crappycamille

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So anyway then I baby trapped him

[crappycamille]

a/n: gasp, i actually wrote something. be easy on me okay, i haven’t done this in a while. just some fluffy conjecture tbh, although there is one suggestive line but that’s why all my stuff is 18+, minors dni please… enjoy <3

Bakugou Katsuki had never experienced touch.

Well, that’s not entirely true. He had been touched before: punched and hit by those desperately trying to escape his pursuit, clung to by those fearing for their life, gentle yet encouraging pats on the back from friends, loving but annoying pinches of the ear from his mother. He’s even been pawed at and caressed by lust-filled women that satisfy temporary needs. And even more dangerously, he’s been fondled by the promise of love disguised as lust… But never had Bakugou been touched.

At least until you.

The first time you touched Bakugou is a memory he will never forget. He was bone tired having worked an incredibly grueling month-long mission.

Instead of going home to catch up on much-needed sleep, he immediately went to his office to get the paperwork done. Most people don’t know that a lot of things on the legal side can’t go through until his side of the paperwork is done. Bakugou constantly feels like he’s never fast enough. No matter how fast he can get to the victims. No matter how fast he catches the villain. No matter how fast he gets things done he wasn’t fast enough to prevent the victims from becoming victims in the first place. So, in his mind, the least he could do is get his paperwork done as fast as possible so that those involved can get their justice.

But, of course, the moment the mission is done—before he’s even had a chance to change out of his hero suit—he’s met with nothing but a mountain of news articles and tabloid headlines ridiculing his name. They find joy in villainizing him over the smallest of details.

Most of the time, Bakugou ignores those things. It doesn’t matter to him what others think. They can nitpick whatever they want because despite that he won. He saved the people who needed to be saved. To him, that was all that really mattered… usually.

It must have been his level of exhaustion, but he couldn’t help the way his brows furrowed in disappointment reading the headlines. The words for the public sitting heavier on his chest than normal. His emotions got to him more than normal as he walked down the hallway from his official, finally heading home.

It was late.

Far too late for anyone else to still be there. Yet, he swore he could hear the soft pitter-patter of heels clicking against the floor. As he turned the corner he was met with the sight of you packing up. You hadn’t noticed him yet, so he watched with confusion as scurried around filing documents, turning off computers, and locking doors.

“The hell? Why’re you still here?” He internally cringed as his voice boomed more than he meant it to since you nearly jumped out of your skin upon hearing him.

“Oh Dynamight, Sir! I apologize I meant to be out of here before you noticed I was here.” Exhaustion seeped through your voice, giving you more rasp than normal.

“That’s not what I asked you. The hell’re you still here for?”

“Well…” you scratched your head feeling a bit shy, debating on whether or not to tell him the real reason why you were there. “I stayed to make sure all of the paperwork you submitted just now went through. As head of your legal team, it’s my job to make sure things on the agency’s side are squared away. I understand you like to get things done immediately after a mission, Sir.”

Bakugou was speechless. So many questions riddle through his head he wanted to ask. Had you done this after every mission and he never noticed you? yes When had you noticed that he came in after missions to do paperwork? Why did you care? Instead, he watched wordlessly as you gathered your things.

“You don’t need to do that.” He finally spoke. His tone was unusually soft, nearing sweet if you squinted hard enough. You breathily chuckled. You had been working for Bakugou long enough to know that was his way of saying thank you.

“It’s really no problem, Sir. No reason you have to be the only person in the office so late, especially after working such long missions.” You softly smiled at him. With you being so close, he could see the exhaustion prominent in your own face.

The two of you worked your way out of the building together in silence. Bakugou felt that he had so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to ask, but they all muddled to the back of his mind.

It was only when you guys reached the front lobby exit that he became aware of the incessant buzzing of his phone. Countless mentions, tags, reposts, and message requests were flooding in from every social media app. He could’ve sworn he turned his notifications off a long time ago, but there they were. Those same articles that called him a corrupt hero, a heinous/reckless man, and nitpicked things down to the way he breathed were being sent to him over and over again. A constant reminder that so many people disapprove of him.

He hadn’t noticed how tightly he had been gripping his phone. How clenched his bicep was until he felt a gentle squeeze on his arm. Your hand was small in comparison to his but its presence was overwhelming.

Your thumb subtly rubbed soothing circles on his clenched bicep. “If it’s worth anything, I think you’re incredibly kindhearted. The world is lucky to have a hero like you protecting it. Goodnight, Sir. Get some rest.”

Bakugou thought he was going to melt the second you pulled your hand away. Your words rang loud in his ears, but his skin buzzed even louder at the lingering effects of your touch. He had to stop himself from sobbing in the lobby that night.

There was something oh so special about your touch.

From the first time you ever touched him to the way, you touch him now as his wife. He swears he has to stop himself from sobbing every time. It’s the overwhelming love that pours out of you every time your skin connects with his.

He was so incredibly touch-starved before you came along. Starved from the kind of touch that doesn’t come from platonic relationships. Starved from the touch of someone that didn’t expect to gain something from him in return. Starved from the intimate touch of true love.

