nd I also go to the gym on the weekends or days whenever my patrol shifts are covered from 9 to 12.” He finished, you shook your head as you wrote the last bullet point down as he watched you underline the times he had said before speaking.

“No time at all for any wife or kids, you’re always busy. How do you manage to get in enough sleep sir?” You spoke, now placing your pen back in pocket before taking the two sheets of paper and aligning them together.

A wife? Kids? He thought for a moment, he had always wanted to be married, let alone have a family of his own. Maybe it was the pressure of his parents taunting him about it, or seeing his friends go through the processes and being invited to their weddings, but he had never actually tried to place himself out there.

He considered it a waste of time, like all things love takes time and as he’s mentioned a thousand times, he doesn’t have time to waste. A man that’s too busy can never be too busy for love, except if that man is Katsuki Bakugo. His agency had also brought up the idea to him, having someone on his arm would make him look good to the press and could get his numbers high.

He hadn’t fancied the idea of having a date just for more popularity, he was popular enough and honestly the flashy paparazzi could kiss his ass some days. He would like someone by his side because he genuinely cares for the person, not because he wants to make himself look better for fame. He couldn’t care less if millions would look his way if the woman, he’d want to spend his life with was there.

“Maybe I’ll die alone, ain’t no problem with that.” He responded, completely disregarding your second comment. You raised a brow slightly and looked up at him, trying to search his face to see whether he was serious or not. You might as well had died trying to figure it out, he has a fucking poker face.

“You shouldn’t say that sir, have hope. If you make time for it and prioritize it like the other 30 things in my list, you should be fine.” You spoke, nodding and smiling at him. Your smile was slightly larger than the last one you gave him; he took note of that. It seemed everything you did he took note of, as if he was your assistant.

He only hummed in response, now standing up and escorting you out as it was time to start your first day. Thankfully for the two of you, you had both eaten breakfast and could start as soon as possible as you strolled downtown.

You stood off to the side of your new boss as he stood off too patch a radio to his shoulder before turning it on. You took the time to now fully examine him and take in his figure, he was much taller than you, regardless of the fact you were wearing heels.

He was probably around 6’3, when you thought of your other friends and family members that were over 6ft and made the comparison in your head, he was probably taller. He was fairly built too, maybe over 200lbs if you were to make a proper estimate.

He also was good looking, you couldn’t lie he was attractive, which is probably why you made that remark previously of having a wife. It’s surprising how he hadn’t gotten with anyone yet, not even a girlfriend. He was in his mid-twenties and from what you could tell from the other heroes that were his own friends they're in happy relationships.

So, the problem wasn’t that he couldn’t get any girl, he definitely could, he just chose not to. He might be difficult to deal with at times, but at least he was respectful and responsible, well to you that is. You had only just got to know him around an hour ago, so it isn’t as if you two were perfectly in sync already.

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It was now a little afternoon, ‘lunch time’ as Katsuki mentioned, and had also added in the detail of his favorite spot to eat. As you made your way there you were unaware, he was still following you from behind, you recited the name of the meal he had given you before making your way inside. You had never been to this place before, let alone anything like it, so you just decided to take the same as his order.

What you didn’t expect was for everyone inside to immediately start screaming and rushing out as they saw him. Asking for autographs and saying how much they loved him, pulling out their phones for pictures and everything.

Right, he’s a pro-hero, and in the top 3 at that, he wasn’t even just a hero, but a celebrity too. He had told you about him having certain modeling skills and experience and having shoots every once in a while, that his agencies had applied him for.

This was something you had to get used to, fangirls, paparazzi, and screams. It was your first day, you can’t get overwhelmed and go insane so easily. You took a deep breath as you paid for the orders and received them shortly after, pushing past the crowd before something caught your eye.

More like someone had caught your eye. Right across the street from the store a little boy was crying, calling out for his mother while he wiped his tears. You quickly made your way over to him and placed the bags of food down on the side before bending down to his height, ignoring the fan-girling behind you.

