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[crappycamille]

it’s a mystery to all why pro hero dynamight hasn’t fired you yet; you misplace his papers, forget important dates, you can’t even get his coffee order right after three months of working with him!

it also doesn’t help that the hero is known for his bad temper and lack of patience, his perfectionism (or hatred for incompetence as he calls it) has costed him four secretaries in the past year. everyone thought you’d be the fifth way before the end of your probation period.

the whole office turn their heads as you walk past them with a birthday cake in a silver platter- dynamight prefers gold, they all think. still you hold your head up high, a confident smile on your lips, the bright pink icing a little melted. you knock the door with the tip of your high-heeled foot.

a rough come in, unbothered. your knees bend and you use your elbow to open the door, vanilla cake sliding down the tray just a bit. everyone is holding their breaths, waiting for the inevitable to happen. but your luck is never ending, straightening up and walking inside.

a collective sigh of relief is let out. it’s silly, how much they’re rooting for you.

the clicking sound of your heels halts and a repertoire right out of a tom and jerry episode reaches their ears. they wince in advance, ready for a stream of unfiltered curses.

once again, your luck is truly something to study. the boss is laughing, and so are you, as you stutter out apologies and run out of the room in search for some napkins.

they watch in awe as a red faced hero joins them for a piece of cake at the conference hall minutes later, carmine eyes illuminated by something more than just the candle light.

a subtle smile, a forbidden glance.

not much is needed to point out the obvious. they won’t dare do it though, but it’s sweet watching someone fall in love for the first time.

[crappycamille]

sukuna taking care of yuji

[crappycamille]

i need it.

Actress reader and Actor Bakugou have to enact a sex scene. Of course they've got one of those little modesty covers for his dick and for you but you'll still look naked in the shot.

But there is just something about the way that he's grinding into you, his cock hard from the action of course and since your characters hate each other (just like in real life) it's supposed to be a rough passionate scene, it's hate fucking after all! Your moaning only gets louder the more he "fucks" into you echoing around the studio with tons of people looking over the two of you but his eyes are trained on you and when he thinks he hears something a little more than the over the top obvious fake sounds your character is meant to give, when it ebbs into something real (fake to real sounds per the script) he gets a little too into his character.

"That's right, take it, take this cock. Mould to me so that every other man knows that you're mine and mine alone, princess."

"You'll have to fuck me harder than that to make me cum, prince." Spitting back the title his character so hates and the nickname you've come to call him off set and in interviews if only to burrow under his skin. His eyes flash with anger and for a moment you think you've regained control.

But his thrusts come harder after that and suddenly you're trying to cover your face with your arms but he moves to pin them to the plush pillow over head. His voice rough, deep, panting out in such a mind numbing growl.

"No, I want to see the exact moment I ruin you."

Covered cock somehow grinding against your clothed slit just right, your clit throbs from the repeated action, making you lock your ankles around his waist.

Head thrown back to expose your throat that he comes down to bite as he "cums" just as he's supposed to although the lines were wholly improvised. Shuddering over top of you with his tongue lapping up the rough teeth marks he's left on your pretty skin. Pulling away to grab your jaw roughly, rutting into you with pained groans as his tongue slips into your mouth "prolonging" your release and his.

"CUT!" Comes the doctor's voice, slicing through the tension reminding you both exactly where you are. Bakugou pulls away but not too quickly, grabbing at the blankets to cover you even if the whole world was going to see your tits bouncing from his rough thrusts thanks to the network allowing borderline soft core porn on air.

"Let's take fifteen to review and recenter!" Comes the directors sharp voice and so Bakugou helps you up on shaking legs, pressing you into his side as he walks around in nothing but that "modesty" covering.

"Wow! That seemed so real you did the fake to real moaning so well!" People linger to pass you compliments until they see Bakugou snarling down at them, rushing away from the always grumpy actor. He makes sure you're sat on the couch in your dressing room, both of you lock eyes for a moment and it's obvious by his smirk that this jackass can't help but stroke his own ego.

"Ya that sure was a performance from you, ya know I almost would have thought it was real, princess." He mocks you, giving you some knowing look as your cheeks still burn from how good he was from grinding alone.

"In your fuckin dreams Prince." He can only suck his teeth and chuckle darkly at your retort. Going to cup his fat length and sac, a squishing sound can be heard and it makes you hyper aware of the wetness between your thighs. He pulls away his hand slowly, silvery strings connect to the thin fabric and his fingers before they snap and he looks up at you. Smiling devilishly, palming his damp cock sticky from more than just you but you don't have to know that.

"Then I must be dreaming huh?"

[crappycamille]

dynamight is clearly trying to go unnoticed in the grocery store, but you recognize him, anyway, despite the mask and low-pulled hat. knowing makes you feel even worse about approaching him—because you'd be too afraid to, otherwise—but you're not sure what else to do at this point.

you lean in close to him as he's standing in front of the produce, poking through the same bin.

"ooh, we need to get an onion, too, remember?"

he startles enough away from you that you can feel the foundation of your last ditch efforts crumbling. even beneath his hat, his light eyebrows pull down hard, gaze narrowing, and on the other end of such a fiery glare, you're reminded exactly why you've never wanted to meet him before: he's terrifying, handsome as he is.

"hah—"

you smile at him and hope it looks real, squishing into the space he's created even though your hands are shaking. "the guy by the juice followed me all around the store from the parking lot and i don't know what else to do." you widen your eyes, and you want to look, you do, but your facade is hanging on by a thread. "please help me."

dynamight swallows, and you hope his expression only seems so guarded because you're so close; enough to smell his subtle yet sharp cologne, to see the dark blonde wisps of his eyelashes. when he blinks, they brush against his mask, feather-light.

"okay," he nods once, and the gravel of his voice makes your stomach turn in some teenage way, that has your cheeks flaring.

(this is really not the time to be getting shy.)

he doesn't look towards the juice either, thankfully, and instead adjusts his stance, leaning into you in return, large and wide and formidable enough to nearly shield you from view. "an onion, huh? think we got one at home."

you can feel the warm press of his body against your own and it has you releasing a breath that had been trapped deep in your chest, has tears stinging behind your eyes. the sharp pain in your sternum lessens, and when you feel his hand come up to sit, carefully, against your lower back, dynamight murmurs,

"y'r alright,"

and you are.

[crappycamille]

i think i’m genuinely heartbroken yall.

[crappycamille]

Writers.

Your stories matter.

You are not inferior to other writers.

You don't have to prove your worth to anyone.

Your passion matters more than your skill.

You are allowed to openly celebrate your achievements.

You're doing great. You are making a difference. You are so important to this community.

[crappycamille]

katsuki comes home from work one day to find you in his office, fooling around with his calendar, and you've made some little notes before and after his scheduled patrol shifts, as well as sticky'd some pink hearts on a handful of days a week for the upcoming months.

and he gets the absolute worst love chub when you beam and tell him you're mapping out your fertile windows.

[crappycamille]

fake nail girlies can back me up on this, but there is a certain breed of man who is intrigued by nails. he’ll notice them and ask for your hand, cradle your fingers in his palm, then just stare at them. start angling them around to see the shine, bringing them closer to his face to admire the details. running his thumb over the tops of them to feel how smooth they are, maybe poking at the tips to feel how sharp they are. and he’ll do this every time you get a new set. and maybe it’s not a full blown fetish, but with the heavy silence and the intensity of his stare, and how your body reacts to the attention, it sure as hell feels like a fetish.

anyways, choso is that breed of man.

[crappycamille]

Bakugou’s head pounded as he struggled to fit his front door key into the lock, roughly smashing it against the cold metal until it clicked. Practically falling into his house as he strumbled to regain his balance, fuckin’ dunce face and his happy hour strawberry daiquiris. He’d always told him that those drinks were the most lethal, the ones that would really get you in trouble.