He revels in every little touch you grace him with. The way you hold his hand under the dinner table. The way you pinch him lovingly, reminding him of his mother, when he says something out of pocket.The way you squeeze his thigh and rub soothing circles on him when tensions get high in a meeting. The way you nestle your face in his back as he cooks. The way you lightly slap his shoulder as you laugh hysterically. The way you drag your hands along his sides as he lays on you. The way you claw at him desperate to somehow bring him impossibly closer as he thrusts into you.

In all honesty, he still has a hard time fathoming that you are his. That you are in love with him. That you choose to be with him every day. He feels undeserving, but you always definitively object. He believes that you are so much more than anything he could ever be, but that’s exactly how you feel about him.

Your touch is just one of the things he obsesses over you. Because he is just so incredibly in love with you.

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a/n: i’m not really sure if this makes sense. i hope what i was tryna do is conveyed. i sleepily wrote this. sorry for the bad grammar, like i said i was sleepy. <3

katsuki’s guilty pleasure is listening to mac demarco. it does something fuzzy to his chest.

the first time you put it on was on a long car ride. he can’t even remember where exactly the two of you were going, he just remembers the peaceful quietness of the day.

neither of you had really said anything to each other the whole day, just silently basked in each other’s presence. the day was filled with nothing but tender, tranquil, love.

it’s days like that where katsuki remembers why he’s alive. why people are so crazy about love. why he fights to protect his love, your love, and love in general.

the car ride was nothing short of peaceful. the car itself was warm just the way he liked it. not hot enough for him to sweat, but cozy and comfortable. it was beautifully sunny outside, but it wasn’t so bright that it hurt his eyes to look at the road. the roads were clear and chill allowing him to relax while driving. he didn’t have to be on such high alert for reckless drivers nor did he have to worry about getting irritated with traffic.

but most of all, he had you with him. you were barefaced, dressed in a homey-cozy little outfit. your hair the same as your clothes. and you were nothing short of beautiful.

he likes seeing you like this the most.

no one else got to experience you like this. you were your raw self. katsuki’s heart swells when he thinks about how he’s earned your vulnerability. how could he have gotten so lucky to have you not only love him but wholeheartedly trust him?

the beginning of the car ride matched the day in its cozy silence. but then katsuki heard you peep a quiet “oh!” as you reached over to grab his phone. as he glanced over at you, he noticed you excitedly biting your lip.

that’s when you played mac demarco. you then sat back satisfied as you reveled in the enhanced calming ambiance you’d created. clearly feeling accomplished having found music to perfectly match the atmosphere of the day.

at first, katsuki couldn’t understand why you liked it so much other than it being “vibey.” especially because he related so hard to all of those songs. he felt them deep within his soul.

he understood the kind of guttural love mac demarco was writing songs about. the kind of person mac demarco felt devastatingly connected to. because… that’s how katsuki feels about you.

he was almost mad that you introduced him to this music. he feels so shaken everytime he listens to mac demarco. it makes his chest buzz with the overwhelming emotions he has for you. he can’t even control it. the feeling is overwhelming. it’s addicting.

he just loves you.

so now he finds himself listening to mac demarco all the time. when he’s cooking, when he’s cleaning, when he’s at the office, when he’s working out, when he’s driving. whenever he feels the need to musically materialize his love for you.

it’s especially hard when he’s away on missions. he’s sitting in his hotel room at night, earbuds pushed deeply into his ears. he sits back and presses play as he’s laying down for bed. he’s already had a video chat with you, but the aftermath of that always stings the worst at the realization that you aren’t with him. the quietness after the end of the call is loud enough to send him spiraling sometimes. he tries to ignore how cold and empty the bed feels and he fills the silence with that musically materialized love.

it’s calms him. creates a feeling that ripples from deep within his chest throughout his entire body, like ripples on a still pond. he misses you dearly. enough to make him cry. enough to make him leave his hotel and get back to you. but he won’t.

he’s a hero through and through. he sacrifices so he can fight. and he fights day in and day out to protect love. his love, your love, and love in general.

[crappycamille]

forehead katsuki 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Bonus: Catsuki

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middle-aged toji who just grumbles and rolls his eyes when you tease him in public. he’s too lazy to pull you off his lap right now, and he’s not in the mood to argue with you. he leans back and watches you wiggle your hips, not bothering to fight the growing hardness in his pants. it’s past his bedtime, the music is too loud, and the drinks are shit. he lets you have your way for a bit, then drags you away—mirthfully announcing that your “old man” is too tired to hang. but the glint in his eyes tells you that the fun won’t be over quite yet; he’s going to deal with you once you get home.

[crappycamille]

anyways this is what this blog is ABOUT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[crappycamille]

One of my toxic traits is immediately disagreeing with a man even if he's speaking the truth. So Bakugou could walk up to me and be like "You like me don't you? i can tell."

and because i think with my stubborn brain first I'd answer and be like "Actually I do not like you. In fact I've never liked anyone ever in my life. so fuck you."