“Hey buddy, what’s wrong?” You asked a slight frown on your face as you spoke to him. He wiped his nose and sniffled harshly as his eyes were watery. You looked into his eyes for a minute, they were so strange, different in a way you hadn’t seen before.

Maybe it had to do with his quirk, but it wasn’t something usual. The color of them were so light it was practically glass or a sort of white marble, and it gave you chills. The sort of chills that were telling you to back away from the situation, but he was just a child, so you shrugged off the feeling.

Until you realized you were so terribly wrong to underestimate it. He had only continued to cry more before running off into the deep alleyway behind him, and stupidly without a second thought you chased him down. You called out to him attempting to find him as you could hear him repeat the words of ‘hide and seek’.

It’s as if every alarm in your head was ringing profusely as you went in deeper to find him, practically circling yourself in attempts to find him. You paused as an unfamiliar scent had hit your nose sharply, it was something like tainted meat or roadkill, but much stronger.

It wasn’t until you had gotten goosebumps quickly as you heard small child like giggles from behind you. You quickly turned around and placed your dominant hand behind your back, reaching for the pistol you had always carried with you. Quickly grabbing it with a firm grip before the laughter became louder and deeper.

The child had now come out from the shadows before you, or at least it’s one of many forms. It soon transformed into a large bird-like beast, with the claws and teeth of a sort of creature you were sure only existed in myths. As it quickly lunged towards you with a loud shriek you drew your weapon and fired 4 times.

You had aimed for nothing but two areas, the head and its heart. Thankfully it had worked because as the beast was just inches away from your face it had dropped dead to the floor. You sighed in relief and laughed to yourself for a while, completely unfazed by the screaming and scatters behind you.

“Guess who’s not bulletproof, dumba-“

“Y/N!” You heard Katsuki shout from behind you, you turned around quickly keeping your lips sealed as your statement was cut off, grateful you hadn’t cursed in front of him. He quickly ran up to you, examining your figure.

“Heard gunshots. Are you injured?” He asked, raising a brow as he looked up and down at you. You only spun around slowly to show your unfazed body and clothing before flaunting the pistol in your hand. Then you pointed at the shriveled-up beast behind you as it bled out.

Katsuki looked at you then the scene wide-eyed before bringing a hand up to his under eyes and dragging it down. It was barely your first day of training and this happened. Especially while he wasn’t around to handle the matter, and who even gave you a pistol to begin with?

He let out an exasperated sigh before reaching over to his radio and patching in. He made authorization aware of the situation and that the threat had been neutralized with no casualties as all civilians were safe, after he received confirmation, he let go before turning back to you.

“You’re lucky I don’t decide to just fire you right now.” He stated, now walking off into the entrance of the alleyway, you quickly made your way beside him ready to plead your case.

“Excuse me? I was just doing my job sir. That thing attacked me first and I saved all of your little paparazzi princesses. Respectfully if you were on point instead of being distracted you wouldn’t have a reason to be mad at me.” You stated professionally, now placing the weapon you had back in its proper place, scoffing under your breath slightly as you turned to the side.

He had hardly tuned into what you were telling him, he kept replaying the entire scene in his head from his view. He was crowded by hundreds for less than 5 minutes and everyone ran off after hearing gunshots. He had counted it and replayed it over and over, 4 shots.

4 bullets aren’t what someone or something would fire if they were trying to send a warning or fight. Those are killer numbers, execution even, and he knew that. So, when his eyes had followed your figure walking over across the street to help a little boy then disappear to hear gunshots his stomach dropped.

So many things rushed in his mind at that very moment, you were quirk-less, which meant you were practically defenseless. Yes you had your skilled martial arts training and enhanced combat, but that was nothing in a gun fight. He didn’t want to fire you for running off or killing a villain, he wanted to fire you because of how reckless you were.

Being reckless and tracking havoc was his job, literally. He was being paid to do so and took a liking to it because he didn’t have to worry about anyone else other than himself, but with you it was different. He wasn’t sure why, but even though he had only officially known you for a few hours he felt as if you were now his responsibility.

Like how he would care for his nieces and nephews from his friends, or his aging parents. If anything had happened to you he wasn’t sure what he would do with himself, breaking the news to his agency would be horrific, and don’t even get him started on telling your family.

As he stood beside you, he placed his hands in his pocket. He only turned his head to the side to glance at you, blinking thoughtlessly before turning his head back as he heard sirens approaching. He hadn’t planned on answering your response, there was no need too. It had barely been solid afternoon and so much had happened already.

“You’re never supposed to leave my side, ‘ts your job, or else we’re both in trouble.” He only responded before making his way over to the parked police vehicles, making you furrow your brows. As your stomach rumbled slightly you had remembered leaving the food off to the side by a table nearby.

You quickly made your way back there to find the food and drinks still in perfect condition. You clapped to yourself and muttered a quick ‘yes’ before scooping them up and making your way over to Katsuki as he had left everything in the hands of the police.

He wasn’t sure what it was, whether it was the food or if you had seen something that caught your eye, but the energy you were giving off just minutes ago was completely gone. You were cheerful, you were smiling, finally after so long of his curiosity eating him up he got to see your smile, with your teeth.

You quickly handed him his share of his drink and bag of food as you kept yours, that cheerful smile still on your face. He thought he was crazy honestly, because as you two went to sit out for a while to open your food and dig in your smile hadn’t left.

He felt a small smile creep up on his lips as well, or maybe it was a smirk, who knows. Whatever it was made his lips curve up and if he hadn’t known any better he would’ve smiled as cheerfully as you, maybe smiles are just contagious.

“Does food make ya smile that hard all the time?” He asked without shame before taking a bite of his sandwich and pointing to your face with his index finger. You paused and looked at him with a raised brow before thinking to yourself. You soon nodded in response to his question as you unwrapped your sandwich.

“Yes sir, it’s one of the many things in this world that I know won’t fail to boost my mood.” You joked before looking over to Katsuki, who only wore an understanding expression on his face as he nodded. As you began to eat your meal you were surprised by how much flavor it had, and you had honestly enjoyed it thoroughly.

For a price so small and a sandwich so large from a place you had never even heard of before it was amazing. You savored it and even asked yourself if you should save some for another day or eat it all today. In the end your urges overcame you and you ate it all in one sitting with Katsuki, who just watched you in silence.

You ate like a rat was his first thought on you. You took rather smaller bites than him and chewed quickly, covering your mouth as you did so. Maybe he was the one who ate weird most of the time, but you were so polite and professional, it’s as if you were having a damn conference with the sandwich.

He only shook his head slightly as he looked off before finishing his food and drink as you did too. As you cleaned off your lips softly with pats and swipes you reached into the inside pocket of your tuxedo pocket. This time the opposite one of the primary that had carried your little fancy pen this morning.

You pulled out a tube of lip-gloss before applying it onto your lips and quickly putting it away as you rubbed your lips together. As the two of you walked Katsuki had only caught a glance of what you were doing, ceasing your actions before placing your thumb up to underneath your bottom lip and swiping a small bit of access lip-gloss.

He turned his head back and focused on the path ahead of him. Whatever shade that was looked good on you, it wasn’t the same one that showed in your photo from your files. It was if he had a little checklist on you from on file to off file, and as of now he had several things written and checked off, one of them now being ‘she carries a weapon on her at all times incase’.

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As night was quickly approaching, Katsuki made it well aware to you that your time for today was up. As his night shift was about to begin and that’s where more of the dangers had come out, so it would be best advised if you went home. You only nodded and thanked him for the day, he walked you over to your vehicle parked in the parking lot of his firm before you drove off.

No matter for either of you it seemed that the days events hadn’t left your minds. Surprisingly enough before you left you had told him if he ever needed anything to contact you, and he didn’t hesitate too. As soon as you had gotten home and showered before preparing something for you to eat again, he was quick to text you.

Even though the number was unidentified and sent as numerous numbers and dashes you could tell who it was. You smiled to yourself slightly as you pressed 2 minutes on the microwave to your meal before checking your messages.

[XXX-XXX-XXXX : I’m just checking in to make sure you arrived. There was a report of something happening in your area.]

[You : Thank you! All’s good here, I’ve been home for a while, I’m getting something to eat now]

[XXX-XXX-XXXX : Okay]

Your smile soon turned into a quick off putting slanted state as you read his reply. It said he was typing for a while, but that’s all he ended up saying. You thought to yourself before typing another response to him attempting to get a reaction.

[You : Thank you for checking up on me, and I really appreciate your care today ☺️]

It had said he was typing, you turned your attention away from your beeping microwave as you watched the bubbles float in the bottom left corner of your phone for a while, maybe a minute, before just disappearing. As you waited you also took this as the perfect time to actually save his number within your contacts, only to come back and see nothing.

You only groaned to yourself as you placed your phone down, now giving your attention back to your beeping microwave before opening it and removing your food, placing it down to earth before thinking off to yourself.

As you finished your food you quickly placed the plate in the sink and cleaned up a bit, preparing everything for tomorrow. You also took the time to reload your pistol, just in case you had to use it again. Eventually you were ready for bed and drifted off to sleep after a long and harsh day.

You were awoken at around midnight to a text notification from your phone, wondering who could be texting you so late. As you perked your head up and reached for your phone you dimmed the brightness on it before reading the notification.

[K. Bakugo : You’re welcome, you weren’t bad for your first day as my assistant. We’ll see how you can handle tomorrow. Goodnight]

You smiled softly as you read the message, placing a hand over your lips cheekily before placing your phone back down. You turned around and got comfortable again before dozing off.

Maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.

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emsnonbinary · 1 month ago

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shot through the heart

bakugo x fem!reader

content: dad bakugo (no angst)

Walking into the hero gift shop, hand in hand with your young daughter. Your husband on her left and you on her right, swinging her small giggling frame as you guys enter the shop.

The rows of shelves filled with every type of trinket and memorabilia imaginable, her eyes lighting up as she takes in the sight.

A welcoming looking sales associate approaches your little family, a customer service smile and a twinkle in her eye knowing she's about to get a good commission.

Katsuki's tall frame radiating an aura that expresses his wishes to be left alone. But alas he must power through for the sake of your daughter.

"Hello there sweetie, is mommy and daddy letting you pick out a new toy" The sales associates practiced voices squeaks out, watching as your daughter releases her parents hands.

Her shiny mary janes running to the display decorated with the top five hero's. "Mhm, I got a star during school! So that means I get a new keychain for my backpack!" Your daughter answered back, her smile wide with her hair flying in her face as she eagerly nodded her head.

Katsuki watched the interaction from the corner of his eye, making sure she going to run off or grab more than she was suppose to.

The three of you listened to the workers explanation of this week's best sellers, although it was you and Katsuki only listening. Your daughter to busy touching every keychain that caught her eye, to caught up in making the hardest decision of her young life.

Her attention only diverting back to the worker when she asked the ultimate question. "So who's your favorite hero sweetie?" The sales associate smiled, looking between the tiny hero's held in your daughter's grip.

You had to tighten your hold on your husband's hand, knowing he was going to answer for her and say it was obviously him.

After hearing the question, your daughter's eyes sparkled with a new found energy. Her tiny hands gripping the toys for dear life before holding up a little plush keychain of a hero your husband knew very well.

"It's the hero Shoto!" Your daughter shouted gleefully, the two toned hero plush being presented to the worker. Her hand pulled up into a reminiscent All Might pose, as she showed off hero favorite hero.

A choked dying noise can be heard next to you, the sound coming from your one and only husband. Turning to look at him, you witnessed what looked to be a defeated father frozen in shock horror.

You lightly patted his back in support, knowing this reaction was going to happen sooner or later.

"Why's he your favorite?" The worker asked, her pristine smile directed towards your daughter. "Because he's the most handsome!" Your baby girl responded, not hearing the strangled sound of death coming from her father.

Like a final killing blow, the explosive hero was shot through the heart by his own daughter. A traitor to the Bakugo name.

Your grip strong as you dragged the fallen soldier to checkout, your daughter none the wiser as she skipped to the cash register with her small Shoto keychain in hand.

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Hold on ..... Bc katsu fucking you in izus bed?!!

It wasn't on purpose.....initially. you n katsuki had a couple of drinks together in the yuei college dorm house, eventually one thing led to another and you found yourself fondling each other's body through sloppy spit filled kisses and sweaty movements trying your hardest to get each others clothes off. Within an instant of stripping you of your close he turned you around and pushed your face into the pillows. He fucked you roughly from behind, not much prep due to him being extremely horny. The gutteral groans he let out the second his cock entered your walls were perfect. You could tell which each thrust he was losing more of his composure, his control. This big tough act he out of was falling. Soon the groans turned into stifled moans and small carefully muffled mewls. his hips piston into the back of your ass with such heavy force. He felt the edge coming quicker than expected, katsuki hated when he got like this he could never hold back. He lifted his foot onto the bed and thrusted into you with so much force. The wind was literally knocked out of your lungs, you were gasping but it's as if the air left as soon as it came in. Katsuki had a hand placed on your lower back slightly on your ass while the other held your head down with a terrible grip, your head was beginning to hurt but how could you begin to care when you had a soon to be pro heros cock inside of you?! Katsukis motions were getting sloppy, his thighs flexing and slightly quivering as he chanted in his mind not to cum just yet, his forehead was sweaty and the hot breaths you both let out were moistening the air. Katsuki soon began to speed his thrusts up once again, making the entire bed shake. The faster he moved the rougher his thrusts got, the back of your thighs and ass were sure to be red, not to mention the fact he'd been gripping your ass cheek terribly hard.

“ fu- fuck...”

His small words were breathy yet strangled, you could hear the way he was holding back. His thick and veiny hand brang a harsh slap onto the flesh of your ass, not just one however. Soon it was two, then three, then four and so much more. He couldn't stop, the slight jiggle of your ass when he hit it triggered something in him. He had his eyes squeezed shut when you two first started in hopes of not cumming, but when he seen your ass bouncing back against him without his help, the way you were just ass needy for him as he was you... Fuck how could he not cum inside?

You two cleaned yourselves up, slightly sobering up after the liquids you two ended up losing. He sniffled before standing and taking notice of his surroundings. His slightly blurry eyes blinking away the tears that wettened his eyes. Katsukis eyes widened before he realized...... That was dekus room..... He looked around at every little detail of the room before his eyes landed on a limited edition super rare or wtv all might card that was preserved in a card slip thing to keep it clean n unbent n shit. It looked u touched and so beautiful, identical to the same one katsuki had....

Katsuki looked down at you and how your legs were slightly shaking, you were sitting on dekus bed cleaning the sticky messing between your thighs with some random blue shirt. You threw it on his bed before standing and leaving without a word. Katsuki gulped and walked out behind you. Hopefully the dimwit wouldn't notice......

Oh but did he. Three days after the party izuku finally decided to go back to his dorm instead of staying at his girlfriends, he mostly just went for some more clothes to take back to ochakos but whatever. He walked into a cold but not so empty room grabbing what he needed and heading towards the door before he realized.....the display he had up over his bed was all messy, the allmight bobble head's were slightly out of place and his other nicnacs were knocked over aswell, somewhat out of place. He hummed of disapproval before heading towards his bed to fix it. Once fixed he looked at his bed that was rather messy aswell...he knew he didn't leave it like that. So, who did? He looked at the crinkled all might shirt that he normally wears to bed and smiled. That was the shirt he'd wanted to wear. His face contorted in a confused way at the feeling of the fabric, it was rather weird. It wasn't as soft as it usually is once washed. He hadn't worn the shirt in a while though, how could it be dirty? He gave the shirt a quick smell before throwing it out of his hands and shivering. It smelled of a familiar smell....for the most part, bodily fluids.

Explaining this story to a couple of the guys he shared classes with they all laughed at the poor green haired boy who regretted not just staying in his room the night of the party. Katsuki however was trying his hardest not to laugh through the small tinge of guilt he felt. It wasn't HIS fault, maybe izuku shouldn't have left his dorm door u locked.

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"Fucked through and through"

pairing: aged up! pro-hero Bakugo x pro-hero! reader

a/n: this one is super long, but bare with me here when I say I think ya'll are going to LOVE it.

It starts like it always does—with shouting.

“Goddammit, Katsuki!” you snap, tossing your gloves onto the locker bench. “You don’t have to fucking bodycheck me during training—”

“Then move faster,” he growls from across the locker room, his voice rough, angry, too close to the edge already. “You’re the one who left your flank open.”

You whirl on him, still hot from the mission, from the clash, from him. “It was a drill, not a deathmatch!”

“Tch. Then don’t fight like you’ve got a death wish.”

That’s it.

You march up to him, toe-to-toe now, chests nearly brushing, your jaw tight.

“And you don’t get to treat me like I’m your fuckin’ rookie sidekick—”

“I’ll treat you how the fuck I want.”

He says it low. Intentionally. Possessive.

Your breath hitches.

He’s close now. Too close.

You open your mouth to snap back—

And that’s when he grabs your face.

It happens fast.

One hand at your jaw, the other fisting the back of your collar, pulling you down to your knees with that brutal, unrelenting force he uses on villains.

Your back hits the cool tile. The locker room lights glare overhead. And Katsuki Bakugou?

He’s already got his cock out.

Thick. Red. Veined. Already leaking like he’s been hard for hours.

“Keep fuckin’ talking,” he snarls, eyes blown wide with fury and something filthier. “Let’s see how much that mouth can take.”

You barely have time to inhale before he’s pushing past your lips—hot, heavy, thick enough that your jaw strains to take it.

“Yeah. That’s it.”

His voice drops to a growl as both hands slide into your hair, gripping tight, using you.

“You wanna argue with me?” “Wanna mouth off in front of the whole fuckin’ squad?” “Then open wide and take what’s fuckin’ yours.”

He thrusts—slow at first—just enough to tease the back of your tongue, letting you adjust, your throat fluttering around him.

You whimper, gagging softly around his cock.

But it only makes him grunt—his hips rolling harder now, sliding deeper.

“Shit, look at you.” “Down there like you fuckin’ belong.”

Spit’s already pooling down your chin. Your mascara’s starting to smudge. Your hands grip his muscular thighs for balance, but he knocks them away with a sneer.

“Nah. Hands behind your back.”

You obey, to your own dismay, heat flushing through you, thighs squeezing together.

And he starts really fucking your mouth.

There’s no rhythm—just raw need. His hips snap forward over and over, cock plunging into your throat, squelching wet sounds filling the locker room.

You gag—again and again—and he doesn’t stop.

“Take it.” “Take it like a fuckin’ good girl.” “So fuckin’ mouthy a second ago. What happened, baby?”

Tears prick your eyes, and your nose brushes his navel with every brutal thrust. You can barely breathe, every inhale catching between spit. his cock and your own shame.

And Bakugou?

He’s watching you. Every second. Eyes locked on your ruined face. That smirk twisting darker each time you gurgle and exude spit around him.

You feel his cock twitch.

You try to brace.

He grabs your head in both hands, plants his feet, and fucks your throat so deep your nose slams into his pelvis.

You scream—around his cock.

And he cums.

“Yeah. Take it. Swallow it—fuck, swallow every fuckin’ drop—”

You do. You have to. There’s too much—hot and thick, it floods your throat, dribbles out your lips, stains your chin.

When he finally pulls out, it’s messy. Your mouth open, strings of spit and cum connecting tongue to cock, your chest heaving, throat red.

He kneels down, grabs your jaw, forces your mouth open again.

“Still wanna argue?”

You shake your head. Dumb. Fucked out.

“Didn’t think so.”

And then?

He lifts you up, carries you toward the private showers, his cock still half-hard, brushing your thigh.

“Let’s see how that pussy handles round two.”

The shower tiles are cold against your back. Steam curls around your skin. Your throat is raw, mouth still slick with his cum, and Bakugou’s hand is already shoved between your thighs, cupping your soaked pussy through your ruined hero suit.

“Still drippin’,” he snarls, voice gravel. “All that fuckin’ attitude and you’re soaked for me.”

He rips the fabric aside—literally tears it, seams splitting—and doesn’t wait for you to adjust.

Two fingers. Deep. Thick. Brutal. Immediate.

You gasp, arching off the tile, legs twitching.

“Yeah. That’s it. You think runnin’ that mouth won’t get you punished?” “You think I’ll just let you walk away after you take my cock like that?”

He flips you around—presses your front to the shower wall with a loud, wet smack, your hands flat against the tile, hips pushed out.

And he drops to his knees behind you.

You barely manage a breath before his tongue is on you. in you.

Lapping. Sucking. Growling.

He spreads your cunt wide with his thumbs and devours you like he’s starving—like your flavor’s the only thing that’ll calm the burning in his chest.

You cry out, knees trembling, thighs slick with spit and water and want.

“All this from suckin’ my cock?”

You nod—dazed, panting.

And then he stands.

Grabs your hips.

And shoves his cock into you—hard.

You scream.

The angle. The stretch. So full, so fast, you slam into the wall with a choked sob.

Bakugou grips your hips like he owns them—thumbs digging into bruises he’s already made, hips crashing into yours with wet, violent slaps that echo in the steam.

“Yeah. That’s it.” “That pussy fuckin’ sucks me in. You hear it?” “So fuckin’ loud.”

He wraps a hand around your throat again, just like before—pulls you back against his chest as he fucks up into you, this new angle bring him deeper you swear you could feel him in the depths of your stomach.

Your knees start to buckle.

And he catches you with a grunt.

“You’re not fuckin’ going anywhere.” “You’re takin’ every inch until I’m done.”

You clench around him—tight, and desperate.

And that’s what snaps him.

He slams in deep and stays there—hips flexing, cock twitching, and then—

“Take it. Take my fuckin’ load.”

He cums hard. Loud, rough, grinding into you as he fills you, cum spilling out around his cock, mixing with water and sweat and heat.

You moan—wrecked. Gone. Brainless.

You're still trembling.

The shower is long behind you now, but your body’s barely functioning—legs wobbly, your suit hanging halfway off your body, and his cum is still dripping down your inner thighs with every step you take.

But Bakugou?

He’s still hard.

And he’s dragging you by the wrist back to the bench in the middle of the locker room.

“Sit.”

You try to catch your breath, but he’s already spinning you around—pushing you down onto the bench, your knees hitting tile with a dull slap, your eyes just inches from his cock.

“Open that pretty fuckin’ mouth again.”

You blink up at him. Dazed. Still fucked out.

“Don’t get shy now,” he grunts, thumbing your chin, guiding your lips open again. “You know what I want.”

His cock is so hard—angry, red, still glistening from where he pulled out of your soaked cunt in the shower. The veins stand out thick along his shaft, and the tip leaks with another drop of cum that lands on your tongue.

You whimper.

And he shoves in again.

Your throat opens on reflex—used to him now. Hungry for him.

He groans. Loud. Like this is what he’s needed all fucking day.

“God, your mouth…” “Takes me like it’s what you were made for.”

This time, there’s no warm-up. No teasing.

He fucks your face raw.

One hand grips your hair, the other on the back of your head, using you like you’re not a hero, not his girlfriend, not a person—just a mouth to be used.

You gag and splutter around his cock.

Drool spills down your chin. Onto your chest. Down your stomach.

“Messy little slut,” he growls. “You like this? my cock in your mouth?”

Your nails claw at his thighs—not an attempt to stop him. To hold yourself steady. To pull him in deeper.

He moans—needy, desperate.

“Fuck. Look at you—gaggin’ for me, takin’ it all, eyes fuckin’ rolled back—”

He twitches. You feel it.

You brace.

And then—he cums again.

Harder.

Thicker this time. Heat floods your mouth, and this time you can’t swallow it all—some of it escape from the corner of your mouth and down your neck.

You’re shaking, throat used, chest slick with him.

And Bakugou?

He crouches down. Wipes a thumb through the mess on your face and shoves it back into your mouth.

“Swallow all of it. Every drop.”

You do. Of course you did.

And when you’re done?

He tilts your chin up. Smirks. Cock still wet, still twitching.

You already knew what that smirk meant.

At this point, you're breathless.

Still reeling from how he used your mouth—cum on your tongue, throat raw, body trembling.

But Bakugou?

He’s not done.

“Get up on the bench,” he growls, voice dark, low, mean. “Face down. Ass up.”

You blink, dazed. “Katsuki—”

“Now.”

And like your body’s wired for him, you obey.

You’re barely on your knees, hands braced on the far end of the locker room bench, when he yanks the remains of your suit down—rips them completely, fingers digging into your hips.

Your pussy’s still so soaked.

Still twitching. Still leaking. Still throbbing from the aftershocks of the shower, from his cock down your throat.

Bakugou groans behind you when he sees it.

“Look at this fuckin’ mess.” “Can’t even keep your legs closed, can you?”

You whine.

And then—he slides in.

No warning. No mercy.

The sound is filthy.

So wet. So loud. Your cunt sucking him in, squeezing him like a vice.

Your knees skid on the bench. You nearly collapse.

But he grabs your hips—and slams in deeper.

“There she fuckin’ is.” “Tight little pussy just beggin’ for it.”

He sets a brutal rhythm—hips slapping your ass, cock grinding that spot inside you that makes your vision blur.

“You feel that?” he hisses. “You know what’s fuckin’ comin’, don’t you?”

Your nails claw the bench. The pressure is building. Fast. Sharp. Dangerous.

Your voice breaks. “Katsuki, I—fuck—I can’t—”

“Yes, you fuckin’ can.”

His hand slips under you, finds your clit—rubs it just right.

You jerk.

Your whole body locks up.

And you scream.

You squirt.

Hard.

A sharp gush sprays between your thighs, soaking his cock, the bench, even the tile below.

It’s loud, embarrassing, uncontrolled—and he fuckin’ loves it.

“That’s it,-fuck- baby,” he groans. “Fuckin’ soak me.” “Squirt all over this cock. I fuckin’ earned that.”

You cry out again—shaking, hips bucking against him. But he doesn’t stop.

He fucks you through it, pace relentless, wet slaps echoing off the locker walls.

You’re sobbing. Moaning. Too far gone.

He leans over your back, lips at your ear:

“No one else makes you do that, huh?” “No one else makes you fuckin’ squirt like that.” “Say it.”

You gasp, choking on your own moans. “Only you—fuck—only you, Katsuki—”

“That’s right.”

He slams in deep. And finally, and hopefully for the last time, he cums inside you with a growl, cock twitching like crazy, filling you up again.

When he pulls out?

You're ruined.

Soaked. Trembling. Legs twitching as you drip onto the tiled floor.

And Bakugou?

He pulls you back into his lap on the bench, still wet, still open, cum leaking everywhere as he kisses you.

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