He hadn’t planned on going out to celebrate his birthday, perfectly content with spending the evening at home cooking his favourite mapu tofu and watching reruns of the American All Might documentary; but instead he’d found himself at a dingy dive bar surrounded with all his friends who insisted on plying him with drinks. Practically groaning at the puppy dog eyes Kirishima had given him when he’d returned with a tray of shots, “You need to let yourself relax and unwind a little, Bakubro! It’s not good keeping yourself so pent up.”

And perhaps his best friend was right.

Collapsing onto his bed as he attempted to struggle out of his jeans, barely able to unbutton them before giving up with his chest heaving. For fucks sake, the room was spinning. It didn’t help that his cock was stood proudly at half mast, bulging beneath the denim and desperate for some sweet relief. He’d spent the entire day bricked up, and the alcohol had only worsened the sensation.

Bakugou unlocked his cellphone to check for the time, wincing when a bright 1:49AM flashed across the screen. But even more glaringly obviously was the influx of notifications that had caught his eye, a multitude of them replying to a post that in his drunken stupor he hadn’t even realised he had sent.

Replies:

Reply from @kweenkatsuki-fics just head, king?

Reply from @kingkatsuki who knew Dynamight was such a slut?

Reply from @saturnsorbits thought you said you weren’t that desperate, huh?

Reply from @bakugotrashpanda video attached, hit me up

Reply from @strafepanzer anyone will do huh?

A Bakugou Birthday Bash Collab!!!!! A mix of smut and crack fics we've whipped up and hope you enjoy! Please be sure to check back for the fics on the mentioned blogs! Fics will be posted around Bakugou's birthday! 420 blaze it 🍃

Reply from @katsukikitten picture attached, location shared

Intro written by @kingkatsuki

[crappycamille]

''''nice guy''' kirishima with his short fuse gf that he pisses off on purpose bc he likes riling her up :/ likes fucking her when shes hissing out how much she can't fucking stand him :/ he gets off on working her up and he gets off on calming her down. he's winning all around 24/7

[crappycamille]

BOY MOM GOJO SO CANON

[crappycamille]

Thinking about sucking Katsuki off while he fucks himself backwards on a dildo suction cupped to the wall. The small movement of his hips repeatedly presses the fake cock right against his prostate. His hand is wrapped around your hair, holding onto you like a lifeline while you swallow all of him. Spit drips down your chin, and you look up at him, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull. His hips stutter when you gag, and he's so close his legs start to shake. Gasping, moaning, cumming down your throat, and still fucking himself back onto that cock...

[crappycamille]

[crappycamille]

i need dabi to cuck hawks with you in a horrible nasty and evil way

[crappycamille]

i think why i like the idea of dark content so much, is that it is the opposite extreme for feeling unloved/unloveable.

whether i am or not, reading about about a person being so deeply and unfathomably in love with you (or another person) that it makes them lose all sense of judgement or morality is intoxicating. their love is so magnetic for you that they can’t even hate you no matter how much they try or want to. they can’t help but act selfishly to ease the insatiable hunger they have for you, even if it’s against your wishes.

it’s seeing this extreme unmeasurable love, even though incredibly dark and twisted, that soothes a soul of yearning for connection. mine.

there’s something so sickeningly beautiful about love’s corruption. how it diseases people.

of course in real world scenarios, this is not ideal. but indulging in it when there are feelings that are so strongly opposing in my reality is so soothing. ironic, i know, dark content being soothing. but how can it not be thrilling to see the deep fathomless level that someone could love another person?

enough to corruption, depravity, immorality, and just… darkness.

[crappycamille]

really wanna be loved today

[crappycamille]

bakugou “ hurry up or i’m leaving your ass” but stays right where he is not moving a muscle until you’re finished packing your bag so he can walk you home and hold you hand katsuki