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getting kissed mid stroke is so crazy

[crappycamille]

When he’s fucking you and shifts position to bend a leg so he can plant his foot on the bed and fuck you harder >>>>>

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warnings: 18+, suggestive, not proofread/bad grammar

you were convinced that a group pottery class was going to be such a waste of your friday night, but your friends had you convinced that an outing would do you some good.

an outing? sure. but nothing sounded more boring than sloppily molding dirt into a poorly constructed pot. something you’d be ashamed to even bring out of the cupboard.

the pottery studio was much cuter than you had expected. there was a designated area clearly made for beginners to take class. the studio had a very open and wide layout, allowing freedom for instructors and helpers to walk around and assist. however, it was clear that there were more than just people taking classes there. some bustled around the studio clearly there working on personal projects. their skill levels being much higher than that of a class member’s.

one man in particular caught your attention. he didn’t look like he belonged in a pottery studio. for one, he was a tall intimidating man who clearly worked out. his muscles seemed to be barely contained by his shirt and he wore a slight frown on his face.

your instructor and some of the class assistants greeted him warmly when he came in, but he only responded with a passive grunt. he was clearly a regular seeing as how no one took offense to his less thank enthusiastic greeting.

rather than pay attention to your class, you watched as he grabbed his supplies and stationed himself in a somewhat secluded area, away from the class but across from you.

it was just then you realized you had been watching him for a while. blatantly following his every move. you felt your heart drop to your stomach when his eyes locked onto yours. clearly you weren’t the only one aware of your staring.

you quickly snapped your attention over to your instructor. doing your best to pretend like you’d been following along. but you could feel his fiery gaze linger on you.

you flustered about trying to catch up on the instructions you’d missed while also trying to shake the feeling that the man in front of you was glaring.

if you had no hope of doing well before, now you were really screwed. you looked around at everyone beginning to mold their pots already feeling defeated. you decided enough time had passed to glance back over at the handsome stranger.

shame bubbled in the pit of your stomach (along with other feelings) as you watched the man skillfully work with his hands.

you could see every flex of his muscles as he kneaded the large block of clay. you could see how the firm block softened under his touch as he massaged it into a ball. you couldn’t help but imagine how your body would feel under his touch, how it would feel to have his thick veiny hands skillfully work on you.

it felt wrong to watch him. it felt dirty. your mind was running rampant with lewd day dreams as the man in front of you simply made a pot.

but there was something about the way he caressed the clay. you’re sure the sight shouldn’t have been as lewd as it was.

his hands smoothed the sphere of clay into a cylinder shape, the turn table allowing him to keep his hands steady.

you felt your breath hitch as he pushed two wet fingers down the center of the clay. a dizziness washed over you as you watched his thick fingers slowly disappear deep into the narrow hole he’d created.

it made your thighs rub together. you tried to give the man the benefit of the doubt, convincing yourself you were crazy for thinking these over the top debauched thoughts. that is until, his eyes snapped up to meet yours—

his gaze was unwavering as he curled his fingers inside the clay, moving his fingertips to press against the wall slowly dragging up to widen the opening.

he watches your eyes glaze over slightly, completely entranced by his movements. your lips parted slightly to let out a small, heated sigh. a wicked smile appeared on the blonde’s face, and you suddenly realize it was intentional~

the realization brought sudden awareness to yourself and where you were. you tried to collect yourself and refocus on the monstrosity of work in front of you. you’d began to haphazardly work, ignoring the slick pooling in your panties as you try and shake the thoughts of the man in front of you from moments ago.

“you’re being too rough.” you jolt at the deep gravelly voice. you had hoped it was one of the teaching assistants finally coming to save your disaster, but instead it was the beautiful blonde man you’d been ogling at, hovering over you. “the name’s katsuki bakugou.”

the man was even more beautiful up close making your heart flutter in your chest, but you weren’t going to pass up on this opportunity.

you steeled your nerves and smiled up at him, “would you mind helping me? i could really use it~”

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to be continued…

no. hear me out. potter bakugou

[crappycamille]

no. hear me out. potter bakugou

[crappycamille]

i’m gonna throw up. i just watched the newest mha ep. reliving emotional turmoil.

[crappycamille]

Bakugou Katsuki you are forever

[crappycamille]

i’m just yapping but

i kinda wanna do something with my side blog that i never use. but idk what. i wish i didn’t have so much on my main. i wanna switch them almost and have a proper main and then a writing page butttttttttt that seems sooooo rigorous

i also wanna do an event soon! gotta brainstorm something. i’m coming up on 1k followers which is really insane to me bc im never really on here LOL but i wanna show appreciation for you guys fr! hmmmmmm

thinking thinking thinking

[crappycamille]

Final panel of Katsuki

[crappycamille]

okok but hear me out. the intimacy of letting someone put a collar on you. leaning your head back so they can put the collar on and exposing your neck, feeling their hands wrap around your throat for just a moment, the snug feeling of the collar after its clasped shut, their fingers tracing back across you skin after they’re done just, agh <3