icedemon1314 · 1 day ago
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Say It Back, Please
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Bakugou possessively gripped your waist as he held you in his lap.
“You’re mine.” Bakugou grinned at you.
“Oh? Okay then. 🙂”
“I SAID YOU’RE MINE!”
“Okay? I already heard you. 🤔”
“No, say it back.”
“Okay! You’re also mine. 🙂”
Bakugou snuggled into your neck. “Good.”
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icedemon1314 · 1 day ago
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✞The Witch Hunter!
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pairing: a Witch!Hunter! Katsuki Bakugo x fem!reader.
synopsis: In Solgrad elementalists are feared and hunted, Katsuki Bakugo, a notorious witch hunter, captures you—a skilled water manipulator from Mistralis. Bound together by fate, the two of you embark on a tense journey to bring you to trial, facing rogue witches, devastated villages, and uncovering buried truths about the complex history between humans and magic. As conflicts rise, both must confront their beliefs in a tale of duty, survival, and change.
cw: starts off slow but picks up at the end! | violence! | mature language! | female reader! |
1.1k words!
ΝϴͲᎬ: I'm excited to see where this goes and hope you are too. initially I had zero intentions of posting a multi part series here, but I'm proud of what my brain threw up. so enjoy!
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⊰𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞⊱ »»————>The Ambush!
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"welcome, everyone, to your first water manipulation class!" you beamed, excited to teach the new year fledglings. "today, we're just going to cover the basics: how to control and shape water using your body and intentions." you preached, pacing up and down in front the classroom of teenagers, "remember, it's all about focus and visualization. can anyone tell me the three states of water?"
you smiled, pointing to three people who shot their hands up and as your finger landed on them they answered.
"liquid"
"solid!"
"gas!"
"exactly! now, let's start with the simplest. liquid. I want you to close your eyes and picture a body of water. it could be a lake, a river, or even a glass of water. focus on its movement. feel how it flows and ripples."
you glanced around the room, making sure everyone was engaged. "now, let's see a demonstration. watch closely."
you walked over to a large bowl filled with water at the front of the class. taking a deep breath, you extended your hands over the surface, palms facing down. as you concentrated, moving your hand up and down, fingers bending to mimick moving water. the water began to ripple gently, responding to your motions. with a flick of your wrist, you raised your hand, and a small stream of water rose from the bowl, forming a delicate arc in the air.
"see how it follows my movements? now, i want you to try. and remember, it’s about your connection with the water. don't force it—let it flow." the first student to volunteer their demonstration walked up. a petite girl with long black hair and luscious lashes.
just as she was about to give her demonstration, a loud alarm blared throughout the school, and your students jumped in surprise, their faces turning pale as they panicked.
"witch hunters! lady y/n! witch hunters have infiltrated the school grounds!" a young boy announced as he heaved for breath, leaning against the classroom's entrance.
"stay calm!" you shouted, trying to keep the anxious kids focused. "and single file! we may need to defend the school!"
you rushed outside into the courtyard, where chaos was going down. your students followed behind you, like ducklings follow their mama.
a group of witch hunters had breached the walls, armed with weapons designed to counter your kind. you glanced at the nearby water fountains, drawing in a deep breath.
"okay, everyone! what better time to learn a new skill than being in battle!?" you shouted out to your students. "focus on the water coming from those fountains! form it into the first weapon you can think of and exhale to freeze it in shape! follow my lead!"
you pointed towards the fountains and the water overflowed from them. it froze instantly as you exhaled and concentrated it into, sharp, glistening ice arrows. "aim for their weapons and create distractions! do not engage in close combat if you value your life!" you warned.
and you took your first shot, releasing an ice arrow that struck the nearest witch hunter in his shoulder. "keep it up! we can drive them back!" and you quickly turned to form another, your heart racing for your class.
the students rallied, their own weapons joining you as the courtyard turned into a battlefield, with flashes of students and teachers fighting for their lives.
a sudden pressure weighed down your shoulders as a figure emerged from the dust caused by the earth users. his carmine eyes, locking onto yours, as his brows furrowed in a nasty scowl. based on the way he carried himself and the fact that you didn't sense him until now, said plenty. this guy, is crazy strong.
and you couldn't help but smirk, knowing he had singled you out. you are one of the greatest water users after all.
"you really think you can protect them?!" he shouted, pointing his blade toward you, then to the few students cowering behind you. he stooped low, like a track runner, holding his balde behind him, and it sent a thrill down your spine.
"yes." you confirmed, forming another arrow with a swish of two fingers, starting from the tip of your left hand, all the way back to your cheek. "you're gonna need more than that to take me down." your head motioned to his sword as you pulled the arrow back on your liquid bow and launched it at him, to which he dodged with ease.
he closed the distance, and you braced yourself, excitement coursing through you as you engaged in a hand-to-hand battle. you traded blows, each one landing harder than the previous ones.
"not bad." you teased, trying to keep him off balance. "is that all you've got?"
"thought you'd never ask," he growled, landing a solid punch to your side that knocked the breath from your lungs. "you won't win."
"who says i'm trying to?" you shot back, pulling together the last of your energy to create a sharp ice dagger. you lunged forward, dagger tightly gripped in your hand, aiming for his side, but he sidestepped your attack, grabbing your wrist and twisting it until the dagger clattered to the ground.
"you're outmatched," he sneered, flipping you over his shoulder and slamming you into the stone courtyard floor. pinned beneath him, you struggled, frustration picking at your brows and exhilaration bubbling within you.
"you think this is over?" you smirked, locking eyes with him, confidence unwavering. "you're in for the real fight now." you held your breath and listened for his heart, it's steady beating, so beautifully timed. you felt the blood that rushed out with every pump and with a crack of your fingers, he released you. his limbs moving in awkward forced motions as he fought against you.
"th-the fuck–" he groaned, watching his own body betray him. "you witch! you're a blood manipulator!" he yelled through his gritted teeth.
"astute observation, mr. hunter." you snickered. though blood manipulation was the strongest trick up your sleeve, in your weakened state you struggled to keep a hold on him. and your nose started bleeding. "fuck." you muttered, wiping at it with the back of your wrist.
"what's the matter witch? that all you got?" he bit back as he felt his control over his body slowly return. "what happened to that 'real fight' ya' mentioned?" and taunted as you fell to your knees.
"get fucked..." you hissed, looking up at him towering over you. he walked behind you, sending out a series of long drawn out whistles, all in one tone.
" 'm gonna love removin' this pretty head from your body." he snarled, grabbing your hair in a handful.
"aw, you think I'm pretty?" you mocked, spitting at his face. he didn't even flinch. he shoved your head forward as he released you and stood up, striding behind you once more.
"you fuckin' wish." he grimaced, inhaling a sharp breath before he knocked you unconscious with the hilt of his sword.
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icedemon1314 · 1 day ago
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katsuki bakugo was a private, not secret, type of guy.
though it came as a surprise to many, he never hid that he had a girlfriend. he just chose not to speak of you, unless prompted, which resulted in whoever asked about you being surprised at how he seemed to forgo his hard exterior when speaking of you.
you were his lock screen photo, in fact every wallpaper included you in it. couple photos of you two together and candid ones he'd take of you randomly. a polaroid picture of you with a small 'i love you!' written by you with sharpie on the white frame sat nicely in the clear case of his phone.
you were in the heart-shaped locket he'd keep on him at all times in the pockets of his outfits. he'd developed a habit of running his finger along the groves of the chain, opening it and raising it out just enough for him to see the photo, then safely putting it away.
your initials were in the laces of his shoes, your first letter next to his. the back of his favorite pair had an embroidered heart with your initials encased in a heart.
he was a private man. that's why his fans were so shocked when he had dropped two bombs on them all at once.
first, with a simple post of your hand in his, manicured with the colors of his hero outfit, with a noticeably large diamond adorning your finger.
but when he had let it slip that you two were expecting a baby in a t.v interview, nobody expected that he'd stay relaxed instead of being annoyed.
and not even you knew that instead of face- palming at his slip up, cursing or walking off set, that he'd proudly show the ultrasound. the one he'd cut up in a perfect small heart so it could fit into the other slot of the locket he adored so much.
how he decided to wear his heart out on his sleeve, just for you.
tags: @k0z3me @darhinadadragon @maddietries @exoticrasin @lavendarstarz @hisonlyobsession @i-the-fluffo @uy242c @cookielovesbook-akie @frosted-flakes @irenne-stans
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icedemon1314 · 2 days ago
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Pregnancy Scare
PAIRING: aged up!katsuki x f!reader
SYNOPSIS: it’s in the title—you have a pregnancy scare
A/N: may also be a little out of character but idk !
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you were out shopping with mina one afternoon. "i started my period yesterday." she complained, putting her hands on her stomach. "my stomach hurts."
and that's when it hit you—your period was late. really late. my eyes widen, then you look up attempting to do the math in your head. yeah, still late.
"what was that?" mina asked.
"what was what?"
"that look."
"what look?"
“you know what look.”
“i don’t!”
“are you…” her words drifting off to imply the word you don’t want to hear.
"no! god no." you pause. "i don't think so." the last sentence sounded more like a question than a statement.
mina sighed. "c’mon. we’re getting you a test."
once you got the test, you and mina headed to yours and katsuki’s shared apartment. you walk into the bathroom and sit on the toilet cover, staring at the unopened test. mina is sitting on the counter waiting for you to actually take the test. you looked up to mina and sighed. "i can't do it—i’m too nervous."
"well i can't exactly do it for you." she joked.
"it's just—katsuki and i are so careful!"
she raised her eyebrows in response. "you two? careful? you guys are like animals." you glared at her. "cute animals! but animals nonetheless." she tried to defend herself.
you put your head in your hands. mina looked at her phone and hopped off the counter. "it’s kirishima. i promised to meet him for lunch. i gotta go, i’m kinda late."
you sigh. “yeah, go, go. i don’t want to keep you away from your plans.”
“you’re sure?”
you nod. “yeah, go!”
she hugs you before she goes. “hey, don’t worry. i love you everything’s gonna be fine. bakugo loves you so much.”
you nod.
“let me know how everything goes! okay, bye!” mina says in a rush.
after mina leaves, you put the test on the counter and walk out, deciding to do it after a quick nap.
after your nap, you went right back to the bathroom. you stared and stared at the unopened test, anxiety swelling up inside you.
just as you’re about to open the test, you hear the door open. you rush out, desperate for any kind of distraction. "baby?" you hear katsuki call. of course of all the things to call you right now, he chose baby. you meet him at the hallway outside of your shared bedroom. your heart skipping a beat at the soft smile he gave you when he saw you. “hey gorgeous, what you been up to?" he asked, planting a kiss on your lips. his familiar scent and warmth calming you down instantly, as it always did.
you smiled. "went shopping with mina and then after that, just waiting here for you." you giggled as he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the bedroom. he laid down on the bed, immediately going into a story about his day. you laid beside him while his arm was wrapped around you as you listened.
you listened to his story, nodding along, letting him distract you from your thoughts, and it worked so well that you thought nothing of it when he stood up and headed for the bathroom. you just stayed laying down, on your phone.
when he entered the room, you called out to him, "kats, come look at what my mom just sent me." you giggled to yourself, excited to see his reaction. but instead, stands in the doorway, silent.
you sit up to see him, immediately noticing the look on his face, shock clear in his eyes, as he stared down at what was in his hand. that’s when you remembered, and sure enough, when you let your eyes wander down to his hand, he was clutching the still-unopened pregnancy test.
"katsuki..." you hesitated.
he looked up from the test and into your eyes. you couldn’t tell what exactly he was feeling. "is this for real?" he asked.
"i haven't taken it yet." you answered quickly and hoarsely.
"why not?"
you felt like you were being interrogated, you knew he didn't mean to make it feel that way, but you couldn't help but feel judged and alone. you looked down at your hands, tears clearly forming in your eyes. "i was scared." you answered.
he sighed in response and to that sound, a tear fell from your eye. you didn't look at him, but you felt him sit beside you on the bed. he lifted his hand to wipe away the tear. "baby, i'm here for you. i want you to know that." he swallowed hard. "i need you to know that." you started crying, feeling like you disappointed him. he pulled you onto his lap and held you as you tried to silence your cries.
"i’m almost two weeks late." you said hoarsely. he just continued to rub your arm in response.
he kissed the top of your head. "i think you need to take it," he whispered. "just in case." you nodded and got off of his lap, he grabbed your arm before you could walk to the bathroom. "hey. I'm here no matter what that test says okay?" you nod in response.
the test sat on the counter as you waited for the timer to end. there was no doubt in your mind that katsuki was outside of the door waiting and listening.
when the timer went off, you stood up and closed your eyes. you took a deep breath in and out and grabbed the test to look at it. it was negative. "negative." you whispered to yourself.
you walked out of the bathroom looking for katsuki. you found him sitting on the edge of the bed, fiddling with his hands. you walked through the doorway and his head whipped up to look at you. he tilted his head, silently asking what the test said. "negative." you told him.
he stood up and put one hand on you lower back and the other on the back of your neck. he kissed you and your lips clashed together and you fell into his touch. he abruptly stops. "for the record," he says, "i would've been totally happy if we ended up adding to our little family here with a little brat." you look up at him and smile.
he picks you up, your legs straddling around his waist. you kiss him as he carries you to the bed. he throws you on the bed and says, "although now that I know you're not pregnant, we can still do this." he smirks and takes his shirt off.
you giggled as he got on top of you and kissed you, knowing exactly what he meant.
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icedemon1314 · 2 days ago
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Too Many Werewolf Kisses
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| Masterlist | Werewolf AU Masterlist | ♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Werewolf!Bakugou x Reader ♡ Tags: Werewolf AU, fated mates, soulmates, established relationships, suggestive (This chapter is a one-shot that can be viewed without reading the other chapters.)
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True to his inner doggy self, werewolf Bakugou often slobbered all over you with kisses. 
Bakugou’s constant kisses all over your body tickled you to no end. You would gently push him off part way through his attacks to get a brief breather, before soon letting him back in for more. You could’ve mistook your grumpy werewolf for a golden retriever on his worst kissy days. 
Your body was a buffet for his senses. Bakugou just couldn’t plant enough kisses on you; he needed to cover your whole body in his scent to scare off any love rivals. Bakugou said that you should treat his body just the same, to make sure all the other werewolves know he’s a happily taken man.
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Unexpected News
Katsuki Bakugo x Fem Presenting! Reader
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The sun was just breaking over the horizon, casting a soft, golden glow through the window of the small but cozy apartment you shared with Katsuki Bakugo. The gentle light played over his face as he lay sprawled on the bed, his usual intense scowl softened in sleep. The faint creak of the floorboards as you moved through the apartment didn’t stir him; he was a heavy sleeper, especially after long days of patrols and late-night training sessions.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the air, mingling with the subtle scent of Katsuki’s cologne and the faint traces of smoke that always seemed to cling to him. You had grown to love that scent—it was a reminder of the intensity, strength, and fire that he carried with him wherever he went.
As you poured a cup of coffee, you felt him stir. The quiet morning was broken by the familiar sound of his heavy footsteps approaching the kitchen, his form still rumpled from sleep, but his eyes sharp as ever.
“Oi,” he grumbled, voice rough with sleep. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” His scowl was softened by the lingering haze of sleep, and though he tried to look irritated, there was a warmth in his gaze that he couldn’t quite hide.
You smirked, taking a sip of your coffee and savoring the warmth that seeped through you. “Figured you could use the rest,” you replied. “Plus, I didn’t want to deal with your usual morning complaints.”
He snorted, grabbing his own cup of coffee and muttering something under his breath as he took a sip. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, the early morning light spilling across the kitchen and filling the small space with a warm, golden glow.
After finishing breakfast, you both suited up, the quiet familiarity of the routine grounding you. His hero gear clinked faintly as he adjusted his gauntlets, the metal cool and smooth beneath his fingers. You noticed how he flexed his left arm slightly, testing it, a faint shadow crossing his face as he recalled the lingering injuries from the battle against the League of Villains.
You placed a reassuring hand on his arm, your touch light but steady. “Don’t push it too hard, okay?” Kissing his cheek.
His gaze flicked to your, and though his expression softened, he quickly masked it with his usual scowl. “I know my limits,” he grumbled, returning a kiss to your lips. Though you could see the gratitude in his eyes.
As you both stepped out into the city, the morning air was crisp, carrying with it the faint hum of distant traffic and the murmur of people starting their day. The sky was a clear blue, the early sun casting long shadows across the buildings as you parted ways, each heading to your respective patrol routes.
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The city was alive with movement, the sidewalks crowded with people rushing to work, students chatting as they made their way to school, and street vendors setting up their stands. The scent of freshly baked bread drifted from a nearby bakery, mixing with the earthy smell of fallen leaves as autumn began to settle over Musutafu.
Your patrol was uneventful at first, a calmness settling over the city as you moved through your assigned route. You greeted a few civilians, offering them a friendly nod and a reassuring smile. It was moments like these that reminded you why you had become a hero—not just for the battles and the adrenaline, but for the chance to protect and serve the people of this city.
Suddenly, a deafening crash shattered the calm, the ground beneath your feet trembling as a powerful shockwave rippled through the air. Your instincts kicked in immediately, your eyes snapping to the source of the disturbance. In the distance, a massive villain loomed over the buildings, their destructive power already evident in the shattered glass and crumbling structures around them.
The air was thick with dust and the acrid scent of burning metal as you darted forward, dodging debris and calling out to civilians, urging them to find cover. Screams filled the air, blending with the distant wail of sirens as other heroes arrived on the scene.
Your mind was focused, every movement precise and deliberate as you worked to evacuate civilians, pushing yourself to the limit to ensure that no one was left behind. The villain’s power was overwhelming, each blow shaking the ground and sending shrapnel flying through the air. You could feel the strain in your muscles, the burn of exhaustion creeping in as you continued to fight, determined to see this battle through to the end.
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On the other side of the city, Katsuki was wrapping up his own patrol, his thoughts drifting to you as he made his way back toward the agency headquarters. The sun was higher now, casting a harsh light over the streets as the morning crowds began to thin. He was just about to call you, his thumb hovering over the screen of his phone, when it rang.
The number was unfamiliar, but his blood ran cold as he recognized the name of the hospital associated with your agency displayed on the screen. Without a second thought, he answered, pressing the phone to his ear, his jaw clenched as he braced himself for the worst.
“Katsuki Bakugo?” The voice on the other end was calm, but there was an underlying urgency that sent a shiver down his spine. “This is Dr. Sato from Musutafu General Hospital. Your partner, Mrs. ____ Bakugo, has been admitted. We recommend you come as soon as possible.”
He didn’t wait for them to say anything else. His mind was already racing, panic tightening his chest as he turned and sprinted toward the hospital, his heart pounding as he dodged through the crowds, not caring about the startled looks from civilians or the concerned shouts of his fellow heroes. All he could think about was you—where you were, how badly you were hurt, if he’d made a mistake in letting you go out alone.
The minutes felt like hours as he ran, the world around him fading into a blur. The familiar sights of the city he’d protected for years barely registered as he focused solely on getting to you, on being there when you needed him most.
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The hallway outside your room felt like it stretched on forever, each fluorescent light casting a sharp glare over the sterile, white walls. Katsuki’s fists clenched tightly as he stared down the corridor, feeling the itch to storm back to your room and make sure you were alright himself. But the doctor’s grave tone held him in place, pulling him reluctantly into a small consultation room just off the main hall. The room was dimmer, quieter, with the hum of a machine in the corner filling the silence as he waited for the doctor to speak.
“Katsuki Bakugo,” the doctor began, flipping through a few pages on their clipboard, their expression serious yet cautious. “Your partner’s injuries are indeed minor. A broken arm, a few lacerations, and some bruising. But otherwise, they’re in stable condition.”
Relief hit him like a rush of air, momentarily loosening the tight knot of worry in his chest. But before he could completely relax, the doctor continued.
"Though, we have found something abnormal about their stats. We would like to conduct an ultrasound to be sure."
Katsuki's eye twitched. His brows furrowing as he grabbed the doctor by his shirt collar to grumble in his face. "The fuck you need an ultrasound for? It's a broken fucking arm!"
The doctor fumbled over his words, trying his best to explain that they wanted to make sure everything was ok, and that you would be fine. Finally managing to calm Katsuki's fury in the slightest.
“Fine,” he muttered, jaw clenched as he looked back toward the door. Dropping the doctor. “Just… do it. But if they’re not hurt, I’m going back in there.”
The doctor nodded sheepishly, understanding the intensity in his voice. They left him alone in the consultation room, and he paced, rubbing a hand over his face, trying to steady the chaos in his mind. The low hum of the hospital machinery, the coldness of the sterile walls, the antiseptic smell—all of it was grounding, pulling him back to reality even as his thoughts spun.
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Time slipped by slowly as Katsuki returned to your room. The worry in his chest had softened, replaced with a strange calm that he couldn’t fully explain. When he opened the door, the sight of you sitting up in bed, cradling your arm in a sling, brought a rush of relief that nearly took his breath away. You looked tired but at peace, a small smile breaking across your face when you saw him.
“Took ya long enough.” you teased, your voice soft but carrying that familiar warmth.
“Tch,” he scoffed, though the smirk tugging at his lips betrayed his true feelings. “Couldn’t stay out of trouble, could you?”
“Hey, I wasn’t the one running into buildings last week, Mr #2 Pro.” you shot back, your eyes bright despite the bruises shadowing your skin.
Katsuki’s expression softened, and he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his hand resting gently on yours. The silence that followed was comfortable, a quiet moment in the sterile hospital room that felt like a bubble shielding the two of you from the world outside. He noticed the faint scent of antiseptic mixing with your familiar scent—something grounding, comforting. He took a steadying breath, savoring this calm before speaking.
Before he could say anything, the doctor entered the room, holding a clipboard and wearing a faint smile. You straightened up, a curious glint in your eyes as you exchanged a look with Katsuki, your brow furrowing as you sensed his uncharacteristic quietness.
“Your injuries are healing well,” the doctor began, flipping through their notes. "Obviously." You answered back. “We’ll keep an eye on your arm, but you should be ready for light duty in a few weeks. However…”
Katsuki’s hand tightened around yours, his gaze locked on the doctor, a fierce protectiveness radiating from him even as he waited for them to continue.
The doctor met both your eyes, their expression softening as they spoke. “Congratulations. You’re going to have a child.”
A stunned silence fell over the room, the weight of the words hanging in the air like a tangible force. You blinked, your mouth opening slightly as you tried to process the news. Your hand instinctively went to your stomach, your eyes wide with shock and a glimmer of wonder.
“Katsuki…” you breathed, turning to look at him, your gaze filled with an emotion that mirrored the awe and disbelief in his own eyes.
He swallowed, his throat tight as he struggled to find words. For once, the usually sharp-tongued, fiery hero was at a loss, his mind spinning with the reality of what this meant. His hand, still holding yours, gave a gentle, almost reassuring squeeze as he tried to ground himself.
“You… we…” he muttered, the words barely a whisper. “Guess I’ll have to teach ‘em how to dodge better than you, huh?”
The small laugh that escaped you was half a sob, htting him on the arm. The weight of the moment crashing over you both. You leaned into him, pressing your forehead to his shoulder as you let the emotions wash over you. He wrapped an arm around you, his touch gentler than ever as he held you close, his other hand moving to rest on your stomach in a rare, vulnerable gesture.
For a moment, the harsh lights, the sterile scent of antiseptic, the beeping monitors—they all faded away, replaced by the quiet strength of his embrace. The realization settled over you both, filling the room with a warmth that seemed to radiate from within.
After a few moments, you pulled back, meeting his gaze. His usual fierceness was softened by something tender, a look you rarely saw but one that spoke of promises unspoken, of a future that, though uncertain, felt brighter with him by your side.
“Think you’re ready to be a dad, Katsuki?” you asked, a teasing smile breaking through the tears that shimmered in your eyes.
He snorted, a familiar smirk tugging at his lips, though the softness in his gaze remained. “Please. I’m Katsuki Bakugo. Of course I am.” He paused, his smirk shifting into something more vulnerable. “But… I guess I’ll have to work on the ‘not yelling at kids’ thing.”
You laughed, the sound filling the small room, the tension melting as you leaned into his shoulder once more. For a while, you simply stayed like that, letting the weight of the news settle, feeling the quiet promise of a new beginning surround you both.
Outside, the sun had begun to set, casting a warm, orange glow through the window, bathing the room in a gentle light that seemed to echo the warmth in your hearts. And for the first time in a long time, Katsuki felt truly at peace, a fierce determination settling within him to protect not only you but the new life you would share together.
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these past few weeks you’ve been watching tiktoks of people asking their signifcant other to peel/cut oranges for them. you watch the variety of reactions; from a hudband who tells his wife to ‘do it yourself, im not your maid’ to ‘you feel like an orange? i feel like an apple.’
wondering how your boyfriend would react to the request, you secretly record him while the both of you were lying on the bed—deep down you already know how he’d react.
“katsuki, baby,”
he grumbles in reply
“i feel like snacking on some oranges”
“i bought and cut some earlier, it’s in the fridge.”
he went beyond your expectations, you had expected him to be willing but not him reading your mind and anticipating the day you would crave some oranges, “huh…?”
he looks up from his phone and look at you, with an eyebrow raise, “what?”
“how do you know i want oranges?”
he shrugs, “i don’t know, lucky guess,” his mouth curled up a teeny tiny bit.
he can’t just say that he had a feeling you would, that would make him seem like a loser (he is, in every way possible.) he noticed you kept using your citrus lipbalm out of the 20 other flavours. you ordered 2 lemony-orangey-citrusy sodas this week alone, you unconsciously triple sniffed when you walk past the fruits —specifically the oranges—aisle. just a lucky guess.
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.・゜-: ✧ :-  Drabble-day! Katsuki Bakugo!
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pestering your boyfriend for kisses because his lips feel so soft against yours and you just can't get enough;
"kats, gimme kiss," you said, lips puckered playfully.
he leaned down, gave you a quick peck, then turned right back to the pot, stirring with that trademark scowl of concentration. you grinned, pleased at his compliance.
three seconds passed.
"kats, gimme kiss."
he sighed but leaned down again, giving you another quick peck, his eyes flicking to you with an almost imperceptible smile before he focused back on the meal.
you counted under your breath. one… two… three…
"kats, gimme kiss."
this time, he didn't look quite so amused, but he still obliged with another quick peck before turning away, grumbling, "y'know, I'm tryin' to cook here."
your grin widened. "kats, gimme kissss."
he groaned, but again, leaned down, brushing his lips against yours—albeit a bit more impatiently this time. "last one," he warned, returning his focus to the pot with a shake of his head.
and of course, you just couldn't let it go.
"Katsss, gimmeee kissss," you teased, drawing out the words with an innocent smile.
he stopped stirring, shoulders tensing as he let out a slow, deep breath. he turned to you, brow raised, the faintest glint of annoyance mixed with affection in his eyes. "you want me to kiss you or do you want dinner, huh?"
"can't I have both?" you shrugged, batting your lashes.
his lips twitched as he fought back a smile. "listen," he said, leaning down. "if I give you one more, you better be done askin' 'til after dinner, or i'll start chargin'."
"and if I don't?" you stifled a laugh, feigning serious thought.
"then you can forget dinner," he said, finally breaking into a grin. with that, he leaned in, his kiss lingering just a bit longer, with his hand cradling the back of your head.
"worth it," you whispered, as he pulled back.
"you're so damn lucky I'm patient with your ass." he rolled his eyes and shook his head, finally cracking a soft laugh as he went back to the stove.
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kith kith! missed Drabble-day this week so here ya go!
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icedemon1314 · 2 days ago
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Nectar
Summary: As your royal bodyguard, Laios was to ensure that not a hand was to fall onto you, the princess.
But what was he to do when exposure to some potent pollen has him desperate to have his hands all over you?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: F!Reader/Laios
WHO'S READY TO GET EATEN (OUT) 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️
This piece has been a long time coming ever since I hosted a special poll on my Tumblr where I had my readers vote on my next lewd piece--from character to kink to trope/AU, all were determined by my dear hotel guests !!! Thank you all so much for your patience and for joining the fun !!! 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ I've been meaning to dive into DunMeshi (and Laios's pantalones) so this was the perfect opportunity to finally do just that !!!
I appreciate you all as always and I hope you enjoy !!!
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There was a fruit that Laios wanted to eat.
Not to be found atop a bushel on the streets of a bustling market, nor to be served as an appetizer at an upscale restaurant.
This particular fruit was one of a kind–locked away in a garden, access reserved exclusively to only a select and chosen few, hidden within the brush of a storied grove.
Given his notorious taste for the most bizarre ingredients literally cut fresh from a dungeon’s depths for the simplest of meals, such a specific and normal craving was rather astonishing.
But Laios didn’t want to simply partake in this specific fruit.
Rather, there was this cavernous base urge to hunt down this fruit, scaling whatever length of tree as needed to seize–to lunge if needed–the delectable treat with his very own hands, dragging his tongue along its surface for an indulgent lick before sinking his teeth in for a juicy mouthful.
He didn’t even care to wash or wipe the fruit down before feasting away. Any speck of grime and dirt would only add to the flavor–if anything, imperfections on the purity of this snack served to stir his appetite all the more, a deep-seeded hunger that had gnawed at him damn near endlessly at this point.
However, attaining this singular delicacy was not going to be easy in the slightest.
While his monthly pay of coin for his services as an appointed guard to the care of the kingdom’s princess was nothing to scoff at, he wouldn’t be able to even attempt offering to buy this rare fruit.
For it was less about accumulating enough wealth and more about how he was forever shackled to the circumstances of his poor, humble upbringing.
Fated to be barred from this fruit’s taste, he was instead made to linger around the perimeter of the garden that housed this delectable treasure, to always be within reach but bound to have his hand chopped right off if he ever thought of plucking this sweet for his own famished desires.
It was a conundrum surely, one that he–reluctantly–had made his peace with for some time.
Up until a sudden shriek from afar suddenly shook Laios free from the serenity of his continued contemplating.
On a day like any other, he was to escort the princess to the outskirts of the kingdom to oversee the crops of the imminent harvest. His upbringing as the son to proud farmhands made this visit feel akin to a homecoming. He was always happy for the chance to see his parents along with–if lucky–his sister Falin should she be home from her continued studies of the arcane arts. Though, he was most thrilled at the prospect of offering facts of the natural bestiary and the gaminess of their meat to the intrigued ear of the princess.
Your ear.
And while you, the queen to be, were usually so happy to take in well of knowledge that Laios had to offer, he couldn’t help but notice on this particular day that there was this anxious energy that seemed to shadow over you like that of a bride veil, one that simmered beneath your usual graceful demeanor.
Having been under his guard and protection as his charge for years at this point, you trusted him deeply. He knew this to be undoubtedly true.
Yet there was something about your behavior throughout the day that demanded solitude–any opportunity to be alone, you were quick to take. And while unlike the stuffy and pushy advisors that often fussed over every breath you took within the castle, he respected your independence as an individual, seeing you for who you were rather than the shine of the crown on top of your head.
Still, as your bodyguard, he couldn’t allow you to stray too far away from him.
And yet for every step he took to close the gap, you only seemed intent on maintaining distance.
It was puzzling certainly, and while he wanted nothing more than to gain further insight as to what brought about this odd change in your attitude, he was far more worried with your current wellbeing.
His feet carried him as far as he could, past the vast fields of crops all the way further out past the farmlands. He cursed at himself for letting you out of his sight, all while wondering how you managed to give him the slip in the first place.
However, he would address that matter later. For now, he was set on finding you.
While his familiarity with the immediate area served as a reassuring foundation for his search, there was now the facet of determining just where you would have wandered off towards. While he took into account where you–adorned in frills and jewels–realistically could have made it out to within the time span since he last saw you, he thought back to any places of interest where you most likely would have gone.
His amber eyes quickly scanned across the horizon–either a pond that wasn’t too far out into the distance, a road that one could follow to a neighboring farm, or a somewhat maintained path that led to a field of white flowers.
The faint, distant sight of ivory petals immediately caught his attention and reignited his memory.
“–and besides supplying various cheeses for the wintertime fondue, this region’s other key offering is none other than the lovelily!”
Laios was all broad smiles and pride as he concluded his explanation.
You were all twinkling eyes and curious as you repeated his last word.
“‘Lovelily’?”
Happy for the chance to elaborate further, he proceeded to mime out the shape of the flower (horribly) with his hands. “Yes! The very same flower once used in ancient rituals for fertility–now it’s more commonly used for love potions! Potent ones at that! You know, as I think about it, I think the stems tend to not grow that tall…”
As his focus shifted more to the accuracy of the height of the flower that his hands were representing, he didn’t notice the way that the curiosity in your eyes soon changed to something far more calculating.
But of course!
His destination determined, Laios jetted himself forward towards the field of lovelilies–a sea of white blossoms that stretched far and beyond. Gaze darting around for any sight of you, he continued to shout out your name as he rushed through the vast spread of flowers.
Lovelilies were used for love potions for a reason. Their signature pink pollen is potent with aphrodisiac effects, making them the ideal candidates for their prior use with fertility rituals in times long since past.
By this point in the season, the flowers were harvested of their pollen by local apothecaries, so he at least had one less thing to worry about.
Still, just an immediate scan around the field yielded no sight of you, which only deepened his already heightened anxiousness.
Up until, at long last, he heard the muffled response of his name as he approached the center of the field.
Immediately he gazed down, and like an apple that had fallen from the tree, his eyes came across a rather deep ditch in the ground.
Deep enough to house you right within its depths.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Laios immediately dove in for your rescue. As he landed on his feet, he looked forward. Given the time of day, he still had a decent amount of light shining down within the darkness of the ditch, blessing him with the sight of you sprawled upon a bed of lovelilies. Joyed relief quickly across his features as he called out your name once again while he knelt before you.
“Are you alright–?!”
“Sir Laios!” You gasped in relief, even as your voice quivered so. “Please forgive me for leaving your sight and causing worry! I–!”
Laughing jovially, he held up his hand and waved it from side to side. “Worry not, princess. A little curiosity never hurt–”
It was at the second push in the air by his hand that he caught sight of a familiar shade of pink that floated by his face.
He immediately froze, soon realizing just where you had landed in: a ditch of unharvested, fully pollinated lovelilies. 
Tension gripped him as fiercely as he held onto you upon scooping your body into his arms.
“Princess! Hang onto me and hold your breath!”
You did as told, scrambling to wrap your arms around his neck while he worked to haul the both of you out of the ditch, all while doing his best to avoid inhaling the pollinated air as well. While it took a bit of maneuvering, a few slips while clawing at loosened soil, he was able to securely bring the two of you back onto solid ground.
However, with one issue handled, he was immediately checking over you in a flurried panic, his hands cradling your face while his mind raced back to what usually consisted of typical symptoms of lovelily exposure.
“How do you feel? Any pain? Discomfort?”
His palm pressed against your flushed cheek, a notable warmth permeating off of your skin. Before he could examine further, you meekly spoke up in response,
“I think…I may have hurt myself when I fell…”
You shifted your leg forward, wincing as your voice trailed off, your breathing becoming shallow.
And it was that expression of pain that had him quickly springing to action once again.
Formality, order, manners–all were immediately consumed by ferocious protective instinct as Laios seized the hem of your dress skirt and yanked it high up and over his head. 
He sought out for any sliver of blood or purpling bruise, his gaze darting along your leg for possible injuries sustained.
Higher and higher, his eyes continued to trail upwards.
All the way until his focus shifted towards right between your thighs.
Hues of soft pink caught his gaze, a notably sweet scent drifting by his nose.
There, spread all across the fabric of your panties with a few dustings along your inner thighs was a thick layer of lovelily pollen.
Though he was relieved to see that overall you didn’t seem to be significantly injured by your descent into the ditch, he once again found himself stuck in place.
With your dress skirt still enveloped over him, he was entrapped within close proximity to the infamous aphrodisiac ingredient. Instinct and knowledge of the flower’s effects roared at him to move, to at the very least hold his breath, yet he could not.
He refused to.
He was much too captivated, too entranced to do so.
The sight and scent of the pollen was one matter.
However, what truly beckoned for him to push his head closer up in-between your thighs was one particular scent.
Not that of the sweet lovelily pollen. 
It was something headier, a unique musk that enticed his senses, drawing his mouth to water.
And the source of that delectable scent was currently being obscured by flimsy fabric.
He just had to get a better smell of it.
His hands reached for your legs, large and calloused hands gripping them by the sides all while he immediately planted his face right in-between your thighs, his nose pressed right against your clothed core. He inhaled deeply, groaning out in delight upon exhaling at your natural scent.
He suddenly felt hungry–no, famished was much more appropriate.
His thoughts were becoming muddled, his initial intention of remembering the exact effects of lovelily pollen exposure quickly becoming lost amidst the dire need to satisfy his own cravings. Before he could act further however, it was the sound of your voice that suddenly had him snap out of his reverie.
“S-Sir Laios…”
The shudder in your voice quickly had him shoving himself out from under your dress. Immediately, his darkened eyes sought out yours, his face hot and red, his breath ragged.
What he saw was a near identical expression from your end: cheeks burning with scarlet, breath also struggling to steady itself.
With his attention captured by you, he watched as you brought your hand to the front of your gown, seizing at the material while you gasped out, also seemingly at odds between coherent thought and bodily desire, “It would seem both of us are sweltering in our respective attire.” With your other hand, you reached down to cup his chin, smiling sweetly at him, flustered and all. 
“Shall we do something about this heat together?”
Laios grabbed at your hand, bringing your palm to his lips before pressing another kiss to your wrist as he breathlessly affirmed,
“As you wish, princess.”
It was one last expression of proper decorum between the two of you–him, your trusted bodyguard, and you, his precious charge–before you both descended into an animalistic frenzy right amidst the sea of lovelilies.
A mess of frills and jewels laid to the side while Laios was far from fully stripped of his armor, his chest piece and undershirt tossed some ways away. Though his erect cock throbbed painfully within the confines of his breeches, he had undoing the strings to his trousers last in his mind, his priority first and foremost being to run his tongue all along the sopping stickiness of your core.
He couldn’t get enough. Every slurp, every suckle, every wet smack of his lips–even nudging his nose along the wet length of your slit for a better indulging of your scent, his insatiable greed knew no limits, encouraged further by the quiver of your thighs and the whines of his name from your lips.
It was hard to pry himself away from your inner thighs, especially with each orgasm he drew you towards. Even when he finally yielded to your pleas for him to finally strip off his pants, he still was adamant with feasting away at your core, fondling your ass as he kept you close to his face, all while you were positioned right on top of him, your mouth and hands clumsily handling the thick girth of his cock with earnest kisses and strokes.
How could he possibly think about stopping when the fruit he craved to eat was finally presented to him?
Or so he thought.
The taste of your core was most certainly going to impose an insatiable addiction moving forward.
However.
It was as the two of you were tangled together, his large stocky build weighing down onto yours while his big cock pumped in and out of your core’s velvety depths that he finally had a sample of what he truly sought out most.
“Sir Laios…!”
The euphoric call of his name had his focus shifting right to your face.
Right as your hands rested on his cheeks, guiding his head downwards so–for the first time–your lips could press against his for a kiss.
A simple sweet display of affection.
Yet one that scorched through him so much more significantly than any other touch exchanged between you both.
The taste of your lips had him shudder and gasp out your name, all while he was all the more compelled to slam his cock into you with furthered exuberance, the desire to flood your core with the hot and heavy load of his seed all consuming.
It would be some time until the two of you would finally work your way through the effects of the pollen.
It would be a far, far later problem for you both to explain just where exactly the two of you had disappeared to all day and why your clothes were in such disarray.
But for now, and what would remain to be true well after–pollen’s influence aside–was one blessed reassurance: You were just as hungry for him as he was for you.
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icedemon1314 · 3 days ago
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Katsuki who hates hurting you but loves making you happy even more. So when you told him you had a pain kink, he was very hesitant to play into it at first, because wounding you or even scaring you is the last thing he wanted to do. But seeing how eager it made you, how wet it got you, how horny it made you, he finally gave in. He agreed to choke you lightly, to press your wrists on the bed so hard you whined.
But what took the longest convincing is what you wanted the most ever since you met him: for him to use his quirk on you.
You know how before fully exploding, his palms get very hot and almost light up ? You wanted him to do that to you the very second you saw him in action. To almost blast you up, almost. To have his ready-to-detonate palms in contact with your flesh. He was so cute when you finally convinced him to try it out, he was so scared of not stopping soon enough and full on blasting you -something you wouldn't have minded-, he was so stressed that he actually sweated more and went off a bit more than expected.
But oh it felt so good. Exactly how you imagined it would have. It hurt, really bad, it burnt and it turned you on. But his worried face, a rare sight, made it even sexier to you. Yeah, you would definitely be asking that again.
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where my crazy ppl at ? lots of luv from ayïnaaaaa
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icedemon1314 · 3 days ago
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Posttimeskip/Canon!Bakugo Katsuki NSFW Alphabet
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(((Black girlfriend reader mentioned a few times, if you are not black or a girl you can obviously ignore it.)))
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
You were his first everything so with that you wanted to teach him just a few things like aftercare. However, Bakugo already had to down to a science. He didn’t like sleeping in sweat and cum so he’d offer you to take a shower while he puts new sheets on the bed and he joins you a little later. He noticed how thirsty you get after so he’d bring a water bottle and some juice/tea, maybe even a sweet snack if you don’t fall asleep too soon. A lot of this stuff was common sense except the cuddle part. It’s not like he didn’t want to hold you after it was just awkward for him. He just had you cross eye’d and crying on his dick now you him to be held and babied? But after some reassurance that you definitely do and you also wanted to make sure if you did good. “Of course you did dumbass you always do.” Is what he could huff out hearing such nonsense.
Post nut clarity Bakugo is softer, more touchier somehow and quiet. He’d much rather hear your yapping and he just responds with “Yeah.” “Of course” “No. dumbass” with a lot of kissing in between of course
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Yeah we all know he loves ass. He does, shamelessly so, smacking it while eating you out, smacking it when your back is faced him, patting it while you lay on his lap . But he loves your lips just as much. They’re like pillows, bouncy, and incredibly soft. It’s like a sweet flavor as well knowing you always have different types of lipgloss to wear.
I don’t think he is very particular of any part of his body, but since dating you, you love to talk about his back and arms, the way you hug him from behind or grab onto his arm walking through a crowd. More importantly how you scratch his back when he’s inside you and claw his shoulders when he keeps overstimulating you. It’s become partial motivation to his workout now.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Bakugo actually practices safe sex 90% of the time. He isn’t prepared to have any children yet and he doesn’t want any scares so he does at least buy the ULTRA thin condoms. However. The day you finally let him w/o a condom for his birthday he almost came faster than usual which actually made him upset LMAOO.
“What the—F-FFUCK!”
“Y-Y’ok—“
“I AM!…just…fuck this feel good.”
So he will cum in you or on your ass, and smack it with his dick because he seems clean but he’s such a dirty bastard at heart.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He doesn’t keep many secrets from you but the few are really only justified. The first one was that when you both were making out for the first time you grinded against his semi hard dick and he let out a soft moan in your mouth. You never pointed it out but it sounded so hot and it almost threw him off because he never made that noise before. After that, for the next few months before you both finally had sex he thought of that feeling alone to get off when masturbating. Not his finest moment but he couldn’t help it.
He likes when you pull his hair but you only did it once and he’ll be damned if he asks you to do it again. Do it again
Another one would be when you and him were just talking and not having sex yet he used to only watch porn where the people looked similar to you. So he’d sometimes type up Asian guy x black girl or some shit. He was actually using it to mentally prepare himself for when he does fuck you and it’s something he isn’t ready to ever tell you because he knows getting sex advice from porn is absolutely terrible.
Speaking of getting prepared he also asked Kiri for some advice on how to eat you out. Bakugo used to watch a lot of oral sex videos and honestly he really was most nervous about that part, he’s aware he wasn’t the best kisser at first and the last thing he wanted to do was bite you or something so he simply asked his best friend that loss his virginity before him the question: “Where is the clit?”
He swore Kiri to secrecy to never speak of that conversation again after that.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
A virgin up until he dated you. Like I said you’re his first everything so teaching him was actually something you were expected to do, however his pride always got the best of him so when you corrected him he’d always get pissy.
“My clit is here—“
“I fucking know that.”
So instead of verbally telling him what to do you you showed him with your body, moaning louder when he hits or licks the right spot, praising him when he uses the right move. He caught onto this quick and by the time it was the 2nd round he was damn near perfect
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
A lot of people say backshots but I personally think Lotus and honorable mention is missionary Hear me out: Bakugo gives vanilla. He just does he doesn’t need all the special positions and ares to fuck he just wants you, him, and a comfortable surface preferably a bed or couch. He doesn’t want to be perceived as some sex freak or anything he is very simple when it comes to sex. Mostly because he’s so shy but won’t admit it.
The Lotus Position is something that actually overwhelms him in the best way possible. Your foreheads touching, your breast pushed up against his as he assist your push to keep grinding and bouncing against him, FUCK does he love the noises you make in his ear when you’re close too, biting him as you cum. He kisses you a lot too to swallow some of your sounds. How your hands creep onto his neck moaning his name. Plus he is squeezing your ass as you both move in sync. He loves it.
Missionary is almost a ties in because he feels he has the most control. Yeah he can be soft but he still loves to be in charge. He likes the intimacy that comes with these positions so best believe it’s a go to.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Unintentionally. He has always been so funny to you, but he likes it believe he is serious during sex. Yet you can’t help but giggle when he makes a comment about blaming you for making him get so close to cumming.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He has a visible happy trail. Doesn’t grow much so he never needs to trim it, he was going to cut it off the day after you had sex with him the first time and you were able to stop him. Bakugo wanted to make his pelvic area smooth for you because he was worried his hair was itchy to you, once you explained it felt good to feel it on your pussy when he fucked you he haven’t touched it since.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Well….he can try. You can tell when he tries but bless his heart he is so damn aggressive on accident. He once tried to give you a massage but his own sweat mixed with the oil cause his hand to slip so much to the point he got mad and pop a small explosion on your lower back.
You still have the small burn mark and laugh at it from time to time. He doesn’t laugh though he regrets it a lot.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He masturbates…often. He has for years and even after graduating high school he only did it every other day or week when he was really tense or couldn’t sleep. But ever since he got with you it stopped.
Because you do it for him.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He’d tell you he doesn’t have any. Which is half true.
He is pretty vanilla, BUT from the last few times you tried something new you noticed he enjoyed a couple things:
Overstimulation is always fun, he used to do it on accident. Now, it’s almost expected to happen after oral or penetrative sex. Something about that second orgasm really puts him in a whole ‘ other cloud 9 he can’t even explain. It’s the rarest times he’s ever selfish with you sexually.
Praise Kink 100000%. It’s so funny to see the frustrated look on his face of focusing to not cum when you’re in his ear telling him how amazing he is and how nobody else could make you feel this way. Gets him hard every time.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He does enjoy the bed, but he has a huge couch in his dorm, he ate you out a few times during a movie and it led to you on top riding him. It felt so cozy falling asleep after that now 90% of the movie nights y’all have in his dorm leads to something not so wholesome.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You.
Your reactions, your twitches, your moans, the way you say his name it all drives him more to keep going and practicing to get better for you. He absolutely loses his MIND the way you cry out for him too.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He will not ever do anything like humiliation or too much violence like slapping your face. He knows he can be abrasive as it is on accident and even the thought of going to far and harming you would possibly cause him to take a pause on sex no matter how much he loves it
I am 50/50 on somno. I believe he wants you alert to what he’s doing to you for his own peace of mind. But he wouldn’t be opposed to him waking up to YOU touching him.
He’s not a big fan of “daddy”, he won’t stop what he’s doing but he’d rather hear his name or “baby” or even a nickname you made out of his name.
You will not peg him. He is very sensitive about his ass.
No threesomes or anybody watching. Call him selfish, but your body is his in his mind so he’d prefer if nobody sees what you have only blessed him with.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
LOVES giving. Way more than he will admit, there has been days where he’d finish sparring with someone and to release the stress he had from Deku almost beating his ass again he came to your dorm and offered to lay between your thighs as you studied.
You didn’t get much studying done.
He’s improved on his skill too. However he’s constantly messy, it’s not just kitten licks with this man he sucks and fingers and even nibbles on you like he’ll never eat you again. It’s almost selfish.
He loves the feel of your pussy against his tongue, he doesn’t taste much. If you were to ask him what you taste like he would say nothing, really but the warm, slimy slick just does something to him. If he could he’d eat you for hours
Now that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love seeing you gag and swallow his dick absolutely not. When you both started getting more physical you actually sucked his dick quite often (since he was afraid to eat you out at the time) he would actually anticipate on it whenever you both were alone so he’d keep his sweats incredibly low to his waist on purpose
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Bakugo an intense guy so he starts off slow and his touches gradually turn more focused towards your reactions. He’s consistently looking into your eyes with every noise you make, each thrust is deep and nearly knocks the wind out of you. It’s not until he’s close he begins to chase that high, breathing into your mouth, circling your clit w his fingers, and going faster with slightly shallow thrusts.
He’s a big kisser btw so be prepared for little to no air because if he’s not kissing your low lips he’s kissing your upper lips with each thrust swallowing your cries
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Hates em.
The idea is always fun to him but when he realizes he has to stop right when he’s getting started he hates it. He wants to take his time. He probably enjoys foreplay the most which is why he can’t stand having to make it short.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Bakugo is pretty stubborn and doesn’t like too much change but if you’re willing to reassure him about what you want he may consider. It can’t be any of the no though.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Man can last a while. He can even if he’s sensitive, but he can last EVEN LONGER in between breaks. Just as long as you cock warm him. An average night of sex with him is usually 30-35 minutes, but including foreplay is actually an all day thing. Foreplay can start from the moment you wake up and he’s kissing you good morning all the way to that evening when you both are showering together and his fingers are creeping between your thighs
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Doesn’t understand toys but if you’re willing pick like a vibrator he wouldn’t mind it. You just can’t use it too much, he has read those things can fuck up your sensitivity and he’ll be DAMNED if he loses to a TOY
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Bakugo actually wasn’t that much of a teaser until you brought it out of him. When he went down on your once he kept kissing and biting your thighs for WAY too long that you began to whine his name. Once he heard that pretty little “please” slip through your tongue something just snapped. He loves to hear you beg now so occasionally he’ll edge you or tease you a bit before giving you what you want.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s not that loud. A few mumbles of your name and a couple groans is the most you’ll get because he wants to hear you more. When he’s close he’ll begin to say a few “cum with me” “cum for me’s” which is so hot to hear since his voice breaks when he’s cumming
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He learned sign language through out the years after finding out his hearing was becoming worse and he taught you as well. Now you both communicate in public through SL, and a few times he said the nastiest shit to you across the room during a lecture.
Bonus: He’s a big Pokémon nerd. Loves Gengar, Charizard, and Growlithe.
Bonus two: He has a secret tattoo he got when he turned 21
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Bakugo is a more length than girth guy. He’s a shower and cut. About 7.8ish inches and it curves to the left. He also had a beauty mark on the left side of his shaft and pelvic area.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Y’all have sex about 4-5 times a week. If yall miss a week spike it up to 6 because he needs to release some stress
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
You fall asleep before him so after taking care of you and cleaning you up he usually waits until you’re sleep and follows suit. Sometimes when you’re still yapping and he’s ready to go to bed he’ll gently fan your eyelids to close with his fingers. Somehow it works everytime and you slowly stop talking a dm cuddle in his chest.
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I believe one of Katsuki Bakugo his love languages is quality time.
No need to speak, no need to fill the quiet air with unnecessary noise of a show or movie, but just you and him in his dorm with the ambiance of soft classical or lofi playing in the back. He’s tinkering with his Gauntlets to upgrade them in the middle of the floor , and you’re laid on his bed playing your switch .
Bakugo would actually scold you for having your legs up on his clean wall , carelessly moving your feet back and fourth, but he couldn’t spit it out. You looked pretty cozy on his bed.
“Where y’going?” His gruff voice startles you a bit making you pause at the door.
You look back at him and see his eyes already on yours, he looked laxed with the nail resting in the corner of his mouth,
“‘Ganna grab some drinks. I’m kinda hungry too—“
“I already ordered something it’s 3 minutes away.” He huffs going back to screwing in the tool to his gauntlet. You nodded in appreciation, he always had a 6th sense of knowing when you needed or wanted something, and even though he’s been doing it for years you still can’t help but to be a little shocked by the action.
“Thank you.” You managed to say before bakugo could reply you were already out the door to the kitchen. You stalled sometime finding you both some ice and beverages to pick up the food from the delivery man and headed back.
When you came back to Bakugo’s dorm with food and drinks he had a big towel laid out on the floor where he previously was sitting and was standing in front of the TV to find your favorite show on Hulu, “Is the food all there?”
You nod, you knew Bakugo was the type to refuse food if his order was even a smidge wrong. Realistically he’d cook for you both, but today he has been on a deadline to finish his upgrades and honestly he would rather spend his dinner with just you instead of 20 other people bothering him.
It was nights like these that were his favorite: laid together, stealing each others food, watching a show, and just silently comfortable.
With you.
His girlfriend.
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icedemon1314 · 4 days ago
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— emergency contact
it’s been two years since you’ve seen your ex-boyfriend, and didn’t plan on changing that anytime soon. a nasty villain fight lands you in the hospital during an overnight patrol and leaves you unable to tell the doctors who to call in your dazed state.
✮ content. late 20s. ex-boyfriend bakugo, hospitalization, sappy confessions & second chances. distance makes the heart grow fonder kind of deal.
『 #reis softie sundays 』
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Sharp, shooting pain down your back and a desperate cry from your partner ⎯ that was the only thing you remember from the last…four hours? Time is becoming illusive at this point, blending together with how fast everything unraveled around you.
Were you injured on patrol? Did that villain slip through your fingers and escape? Where was your partner in all this chaos?
“Doctor, she’s waking up,” you hear in the distance, muffled but clear enough to understand. A nurse walks into your blurred vision, a soft smile on her lips. “Hi hon, you’re in the hospital. We’re taking you to your room now, hang tight.”
All you can manage to do is nod in acknowledgement, the world spinning on its axis and making you extremely dizzy. Your eyes fall closed, a hazy sleep welcoming you in seconds.
When you wake next, you're not quite sure how much time has passed. The room sits in darkness, the only sources of light coming from the moon outside the window and the various machines chirping around you. There's a static in your head, as if you're stuck on a radio frequency that hasn't been adjusted to the correct channel. Even with all the noise in your head, a familiar voice can be heard outside in the hallway, one you'd never mistake for anyone else.
"It's late," a nurse says, presumably trying to convince him to go home. "Are you sure you want to stay? We can try her other contacts again in a few hours."
"M'sure. Do I need'ta sign in or whatever?"
"No, that's alright. I'll notate it on her chart and let the front desk know. I'll be back in a bit and we can talk more about treatment."
The door slides open to prove you're not imagining things ⎯ your ex isn't a manifestation of your delirious state. Bakugo's standing in the dim light of the hallway, tip toeing inside and shutting the door as quietly as possible. When his eyes fall upon your hospital bed, he notices that you're awake and sighs. "Been awhile."
You don't have the energy to do this dance with him, to go back and forth with lightheartedness like old times. "Why are you here?"
His lips press into a straight line, jaw clenched tight as he seems to silently ask himself the same question. He makes his way over to the bed, taking a seat at the edge by your feet. "I'm still one of your emergency contacts in your hero file."
Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. There's no way you haven't updated your database profile in two years...right? Bakugo catches onto your confusion and explains before you have a chance to press him further on the matter. "M'the only one who answered."
What time was it, anyways? Your eyes bounce around the room swiftly to find a wall clock. You squint a bit to read it, finally making out the numbers. 4:30...am?
"What did they call you for?" you yawn, rubbing the exhaustion out of your eyes. "I don't even know what happened."
He takes a deep breath as a large hand finds your thigh, resting atop the thin blanket. His touch makes you want to melt into a puddle, memories of your past relationship coming back in waves.
"They didn't tell me much, only that it was life or death. Thankfully, your ass chose life." He shakes his head, a quiet huff escaping him. "Somethin' about a villain's poison quirk. Ya got hit in the spine and it paralyzed you temporarily, an' you fell from someplace high up. Your partner caught ya and the paramedics got to you just in time."
Oh. Well, that explains the pain from earlier.
"But why did you answer their call, Baku⎯" you cut yourself off to correct his name as it leaves your lips. "Katsuki?"
"I'm not heartless, just 'cause we haven't talked in ages doesn't mean I don't care about ya."
You shift in your bed a bit, eyes gravitating toward the window to avoid his gaze. Truth be told, you two ended on decent terms and not maliciously. Wrong place, wrong time...at least, that's what you two chalked it up to. You were both too busy with hero work, too absent from each other's lives to properly be a couple. After a year, you convinced yourself that you were satisfied watching him from afar, catching brief glimpses of his life through interviews and news reports. That was your excuse, a cowardly way to keep him out of reach and prevent you, and him, from getting distracted.
"Hey." Bakugo's fingers squeeze your thigh to recollect your attention, the blanket crumpling under his palm. You're terrified to look at him, knowing full well that in your battered state, you'll crumble like stone if he says anything remotely sweet. Those vermillion eyes of his always had a way of making you weak ⎯ soft. "I was thinkin' on my way over here that I should'a called ya, reached out to keep in touch. M'sorry for not doin' that."
"It's...fine," you stammer out, a shaky hand coming up to wave off his concern. "We don't have to talk about that now."
"I don't wanna only talk to you when you're hurt, or worse..." he trails off, screwing his eyes shut to avoid the dread lingering in his chest. "Look. What m'gettin' at is you scared the shit outta me, and it made me realize that I've got a lot to say after all these years."
Oh boy, you brace yourself for impact, expecting the explosive nature to come pouring out any second. But, it never comes.
Before you could stop him, Bakugo's on his feet and leaning over the bed, arms slung around your shoulders to pull you close. A strange but familiar veil of comfort drapes over you in the moment, pulling on your heartstrings. Your eyes begin to sting when the words he whispers finally reach your ears. "M'done usin' hero work as an excuse to avoid you. I wanna talk this shit out...when you're ready. I'd love to make ya dinner again."
You can't help but let out a breathless laugh, arms finally coming up to return his hug. "Only if you promise to make your special katsudon. I've been craving it for weeks."
He chuckles over your shoulder, squeezing you a bit tighter in response. "Deal."
Who knew that a villain was what you two needed to face your fears, to finally admit that the spark was never smothered into nothingness. And this time, something tells you that you'll both make damn sure it stays ablaze.
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Kissing a Princess's Hand
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♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Pairing: Knight!Bakugou x Princess!Reader ♡ Tags: Medieval AU
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As royalty, it was custom for those of lower status to kiss a princess’s hand during ceremonies.
Your prized knight Bakugou never followed these customs for any princess except for you. When you first reached out your hand to him, you weren’t expecting much. But Bakugou still kissed your hand without the same protest and rejection he gave every other princess. 
Bakugou did this diligently for months, while often glaring or snapping at the other men who kissed your hand. You didn’t need a 24-hour guard dog for something so minor, but you got one free of charge.
You didn’t fully understand how his overprotective actions made you feel, and your heart was tired of his antics. Bakugou’s irritation with these other men only grew as time passed, making the both of you increasingly antsy anytime another ceremony was announced. Bakugou kept steering you away from these men after the customs were completed, making sure nobody could plant any more kisses on you and that he would no longer be shamed for refusing to kiss anyone else. One day a ceremony really managed to get under Bakugou’s skin, and after the event Bakugou tore you away from the scene to his private quarters.
“Just wanted to practice more kissing,” Bakugou said, taking your hand in his. “Can’t risk messing anything up during the next ceremony, now can we? And all the ones after that…”
Bakugou possessively kissed his way up your arm. Giggles erupted from you as his kisses reached your neck. 
Although knights were forbidden from kissing the lady they served, Bakugou’s lips hovered dangerously close to yours. His eyes repeatedly flickered to your lips, but he couldn’t cross the gap.
You wrapped your arms around his stiff neck. “I’m going to teach you what the normal customs never taught me.”
On that night, Bakugou became the first and only member of the knight guard to share many real kisses with their esteemed princess.
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࿐ part one of my kinktober series! Hoshina’s version can be found here! enjoy little bats!
࿐ master list link ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⋆ FEM READER ⋆
⋆ ⬪ KINKS INCLUDED ࿐ knotting, breeding, scent kink, biting/marking, fighting as foreplay, a/b/o dynamics, praise kink, mentions of blood, mentions of reader becoming pregnant.
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┊ ༝ ᭝ ༝ short summary ༝ ᭝ ༝ ┊ ‣ ‣ ‣ ‣ You’ve danced around each other since you were kids. It didn’t start as something romantic, no, it only developed into something more when you turned into teenagers. Once you both reached 21, it’s no secret who you’re deliriously hoping will pin you down during your first, and only, mating run.
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You were six the first time you heard Katsuki. Yes heard, not met.
You vividly recall how purple and blue chalk had stained your knees. That it had dusted the fraying hem of your jean shorts like snow as you scribbled pictures as fast as your chubby hands would allow. The concrete of your driveway was filled with your imagination when their car pulled into the house across the street.
Your ears had twitched and perked up when a car door slammed shut. But it was the furious shouting and growling of a small boy that captured the entirety of your attention. An answering warning snarl radiated from the woman standing before him and that piqued your interest even further.
You took a break from, what you would call your masterpiece, and tilted your head to the side as you spotted a young blonde boy with gravity defying spiky hair, close to you in age, stomping his foot, baring tiny canines, and pointing furiously at who you assumed was his mother. After all, he did look like the miniature version of her and her face was pinched with the same anger that he displayed.
You studied them curiously as they screamed at each other when a man with the same crazy hair stepped in between them to calm the situation. You startled suddenly, chalk slipping from your fingers when your mom called your name, and causing the blonde’s scowl to turn your direction instead. Unsure of what else to do, you raised your chalk covered hand and waved tentatively, a shy smile curling your lips and showing off your own premature fangs.
His frown rooted even deeper into his expression in response. Your sharp vision had allowed you to watch as his cheeks turned pink and splotchy from the unexpected attention you gave him. You grinned a bit wider and he abruptly raised his tiny hand to flip you off before spinning and storming towards his front door. His mother had choked on her next breath and screeched “Katsuki you little shit! Don’t you have any manners?!”
His rude behavior should’ve offended you, but instead it made you laugh so hard that your little belly started to cramp and your own face burned with delight. Safe to say you were, for lack of a better word, excited to get to know the new wolf that just moved in.
When your parents introduced you later on, you became fast friends. As brash and nasty as his attitude was, you were able to see the kinder side of him on occasion. You also couldn’t deny that he was unfairly entertaining, even on his worst days.
You both shared similar interests, and he was so cool in your eyes that you were more enamored with him than the sticky mud you both used to make pies with after it rained. Not to mention he always smelled of caramel, which you loved. It reminded you of the first bite of freezing vanilla ice cream with warm caramel syrup drizzled on top.
As you got a bit older, you were allowed to start shifting together. As wolves you’d explore the dense forest behind your home every weekend when the moon was high in the sky. You’d wrestle, playfully chasing and hunting rabbits until your paws hurt. Then you’d take a dip in the chilly creek until your fur hung heavy and was soaked through to the bone. They were, without a doubt, the best moments of your young life.
Reaching your teen years, however, was….different. Your parents took great care and time to teach you about your secondary dynamic. About alphas, betas, omegas, how they all related to one another. About heats and ruts and mates. It was overwhelming at first, but it did help you make sense of the rapidly evolving feelings you were harboring for your best friend. Nevertheless, you continued to take on life side by side with Katsuki.
When you were 16, you presented as an omega. Katsuki was an alpha, and truly you couldn’t even be surprised by the news. What you weren’t expecting was just how intense your feelings got for him after that, how much more powerful and attractive his scent had turned. You were aware you were in love with him by that point, but once you both presented Katsuki wouldn’t leave your side for a single second.
And then late one night he snuck into your bedroom through the window and confessed his feelings with a bright, rare blush of embarrassment on his face and kissed you until you couldn’t breathe. You’d been together ever since. That was five years ago, give or take.
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Mating runs are traditional for werewolves in your small home town. Once you reach 21, you’re able to participate in one to officially become part of a mated pair. It could be with someone who you’ve only just met, someone from a long term relationship, or anyone in between.
Four times a year, during a full moon, the mating run takes place. It begins in the clearing at the edge of the forest just outside your town and ends at sunrise or once you’ve been pinned down and knotted by your chosen mate. The omegas take off first, then the alphas shortly after.
The heart pumping thrill of being hunted is what pushes you at a breakneck pace now. The bite of autumn wind whips through your fur, but it’s lost to the heat of adrenaline. You dig your claws into the earth each time your paws make contact to send yourself full throttle even further into the forest. You made sure Katsuki was aware you wouldn’t let him catch you so easily.
Seeing in the dark is an advantage, allowing you to dodge trees and jump over obstacles. The muscles in your hind legs clench and propel you over a decent sized log, which inadvertently lands you in a small creek. You create a decent splash on impact and pause only for a moment to get a much needed drink when a set of thundering paws echoes in the distance.
You huff irritably. You stopped for only few seconds, how the hell has Katsuki caught up to you already? You should’ve known better than to assume you could rest at all. Once more you begin sprinting in the opposite direction of your soon to be mate.
Your pulse skyrockets and a yip of excitement escapes you before you manage to reign it in. Katsuki’s answering excited howl sends a shiver down your spine. Now, you’re able to catch stronger whiffs of singed caramel as he closes in. His scent only tinges burnt when he’s riled up.
You burst through a line of trees, skidding to a halt and kicking up dirt in a small field. You whip around to wait for him, panting harshly to catch your breath. Sure enough, within seconds, a huge sandy colored wolf explodes into the clearing, slowing to a trot and halting about 15 feet away.
Tail wagging vigorously, you press your front half to the forest floor, snarling playfully and snapping your jaws in invitation. You’re ready to fight. Katsuki huffs in a way that mimics amused laughter and answers you with a deep rumble of his own, mirroring your position. You pretend you’re about pounce, but fake him out by twisting and taking off like a shot.
You only cover a pathetic few feet of ground when a bag of bricks hits your side, tackling you into the dirt with no mercy. The air’s knocked from your lungs when you land, and the two of you begin to roll as you try to end up on top. Katsuki snaps his teeth too close to your ear for comfort and you sneak your hind paws underneath to kick violently at his belly.
The push knocks his balance off center and you take advantage of the slight window to slip out from underneath him. Standing, you shake out your fur but then razor blade teeth close on your back leg and yank until you fall to the floor. A startled yelp rings free and you twist to the best of your ability to try and rip a chunk out of Katsuki’s fluffy ear.
Katsuki’s chest rumbles teasingly, dodging your retaliation, and spicy warm caramel floods your nose. Your furious growling tapers off into a whine the more the air fills with his scent. You tug your leg petulantly, but a warning snarl from Katsuki has you sinking into the forest floor in defeat.
Katsuki yips happily and releases you, allowing you to roll over and show him your belly as a sign that he’s caught you and of your trust in him. The ash blonde wolf shifts to hover over you and bends to gently to place his jaws around your throat, applying just enough pressure to spike your heart rate.
With practiced ease and only a minimal amount of pain, you shift until your fur is replaced by bare skin, damp grass tickling your back. Katsuki releases his hold and stares down at you, ruby eyes shining. Your lips curve into a smile and you reach up to pet the soft fur on his head and nose. Your mate licks your hand once, causing you to laugh, before joining you seconds later.
He rests his hands by your head instead of paws and straddles your naked waist. His cock is already partially filled out and resting on your stomach when he smirks down at you, an air of infuriating arrogance surrounding him.
“Thought you were gonna make it difficult for me to catch you,” he teases with a husky tone, leaning down to mouth at the scent gland under your jaw. “You taste so fuckin’ good baby, I’m gonna to eat you alive.”
The noise Katsuki makes stands at the edge of a whine when he drags his tongue over your pulse point, dick twitching with interest. You moan softly, fingers threading through thick golden hair, and you bend your neck to expose even more skin to him.
“Yeah,” you breathe, pride welling up in your chest as your eyes flutter shut. “I knew you’d catch me Katsuki. You’re the strongest alpha after all, and you’re mine.”
Katsuki’s chest vibrates with approval, nipping harshly and sucking a mark into the hollow of your throat. It aches dully and you squeeze your thighs together, a feverish heat starting to consume you wholly.
“Such a pretty girl, sweet fuckin’ omega, all for me yeah?”
“Forever Katsuki,” you confirm. “I’m your omega, your mate until we die. So claim me the way we both want, please.” You tug desperately at his hair until his mouth is a hair’s width away from yours, gaze half lidded and starving.
It takes absolutely nothing else to bring the two of you into a sloppy, heated kiss. Your pussy clenches when one of his hands sneaks down to grab a handful of your tit, squeezing and pinching your nipple.
Your lips part and Katsuki eagerly pushes his warm tongue into your mouth. The rhythmic, slick glide has your lower half weeping for his attention. A molten type of heat burns low in your gut and your inner thighs have gone slippery as your mate works you up to an unbearable degree.
You suck on Katsuki’s tongue and his breath hitches before he releases it as a breathy moan, cock fully swollen and throbbing repeatedly. You squirm under him impatiently, noticing the precum gathering near your bellybutton. You trap the tip of his tongue between your teeth and bite mischievously.
He pulls back to glare halfheartedly at you, and the look on his face is blazing, pupils wildly dilated and cheeks flushed beyond compare. You can tell he wants to devour you and you need it just as badly. He chews his bottom lip, gaze trailing over your tits and flickering back to your face as your own cheeks burst into flames. Your blush is so violent it burns your eyes.
Katsuki starts shifting backwards until he can get between your thighs, brushing his lips down your sternum and sucking briefly on your nipple.
“I’m gonna eat this fuckin’ pussy, okay sweetheart?” He noses at your hip bone, stopping to inhale deeply at the crease of your thigh, groaning as his eyes shut. “Then I’m gonna knot you and you’re not fuckin’ leavin’ until you’re full with my pups, you hear me?” He asks hotly.
Your head tilts to the sky with a whine, something like electricity running through your blood. You fist his hair and pull restlessly. “Jesus Katsuki, stop fucking talking and do it.”
Katsuki laughs, voice full of amusement. “You’re lucky I like when you’re bitchy.”
He doesn’t waste another moment, parting the soft lips of your pussy by dragging his tongue upwards until he can circle your clit a few times. The next lick has you fighting for air, muscles jumping as your skull digs into the surface below. He repeats the action multiple times and then places the flat of his tongue on your swollen clit, shifting his head side to side.
The cry of his name gets stuck in your chest when sucks on your clit for the first time, the rolling wave of pleasure branching from your pelvis outwards. You can’t take much more, the animalistic instinct in the back of your mind making it seem as if you’ll die if you don’t take his knot soon.
You push at his forehead, asking for his attention. “Katsuki, c’mon, knot me already,” you plead to no avail. He pulls away by an inch and grins coyly at you.
“Nah, you’re cummin’ like this because I’m telling you to. Then I’ll knot ya, ya spoiled little princess.”
“At least use your fingers then!”
“Hell no! You’re not cummin’ with anything inside you unless it’s my cock.”
Releasing his hair, you push up to your elbows and pout to help persuade your case, but he doesn’t pay you any mind. