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₊˚➹📞 . . . ❜❛ 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 ❜❛ ⊹₊ 🗯

quick synopsis— bakugo is fascinated by Curly!Reader's curly hair and her low attention span. The start of a possible series.

ⓘ tags/warnings! fem!curly head reader x bkg, bakugo is watching you, reader is implied to have type 3 hair, temporarily set in izuku's POV

Notes — this is my first ever katsuki fic I've written in YEARS. Call this my tumblr writer debut. Be nice to me yall😓

❜❛…You're staring again, Kacchan..❜❛

❜❛ Huh!? Fuck off, nerd. No I'm not. . . And mind'y fuckin' business. ❜❛

This is the 3rd time today I've caught Kacchan, not so discreetly, burning holes into the back of that poor girl's head. In other words, admiring her. He's infatuated with her. And i'm not the only one who's noticed his strange.. adoring behaviour towards her, either. Everyone knows he's been lowkey fascinated by her since the start of UA.. we are in the middle of the second year now.

They've gotten closer.

And his staring problem is getting worse.

Katsuki Bakugou is not staring. How can he, when he's too busy focusing on whatever the fuck Aizawa sensei is yapping about at the front of the class to notice the way the orange afternoon hue glows as it envelopes your entire being with a warm alluring aura and bounces off your full crown of curliness which gracefully falls and tumbles over each other to the opposite side of your face when your head tilts slightly towards the window, towards the warmth…

Ah. he spotted it.

“t's usually the first tell-tale sign of her attention span reaching its peak,” Bakugo thinks.

because as you begin mindlessly raking the pink stelleto— or whatever the name is of those fuckass nails of your fingers through the mixture of tight and loose coils of your hair in thought,

Your face softens. You're not focused. He scowls.

"..the idiot's lost in thought again." He mumbles to himself, making a mental note to hold you back at break to tell you off for daydreaming in class again. He's probably gonna have to drag you to the library to help you with the work you should be focused on. But then his observation changes suddenly.

"Wait, no, she's most likely remembering something... Probably not related to anything being taught," Bakugo figures, eyeing the way half the nail of your pinkie finger on the opposite hand disappears past your lips as you bite down on it, your rosey strawberry lipgloss smudges but you don't care.

He licks his lips subconsciously.

But then, you catch a singular curl in between your thumb and your first finger. Twirling it in your fingers helps you ground yourself, he remembers learning about you. And he's watching you intently now. Half wondering how soft it would feel in between his fingers instead because he knows this usually means you're in focus mode.

You're definitely trying to remember something. His head is propped up in his hand, his body is slightly turned toward you, so he can see the quick movement of your eyes scanning the room, but he knows you're not looking for anything in particular, you're mentally searching for a memory and making sure you're not missing any moments out.

He squints at you when you tilt your head back. And then you squint at the ceiling slightly as you start to think harder. "C'monn what are ya' daydreamin' about now air-head.." he wondered, tapping his finger against his temple impatiently watching you batter those dolly curled lashes a couple of times, and then,

You smile to yourself. Bingo.

But when you realise you accidentally let your nonchalance slip, your posture straightens and you immediately force your rosey strawberry gloss coated lips into a thin line. Bakugo smirks to himself because he knows you're not holding that face for long. And just like he predicted, you're in that position for like 4 seconds, he counts, until he catches the corners of your mouth twitch, reluctantly turning down into a downward smile.

You're fighting back a laugh.

And he fucking scoffs to himself in disbelief because he can practically read your mind by watching your facial expressions and knows what you're trying really hard not to even so much as giggle about, which is a comment he made last week which you've been giggling about all week. And yet, after all that time you should've gotten over it, you're still laughing about it.

And you're still losing.

He stares you down like he's challenging you not to crack. Because he knows you will. You always do. And he's so calling it. He's betting that restrained, trembling grin'll finally crumble so he can see your face beam again, just like you did when he first made that apparently hilarious comment.

And like clockwork, you fucking caved. You drop your head in defeat letting yourself experience the really funny conversation you had with him which he knows was not that fucking funny for the 58th time this week, stifling out a laugh through your nose, and dramatically throwing your head back like you're coming up for air with your thick head of curls following suit, bouncing as it flipped behind you, falling to frame your face differently from before; with that wide stupid dorky grin he's been waiting for plastered onto you're syrupy rosey lips.

❜❛ Thereee it is,❜❛ he smirks to himself ❜❛..fuckin' called it..❜❛ relishing in the warm, fuzzy feeling of self-satisfaction and pride that was growing in his chest and something else he couldn't put his finger on at the fact you were still fighting and failing to act unamused by a week old moment you two had and that stupid dorky smile he secretly adores seeing.

He lives for that smile. He truly does.

And when Kirishima spots him from his peripheral vision, he quickly nudges Denki beside him, directing his attention with two tilts of his head Bakugo's way and offers a knowing look, “He's doing it again.” and the boys both snicker quietly when he catches them, catching him catching you getting distracted and immediately faces forwards, grumbling something incoherent to himself

You being completely oblivious to what was going on, look over to where the source of the laughing was coming from, then to a frustrated pink eared Bakugo, then back to the window wondering how long it was until break time, blissfully unaware of the absolute mouthful the annoyed blonde two rows beside, one row behind you was planning to hand you in under 20 minutes

₊˚➹📞author's note on voice mail, please leave a msg after the tone ᵎ 📝 — FUUUUUUUUUCK I will always be in love with the curly girl x boy who is obsessed with curly girls hair trope. This was lowkey very self indulgent, please forgive me but I just I love it so much, I think I love it just as much as the childhood bffs trope. I will definitely be extending this out to be a series.

TAGS!! : @dollyfetti @missdynamighttt @writeriguess @cashmoneyyysstuff

[00o-kobenii-myphoone]

SO SWEET☹️

"silent care"

you sat on the bench near the training grounds, staring at the wound inflicted into your thigh as you zone out. you reply the moments of the spar between you and your boyfriend katsuki, you were used to him not holding back, but it still bewildered you every time

"oi, get yer ass over here. lemme bandage you up" katsuki's voice called out to you, his words familiar. he'd always help take care of you in his own way, especially after sparring with you

you walk over to him, eyeing the rubbing alcohol and bandages in his hand, a first aid kit beside him. you sit down next to him, thighs touching. you wince when he daps the cotton ball damp with rubing alcohol

"shut yer ass up, I'm tryin' to concentrate" bakugo muttered, his tone stern and gruff like always

"your yapping like your the one who is enduring this big ass cut on my thigh" you retort, rolling your eyes playfully as he disinfects the area of your wound

"yer lucky I didn't mess up that pretty face of yours" he huffed, a defiant smirk gracing his features

"just keep going!" you shoot, playfully obviously

he replies with a deep laugh rumbling from his chest. once he's done disinfecting your wound, he take the bandage he set aside. he carefully lifts your thigh up and wraps the bandage around your thighs surprisingly gently

katsuki bakugo spoke with actions, not words

once he was done, he dramatically sighed

"there. I'm done taking care of yer lazy ass" he spoke, a dramatic look on his face

"oh shush" you snapped back, slapping a hand to his rock hard bicep

"now come on. I'm not gonna wait for yer ass again, y/n" he said, standing up after returning the medkit

"I'm coming, I'm coming!!" you replied, approaching him not long after

you two walked back to his dorm, playful banter accompanying the orange and pink hues of the sunset

once the door to his dorm shut with a soft click, you two were sighing in exhaustion from the day. you stripped from your clothes, so did katsuki as he started the water for a shower

you grabbed some clothes that katsuki kept at his dorm for whenever you stayed over, walking over to the bathroom where katsuki was, checking the warmth of the water every few minutes

you smiled softly at him, which he responded with a dopey smile, as if he didn't even know how to smile until you showed up

you two got into the shower, skin to skin, breaths mingling with each other from how close you two were. you admired his surprisingly soft spikes, his cherry irises, his very hard-earned body from hero training. he admired your (e/c) eyes, the way your hair/curls fell over your face and framed it perfectly, he admired your body, loving the way it feels in his hands

katsuki bakugo was so whipped for you

it was only in vulnerable moments like this where he'd mutter and "I love you" which he did. you almost didn't hear it from how softly he spoke. it was rare for him to say that, but when he did, you knew he meant it

"I love you too, katsuki" you replied, melting into his touch

his fingertips massaged the shampoo into your hair, deliberately washing the soap suds out of your hair before working in the conditioner

after the shower, you both dressed yourselves beside each other. you two melted into the soft fabric of his sheets, his arms wrapping around you as you tucked your head under his chin, the soft fabric of your bonnet/hair tickling his skin as the two of you drift to sleep

hey guys!! sorry I wasnt writing for a bit, my school is just piling assignments on me like summer is literally only a week away WHYY but anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this. have a good rest of your day!!

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[00o-kobenii-myphoone]

LMAO

best friend bakugou who finally asks you out by grabbing your face and smashing your lips against his as your sitting alone on a bench together talking about your favourite little figures and trinkets

[00o-kobenii-myphoone]

WOAH GODDAMN

FILLED 彡 Bakugou Katsuki

| MDNI - 18+ | WARNINGS :: timeskip bakugou, x fem reader, piv, penetrative sex, creampie, major breeding, breeding with the intent to get you pregnant, mating press, missionary, prone bone, over stimulation, pet names 'my love, pretty, baby, love, darling?', mentions of reader being a house wife, reader wanting to be a house wife + more . total wc :: 1.9k+

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Bakugou is seen as a hot head, paparazzi never fail to ask him if he acts this way with you and his answer will forever and always be, 'no, she's my wife. not you, extra's.' He would never think about hurting you in any way or form possible as long as the two of you are together, and even if you were to see your separate ways, he would never think if hurting you still. 

However, one thing was certain, Bakugou thinks daily about how you would look pregnant, struggling to walk further into the pregnancy, asking for his help constantly. Taking care of you is all he wants to do, it is something he craves deeply, so deeply it's getting annoying. The thought is prying in his mind so much that he gets agitated, to the point where he can't think straight. 

Katsuki is more than amazing towards you, he's cooks bomb food, his aftercare is absolutely beautiful, and he cares for you so much, you're beautiful husband. But this isn't about you, this is about him. Bakugou cums to the thought of you being filled with his seed, your belly swelling with his child. This leads you to stay at home and be his pretty little housewife, catering to his children. He knows you're a hero, a strong one but even you've said, he remembers it clear as day when you uttered the words, 'this hero stuff, I don't think I can do it anymore Kats', I wanna stay at home.'

So, this is where sex leads to again.

Your body folded into a tight mating press under Bakugou's body. And, god, you were sobbing, fat tears falling from your eyes from the pleasure and stimulation. Bakugou's cock was nuzzled perfectly up against your cervix, resting there and he kept all his cum up in your silky walls.

"'Kats'," you mewl out through sobs. "Please, wait, it's too much." Even though you were pleading for him to slow down, you couldn't help but relish in how overstimulated he was making you feel, it felt so good you never wanted it to end. 

It's been three rounds already, in the same position, and your poor body is getting folded into that position. Your back and knees were beginning to ache, but you loved how his dick trusted so perfectly up into your cunt. Bakugou's lowers down to your trembling body, peppering soft and gentle kisses all over your face. 

"You're doing so good for me," he hums agasint your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent along with his caramel glycerin sweat. "You can take a little more from me, my love, please?" he begs.

"Feels so full though, Kats'. I don't think I can take another one," you hiccup, but you can, you need it so much, you crave it so badly. 

He presses his lips to yours, his tongue entangling with your own, and you both moan into each other's mouths. You let out a wince when Bakugou helped you lower your legs down from the sides of your head, allowing your legs to wrap tightly around his hips, his thick and still erect length still in your cunt.

Bakugou drags his length out, a breathless sigh emitting from your mouth into his own, relief crossing your features, thinking that the two of you were done. But then, all of a sudden your head was thrown back in overstimulation, and a moan strung from your mouth as his cock slides right back into your cum filled walls.

"Love, please, for me," Bakugou whispers into your ear, breath tickling your skin. "Need to fill you so bad, fill you more."

"Fuck," you breathily sigh, suddenly all your stamina has been revived, you beg, "Please. Promise, I can take it."

"Thank you," he replies, smirking agasint your lips, aching to be closer to you. 

Bakugou slips out of your walls and gently flips your body onto its stomach, and your eyes were wide with surprise, not expecting a sudden change of position once again. You could feel him lift your hips and place a soft and fluffy pillow under your lower abdomen before letting your body rest fully down on it.

You then felt Bakugou's mass press down against your back, and you let out a soft huff at the sudden weight. His abs were flush against your back, hands gripping the backs of your own, pressing them into the bed. He was about to go insane, you looked, no, are so small compared to him and it makes him go feral. Bakugou's breath tickled your ear and you wiggled your head at the warm sensation, your core getting wetter, your body trying to squirm away from the imposing hold that he had on you.

Bakugou's hands moved slowly, changing his grip so that one of his hands held both of you over your head, being cautious not to get your hair entangled within the movement. A content sigh leaves your mouth when Bakugou raises his body ever so slightly, trailing his free hand down the expanse of your smooth back before his fingers meet your slick entrance, filled with his cum from previous rounds.

"I'll make you feel so good," he mutters against your ear before taking a nibble at the collagen, you let out a gasp at the sudden action. Then you felt a heavy, throbbing tip press against your clit and you moaned from the small touch. You tried to squirm away from the pleasurable cause but couldn't as Bakugou knew your body more than you did yourself, he knew you were gonna try to run from his body due to the pleasure. So, he pressed his weight against you once more.

You held your breath when Bakugou sank his throbbing cock into your spongey walls, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Bakugou's length nudged the deepest spot within you.

"That's it," Bakugou groans, relishing in the way your walls clench him, how could he not want to cum inside, you feel so good. "There you go, pretty girl. Taking me so damn well."

You sigh in pleasure at the praise, he knew that you loved to be worshipped, you savoured his words, loving how he praised you, taking his length. But he didn't move, he wanted to relish in how you desired to cause friction, desired to move against his touch, but couldn't. Bakugou's cock, prodded so deep in your gummy walls that you whimpered in pleasure, but that didn't stop him from not moving. He was still snug inside.

Hot and heavy kisses trail down from your ear down to the dip of your neck to shoulder and a breathless sigh escaped your parted lips before Bakugou rolled his hips into yours. A moan slips out of your mouth, his thick length scraping all the sensitive parts of your warm insides.

Bakugou's knees spread your legs apart so that any advances from you ensured that they would be shut down, so that you remained situated below him, your pretty body that paled in comparison to his frame. As he expected, you couldn't move from his trapping embrace.

His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of you needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Bakugou was breathily sighing in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.

Bakugou was filling you up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in your cunt that caused you to scream out in fulfilment. "I know, my love," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, your body shaking with pleasure.

Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Bakugo's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot. You sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. 

He smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, "It's alright, pretty, you can hold out," he coos.

Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't, his weight was too heavy for you to move against him, and you were utterly hopeless as his thrusts became faster.

"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. 

Your body trembled beneath him, and the hold he had on your hands loosened. Your hips were getting held, then, the strength he possessed lifted you onto your knees before a bicep wrapped around your throat, lifting your head. It wasn't a tight grip, but the power lifted your head from the futon while you shakily rested your weight on your elbows.

Your back arched heavily, finally being able to sink more into him. Bakugou hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans. "Good girl, taking me so deep," Bakugou groaned, pulling away from your mouth and pushing this arch into your back deeper.

He watched your ass ripping again his lower abdomen, watching your cunt with vermilion iris'. Observing how your walks sucked him in, leaving a creamy white rind of arousal around the base of his cock.

"Making you feel so good, aren't I?" Bakgou groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.

"Gonna fill you up," Bakugou adds. "You're taking me so deep, deserve to have my cum."

"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."

You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate. "Such a good girl," He leaned down and mumbled in your ear chased with a deep moan that stirred your insides clenching around his length.

"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head.

"C'mon, pretty," he growled and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was. His thrusts didn't slow, causing you to whimper in overstimulation, but Bakugou helped it, his hips continuing to rut into yours, helping you ride out your orgasm as he chased his own.

With a groan, his lips planted against yours once again as his hips slammed into yours, hard, his cum spilling inside you causing you to moan into his kiss. And you felt more of his cum spill into your fertile womb, painting your insides white, you could almost feel your stomach bulging from how much you had of your man inside you.

Bakugou slipped his softening length out, and pulled away from the kiss as you slumped to the futon, his eyes chained to the white splotches of silky come that spilled from your gaping cunt, watching with a slight frown as the cum spilled from your cunt. he pushes his fingers in and you immediately lean forward but that doesn't make his fingers leave, he only pushes them deeper in response.

"Katsuki!" you moan out. "Give me a sec, babe."

"Sorry, pretty," he apologised, placing kisses to your shoulder, his voice a soft grumble. "Let me just keep my fingers here for a while, have to make sure I've done my job right."

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

[00o-kobenii-myphoone]

I need to be spayed

*coughs* as the number one katsuki with a kindle supporter... I. I just. Hnngh.

Katsuki grunts on the couch from his spot. He uses his thumb to flick to the next page on his Kindle and chews his bottom lip. And you're... turned on.

He's so comfortable splayed out on the couch, topless and in sweats. Blonde locks of hair fluffed up and messy from a recent nap. A small blanket is draped over his lap. The low hum of the AC fills the house but if you listen quietly enough you can hear him breathing or adjusting from time to time.

Katsuki's gotten so.. so beefy in the past few months. He's bulking— some shit to do with the gym. What it really means is that your big, hot, pro hero lover is eating his fill. And oh god it is doing things to you.

He's been so relaxed lately. There's something about the little pouch of chub over his lower tummy. The way his chest and arms look. Probably the best part about all of this is that the doctor said he's actually healthier this way. Being too lean puts strain on the body.

Your feet wiggle in their place as you gawk at him. Previously you'd trotted your way across the cool flooring and into the kitchen for a water bottle refill. But it seems that your mind has.. other ideas.

Katsuki swipes to the next page and you slink into the living room, water bottle forgotten to mingle with the counter. You come to an abrupt halt and let out a strangled noise when you face him. If you thought he looked hot from in the other room.. fuck.

There's a pair of reading glasses he bitched about getting perched on the bridge of his nose. Ruby red eyes sleepy and half lidded, yet his lips are slick and glistening from his tongue. He glances up and raises an amused brow.

"Can i help you?" Katsuki drawls, kindle now resting against his knee.

You're on him like butter on bread. You plant yourself on across his lap and kiss him silly. There's no need to hesitate, lips parting to swipe your tongue over the seam of his. He's startled at first and puffs out a laugh into it before he falls back. Your hands firmly press on the expanse of his large chest, then slide their way down the sides of his ribs.

You pull away, both gasping for air.

"You are just. God." You huff out, flushed and warm all over.

"I'm god?" Katsuki snickers, hands finding their way to your hips. He gets a kick out of this, you think.

"You're – yeah, something like that. Just-" you moan "- baby you're gonna be the death of me." You finish. You're going to kiss the fuck out of him again as soon as you get ahold of yourself.

[00o-kobenii-myphoone]

Canon actually

Katsuki Bakugou x Fem! reader

Suggestive !!

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This photo just gives off Katsuki- idk he likes that you guys are on a certain level of comfort in your relationship where he can touch you wherever and you don’t protest his actions or shy away from him.

This might be a bit ooc but he loves giving subtle touches, he thinks he’s so slick when he lightly grabs your waist when he reaches over you to grab something from a shelf or when he kisses you and takes a nice whiff of your scent .

But when he’s being bold, he knows it’s obvious when he gropes you. (Completely consensual!!!!)

He’s so nonchalant about it and it genuinely gets you going when he acts like it’s a normal thing (it is with you guys but you get what I’m saying.)

Most of the time it’s not even in a sexual way, he just likes touching you.

Doesn’t matter if he’s holding your hand or man handling your ass from the back he can’t not touch you.

You asked him one time if he was a ‘ass or tits guy’ and he just scoffed. he said “stupid ass question.” The only reason he said that was because he genuinely can’t choose, if he can have a hand on your thigh, ass or tits he’s happy.

“Mhh.. cakes..” he mumbled into your neck breathing in your sweet scent .

You were sat in his lap back against his chest and his arms wrapped around your waist. His head burried in your neck and his hot breath making the hairs on your neck stick up.

You both were supposed to be watching a movie but it just turned into you watching.

It was past his bedtime which made you roll your eyes— he’s a whole 17 year old with a bed time.

“Shhh the movie is getting good.” You didn’t care that he was literally attached to you, you just wanted to watch the movie.

“Nah. Freedom of speech.” He rubbed his nose against your skin, the feeling giving you shivers.

His hands once wrapped around you slowly crept its way up your shirt— and lucky for him you weren’t wearing a bra.

Just like that your shirt was crumpled on your chest and his hands filled with the meat of your boobs. Your top half completely exposed.

“You’re no better than mineta..” you sighed as he quite literally squished the plush skin of your boobs. Not one or two shy squishes, no this man was using your boobs as stress balls.

“Don’t care, yer fuckin soft. I live for this shit.” he continued his kneading, his head drowsy as he tried to fight the sleep that loomed over him.

“Pshh okay Kats, whatever makes you happy.” You giggled leaning more into his touch.

You would kill for soft Bakugou and it wasn’t even funny (he’d do the same.)

(I wrote this 4 TIMES FOR IT NOT TO SAVE, TUMBLR WTH.)

[00o-kobenii-myphoone]

SOOO SWEEEET

warm hands, loud heart

it’s a cold, humid, day at the UA campus. class had just been dismissed by your very sleep deprived teacher. your body was blanketed by a thick layer of fabric, a hoodie draped over your figure as you wait for a certain someone

your eyes drift outside of the glass window, watching the drops of rain race each other down the window. you hear shoes stomping against the floor, signaling that your explosive boyfriend had been finished getting scolded by Aizawa

“didn’t have t’ wait for me” his usual arrogant voice rings out. your gaze flitting to meet his own

“well i did, so deal with it” your reply, hearing bakugo grumble in response. your feet start to step in motion, toward your dorm as bakugo’s form slowly appears beside you. he followed beside, falling into sync with your feet as you both walked toward the dormitories

“stop yer bitchin’ and hold my hand” he rumbles, his hand waiting expectantly for your warmth to envelope his own

“never expected you to be the lovey dovey type, kats” your retorted, a teasing tone accompanying your words

bakugo just grumbled in response again. your hands slowly wrapped around his own. his rough, calloused hands wrapping around your own soft skin. bakugo wore his usual scowl as you two routed the hallways, inching toward the dorms as your bodies itched to be wrapped in each others arms

“yer hand is cold..” he murmurs, looking anywhere but you out of nervousness, desperately trying to mask his anxiousness with a playful banter

“and yours is warm” you reply, gaze locked onto him and occasionally flocking to gaze outside of the windows

“well shut up so i can warm it. ya might get sick” he retorted, his hand gripping your hand slightly tighter

as the pair began to near the dormitory, it also meant that the duo had to go out into the rain. you two stood under a roof, shielding you from the rains kisses

“ready?” you say, getting into a running position before glancing in bakugo’s way

“obviously” he grumbles, getting ready to run

“last one there is a rotten egg!!” you scream before taking off, letting mother natures water cascade over your body and french your clothes

“HEY!! YOU CHEATED!!” bakugo screams out from behind you, his yells ringing out into the air as he chases after you

snickers and giggles left your mouth as you ran, your feet coming into contact with the puddles pooling around the ground and your feet, splashing icy sprays with every sprint you took. as soon as you saw the dormitory nearing, you used your last bit of energy to dash toward the entrance before hearing explosions spark behind you, instantly picking up the pace while letting small giggles escape your lips

“GET BACK HERE YA IDIOT!!” bakugo exclaims, his voice sounding behind you before you outstretch your arms, grabbing onto the handles of the entrance and bursting out in laughter

“I WON!!” you choke out between fits of laughter, feeling the anger and competition radiate off of bakugo

as you come down from the excitement from winning, your met with bakugo’s gaze. his gaze roaming over you with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips

“is a certain someone becoming a softie?” you tease

“NO ONE WOULD BECOME A SOFTIE FOR YER ASS!!” he retorts almost instantly, grabbing the door of the entrance to the common rooms and slamming it open for your, your shoes slightly squelching against the floor because of how much water it absorbed

his retort made you snicker, knowing his words were just a show. you both dry off, laying in each others embrace in bakugo’s dorm

your eyes hang heavy, drooping before just letting them flutter closed. your body succumbing to the warmth of your boyfriends arms and the exhaustion that slowly caught up to you from the day until you heard a small murmur

“love ya..” bakugo spoke, his voice soft. honestly, you were too tired to be bothered but you knew you were gonna squeal about it when you woke up

“love you too.” you reply, your voice soft and unguarded before slowly drifting off to peaceful slumber

hiii!! sorry for not writing for a few days! I had to attend a family event out of state. I hope you enjoyed and have a good day!!

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OKAY OKAY WAITWAITWAITWAIT

IKKK I said "katsuki has a tongue piercing which will be mentioned in my next post" a couple days ago but I had a vision

Actor! Katsuki "I do my own stunts" Bakugo. I'm thinking if he was an action/adventure based actor, he'd be like one of my all time favourite actors, Tom Cruise. He'd never have a stunt double, he'd rarely ever do second takes, half the movie he's improvising, and his personal camera man would be Izuku Midorya who has to keep up with him and learn some of his stunts to get the best shots because "the camera-man never dies"

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WOAH.

I was not expecting that

Hello!! I was hoping if you could make a scenario of katsuki x fem!reader, where reader experiences her first squirt while doing it with Katsuki!

If its not ur cup of tea its alright!🫶🏻

DEVOTION | Katsuki Bakugo

synopsis: He makes you feel good>

content: smut

It was more than pleasing you, much more than seeing you in bliss, more than your breathless praises to him.

Katsuki had a selfish like goal. No secret,—it was written all over his greedy touches. In the way his hands branded your skin like a claim,  In the way his mouth lingered too long, tasting, taking, as if to memorize you from the inside out.

Every moan he pulled from you was another tally in a quiet war only he knew he was waging. He didn’t just want your body pliant under his. He seemed to want your soul curled around his name. He wanted the tremble in your voice when you whispered, "Katsuki," to be his altar. A devotion. A surrender.

Because if you gave him everything maybe—just maybe—he could believe he was worthy of it. The glow of your back flushed, arching beautifully, so much so under his palms of guidance that He leans forward, his chest pressed to your back, damp skin meeting damp skin. You feel his breath first, warm at the base of your neck, then the weight of his hand smoothing over your waist—slowing things down, steadying you, steadying himself.

“ Again,” he mutters, not looking for something pretty. “Call me again” he nipped at your shoulder, striking your outer thighs with his palm.

Your breath hitches. “Katsuki…”

He exhales like he’s been holding it for hours. Like your voice is the only thing keeping him from succumbing to the pulse of your pussy holding onto his so tight.. His lips drags across your shoulder, slow, a little shaky.

“You don’t get it,” he says, almost to himself. “When you say my name like that... it makes everything else shut up.”

Your fingers curl in the sheets. You feel the tension in his jaw where it grazes your skin, how he hesitates just a second before his mouth finds you again—kissing, mouthing at you like he’s trying to hold on through touch alone.

He wants more than the sounds you make. He wants the part of you that means them. The way your body tilts into him without thinking. The way you whisper his name like it’s not just his—it’s yours, too.

And maybe he’s being selfish. Maybe this is all too much. But when your hand reaches back to thread through his hair and you say his name again—so soft, so sure—Katsuki lets his forehead rest against your shoulder and believes it.

“mmm, deeper” you grind your ass onto his hips, a wet squelch where you were both connected, making him sigh as he adorned your glowing skin. Your face presses into your folded arms, your voice slips, the heat clawing at your abdomen.

His lips find your cheek, burning and damp with exertion, and he kisses you there—soft, almost reverent. A contrast to the way he rolls his hips forward, deeper, deliberate, dragging his cock through the tight clutch of your walls like he’s searching for something only you can give him.

You gasp, head tilting back instinctively, but he doesn’t miss. He trails kisses across your face, wet and lingering—your cheekbones, the corner of your mouth, the shell of your ear—each one a worship, a vow unspoken. His thrusts slow just enough to make you feel every inch, every twitch and drag, as if he’s trying to memorize the way you fit around him.

"Fuck," he groans against your skin, voice thick, ruined. “You keep getting tighter"

You don’t. And maybe you couldn’t, even if you tried.

His hand cradles your jaw, turning your face just enough so your lips nearly brush. His forehead rests against yours, breathing heavy and uneven, his rhythm stuttering as you squeeze around him—hot, soaked, trembling.

“Katsuki…”

The sound of your voice wrecks him.

He pushes in harder, slower now, with a kind of aching purpose. Your body trembles under the weight of him, under the heat in his voice when he says, “That’s it… just like that. Let me feel you.”

He kisses your lips this time—messy, open-mouthed, too full of need to be sweet—and your moan gets swallowed between your tongues. His thumb finds your chin, holding you there as he rolls his hips again, cock dragging deep in slow, perfect pressure.

You whimper into his mouth, and he groans against your lips like he’s unraveling.

“Let me keep this,” he murmurs. “Let me have this version of you. The one that says my name like it means something.”

And inside that slow, steady rhythm, with your hands tangled in his hair and his mouth still chasing every inch of your skin, Katsuki moves like a man trying to earn your devotion—one thrust, one kiss, one breath at a time.

He shifts the angle of his hips, just slightly—but it’s enough. Enough to make your body jolt, your hands scramble at the sheets. His thrusts pick up pace, not frantic, but deliberate—like he knows exactly where to hit, how to keep you right on the edge without letting you fall just yet.

His mouth finds your ear again, his breath hot as he murmurs, “There. Right there—feelin’ that?”

You nod quickly, too overwhelmed to speak, and he groans when he feels you tighten up around him.

“Fuck, baby… you’re close.”

His hand moves, sliding down your stomach, fingers finding your clit with practiced ease. He doesn’t tease. Just circles it with steady pressure, perfectly in sync with the thrusts of his hips now snapping harder, deeper. That pressure starts building too fast, your thighs tensing as the heat coils tighter and tighter in your gut.

“I got you,” he murmurs, kissing the edge of your jaw. “Just let it happen.”

And then—like a string snapping—you break.

Your body jerks under him, legs trembling as the wave crashes over you. But it’s more than that. It hits so deep, so sharp, your breath catches and your body doesn’t just clench—it releases.

Your hips stutter against his as a gush of liquid spills between you, soaking the sheets beneath, slick and sudden and unstoppable.

Katsuki groans loud at the feel of it, hips rolling slower, deeper as he rides it out with you.

“Holy shit—look at that,” he pants, voice thick with awe and hunger. “You fuckin’ squirted for me…”

His hand doesn’t stop—gentler now, coaxing every last twitch from your clit while your body trembles under the overstimulation. You can’t even speak, just moan into your arms, thighs still shaking as he grinds into you, wet sounds filling the air between sharp breaths.

“You’re perfect like this,” he says low, kissing along your shoulder, down your spine. “Messy.mine.”

Your whole body feels limp, boneless and glowing, and you feel him slow down, finally stilling. He stays buried in you, just for a moment—catching his breath, hands smoothing over your hips, your waist, grounding you both in the come-down.

He kisses the side of your head, whispering something soft against your temple—something too quiet to hear over your pounding heartbeat.

And even though everything’s soaked and your limbs feel far away, you reach back and thread your fingers through his, holding him there.

Because he didn’t just take. He pulled something deeper from you. Something real.'

You’re still trembling, breath catching in your throat as the last of the waves roll through you. Your thighs twitch uncontrollably, muscles clenching with aftershocks you can’t control, and your body stays arched, stuck between overstimulation and collapse.

Katsuki watches—stunned, proud, and just a little bit smug.

He leans back just enough to take in the mess between your thighs, the soaked sheets beneath you, the way your pussy flutters around nothing, still pulsing from the release he dragged out of you.

“Shit,” he breathes, more to himself than to you. “You really fuckin’ soaked the bed…”

You let out a breathless, barely-there laugh, burying your face deeper into your arms.

He smirks against your shoulder, still pressed close, chest rising and falling against your back.

And then his fingers—calloused and warm—trail down your stomach, slow and feather-light, until they brush just barely over your folds.

You jolt.

Your hips twitch, a gasp slipping from your lips as your body shudders again.

“Sensitive, huh?” he murmurs, voice laced with that low, teasing edge. He lets his fingertips ghost over your swollen clit, not enough to hurt, but just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Look at you,” he says, his tone softer now, almost reverent. “Still twitchin’ for me.”

You try to pull your hips forward, away from his touch, but he doesn’t let you go far—his hand slipping to your hip to keep you still.

“Nu-uh,” he hums, pressing one more kiss to your temple. “You make a mess like that, you don’t get to hide”

His fingers dip down again, gently parting you, gathering the cum still dripping out of you, and he groans low in his throat.

“So wet,” he mutters. “Didn’t even know you could squirt like that.”

You whimper, legs trembling again.

“Yeah,” he grins against your cheek, brushing another faint stroke over your clit just to watch you twitch. “You’re not goin’ anywhere”

But then his touch softens—really softens. His hand settles low on your belly, his other rubbing slow circles on your thigh as your body starts to come down for real. The teasing fades into something quieter, more grounded.

“You did so fuckin’ good,” he says, breath warm against your skin. “So damn good for me.”

You nod, too far gone to answer, but you shift back into him, letting him hold you, letting the heat of his body settle the tremble in your limbs.

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Back seat confessions

inspired by the song “partition” by beyoncé

(bakugo x reader)

The city blurred past outside the sleek black car, neon lights slicing through the dark like electric veins. Inside, it smelled like leather and heat and him. Bakugo sat back, legs spread, watching you with that molten look—the one that made your stomach flip and your thighs clench.

“C’mere,” he commanded, voice low and dark, his tongue flicking across his lips. “Now.”

You didn’t hesitate. You crawled into his lap, feeling the solid press of him beneath you. His hands went straight to your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he dragged you closer. The silky fabric of your dress slid higher with each movement, and his gaze followed, slow and hungry.

“Look at you,” he murmured, tracing the edge of your panties with a rough thumb. “Comin’ out tonight dressed like this… beggin’ me to fuckin’ lose it.”

Your breath hitched as he pushed the hem of your dress up to your waist, exposing you completely to his heated gaze. His hands roamed over your thighs, squeezing, spreading them wider as he settled you more firmly over his lap.

“Katsuki,” you whispered, tilting your head to let his lips find your neck.

He groaned against your skin, biting down hard enough to make you gasp. “Say it again.”

“Katsuki.”

“Fuckin’ love when you say my name like that.” His hands gripped your ass, grinding you down against his hardened length, the friction sparking heat in your core. “You’re gonna ride me, baby. Right here.”

You glanced toward the driver, but Bakugo caught your chin, forcing your gaze back to him.

“Eyes on me.” His voice was a growl. “He’s got the glass up. He can’t hear shit. Let him fuckin’ wonder.”

His lips crashed into yours, hungry and rough, teeth clashing, tongue claiming. His hands found the waistband of your panties, tugging them down impatiently, tossing them aside without care. He reached down, unzipping his pants, pulling himself free—and your breath caught at the sight of him, thick and hard in his hand, leaking at the tip.

“Take me out,” he ordered, gaze locked on yours, wild and dark. “Wanna see those pretty hands on my cock.”

You obeyed, wrapping your fingers around him, stroking slow, watching his head tip back with a hiss.

“Shit,” he groaned, his hips jerking into your touch. “Fuck, that’s it.”

He gripped your hips again, lifting you, lining himself up. His eyes bored into yours as he dragged you down onto him, inch by inch, stretching you so good it made your eyes flutter shut.

“Open those eyes,” Bakugo rasped, his breath ragged. “Wanna watch you take it all.”

You forced your eyes open, meeting his burning gaze as you sank fully onto him, gasping at the fullness, the way he filled every inch of you.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, forehead pressing to yours. “So fuckin’ tight. You’re killin’ me, baby.”

He gave you a second to adjust—then his hands guided you, rocking your hips slowly at first, grinding you down against him until every movement sent sparks shooting through your veins.

“Yeah,” he groaned, watching the way you moved. “Just like that. Look so fuckin’ good ridin’ me.”

You set a rhythm, bouncing in his lap, the car rocking softly beneath you as his hands slid up to cup your breasts, thumbs teasing your nipples until you whimpered.

“Faster,” he ordered, snapping his hips up into you hard enough to draw a cry from your lips. “C’mon, baby. Fuckin’ take it.”

You moved faster, chasing the pleasure building between you, your moans mixing with his low, filthy praises.

“Look at you,” he growled, pulling a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. “My girl. Makin’ a mess all over my cock.”

His words pushed you closer, heat coiling tighter in your belly with every thrust. His hand slid between you, thumb circling your clit with rough precision.

“Cum for me,” Bakugo demanded, voice dark and commanding. “Right fuckin’ now. Wanna feel you squeeze me.”

And you did—shattering around him with a choked moan, trembling in his lap as he fucked you through it, not slowing, not stopping.

“Fuck,” he snarled, his grip bruising as he slammed up into you harder, faster. “Gonna fill you up, baby��take every fuckin’ drop.”

With a final deep thrust, he spilled inside you, groaning low in your ear, holding you tight as you both rode out the aftershocks together, breath mingling, sweat slicking your skin.

The car rolled on through the city, but inside? It was nothing but heat and heavy breaths and the quiet thrum of the bass.

Bakugo pressed a lazy kiss to your neck, his smirk returning as he tucked himself back into his pants.

“Next time,” he rasped, biting your earlobe, “I’m fuckin’ you in the penthouse elevator.”

And you knew—this night wasn’t nearly over.

this is a little different from what i usually write, but hope u guys enjoyed!

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why do you all always make ochako masc when u do ship art of her with toga, like toga is always all done up pretty and ochako has a suit on like.. fem4fem exists y'all. just because ochako is a hero who works out alot and stuff doesn't make her masc, she's still a girly girl who loves pink and shit like STOP STRIPPING HER OF THAT

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k.

"baby come light me up" pt1

pt2, kats headcanons

★he doesnt just date. He knows your his and he is yours, since the very beggining, he realizes after the first date that hes gonna marry you, that is just matter of time. ♥︎ 

★i truly believe that katsuki loves intimacy, lives for it. he would absolutely undresses you only to then hug and cuddle you just for having body to body, skin to skin contact with you. ♥︎

★your his. all his, hes not sharin, and he cares bout anything thats his, specifically you, cus your you. His perfect, loving wife. u have a concern?, tell him, you dont need to tell another of your friends about it, thats why hes there, isnt he? you need money? oh please, his money is yours, you dont even have to ask. you feel bad? hes right there in a sec huggin and cuddling you with all the love he has for you. hes soo in love with you. ♥︎

★Katsuki wears glasses, cus the light of his explosions, slowly but surely they have been affecting him, causing his eyes to be very weak in light. during his school years, he didnt like to wear them because he thought they made him look stupid, causing his eyes to become even more damaged, so much so that his mother forced him to wear them. he prefers contact lenses, but at night, he wears his glasses. ♥︎

★Katsuki takes great care of you, and he does it so subtly. he lets you walk to the other side of the street, guides you with a hand on your lower back, speaks for you if you're nervous, notices when you haven't slept, if you're hungry, if you're feeling ill, if something hurts—he always knows. ♥︎

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LANGUAGE BARRIER KATSUKI X READER IS SOO CUTE

(When Bakugo speaks and it’s italics it means he’s speaking in English and when you speak in italics it means you’re speaking Japanese.)

Everybody keeps wanting more of Bakugo and his Foreign GF with their language barrier so here:

When Bakugo first met you all those years ago it didn’t click immediately you couldn’t speak Japanese, all you did was understand a few phrases.

You both were doing Hero work in America and you never really spoke, just giving everybody smiles, waves, and nods, and so he thought you were mute for a moment.

“Do you speak or something? Why don’t you talk?”

When you gave him a confused look he kept yelling until you covered his mouth and typed: “I barely speak Japanese. Sorry.”

Being so naive if you knew him you wouldn’t have dared put your hand to his mouth, but surprisingly enough he didn’t mind it, he did grab your wrist after though. Which is why he took your phone and stored his number in there stating if you want to speak to him (Because of course you would he’s Bakugo the future #5 hero in Japan) then text him.

Weird. Very weird guy.

Eventually he started to approach you more, forgetting you can’t speak his language so he either points or texts you.

He was only in the States for a few more days, but he managed to make some progress getting to know you even with the difficulties behind it.

He did however managed to learn a couple new words for you.

“Hungry.”

“What?”

He smacks his face and points across the street to a restaurant, “Food.”

“Oh!” You giggle at his accent, “Yes we can go to the restaurant.”

“Rest…taurant…tcht…..stupid.”

Bakugo became a decent learner, English was hard as hell to work on so most of it was broken, but when he got back to Japan you both had study lessons together through FaceTime and the few times a year when you visit.

He taught you Japanese and you taught him English.

Years later when you finally came to visit is when he decided to ask you out.

“Girlfriend….my girlfriend….or date —- I sound so fucking stupid trying to ask you out—whatever.”

“Are you …asking me out?”

The blondie was impressed by how fast you learned, seeing that you still struggled with verbs. Which he definitely clowned you for, but you didn’t have a clue about it.

He scoffs and nods reluctantly , somewhat jealous you don’t have too many complications with Japanese as much as he thought anymore.

“Date….later.”

You felt your cheeks get warm, it’s not like you didn’t expect it, considering how much touchier he’s gotten towards you since you got there and even during texting he throws in a few flirts and compliments, he wasn’t a bad guy what so ever so often course you say yes.

“How about 7pm tonight after class?”

“That’s my job to say the time!”

“Yeaaaahhh I still don’t understand what you said, but Immma assume from context you’re upset.”

He just blinks at you with a frustrated look, and his mouth in a straight line, only hearing the words, “Upset” and “What you said” being translated in his brain, when you speak english you sound like a sim.

His words by the way.

The thing about you not understanding Japanese completely is that there were so many times through out the date he would compliment you and say some of the most sweetest things that he knew you wouldn’t understand.

“You look stunning in that dress.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Your smile is gorgeous.”

“All I understood was smile. You want me to smile more?”

“No!”

He managed to get away with a lot. And so did you.

The first date you both had went more than perfect, it was cute because there was still moments where you and him managed to practice different words to each other. He spoke in broken English to show you how to eat Pho and you spoke Japanese to order your own food.

He was a bit proud to say the least.

When the date had to come to its sad close he walked you back to your hotel, you wanted to invite him back, seeing as you clearly felt a connection from him not just as a friend, but maybe more however you didn’t want him to think you were easy.

Not that he would’ve thought so anyways he was hoping you would invite him back.

Bakugo looked at you expectantly when you unlocked your door, almost as if he was waiting to hear something he probably wouldn’t even comprehend. Instead though you give him something better first when you place your lips on his, “That is what you call a kiss.”

“Kiss.” He repeats, accent still thick and raspy, his hand rubbing your waist, your body being ever pled by his natural warmth, “Kiss…me…more.”

Giggling you do so, which did indeed lead to you inviting him back to your room for learning more about these kisses he loves so damn much now.

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We interlinked twin🤞🏾🤞🏾

YALL I AM COOKING SOMETHING BRACE YOURSELVES

Ive got like 6 more of these to do because i have A LOT of drselves so im dying rn. But alas, we move. RATE THE LAYOUT🗣🔥

@cnscs @zshiftsrealities @livingmydreamlife5555 @deepinthegroves @delaythings

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This gif is killing me Lawrence hes not going anywhere calm down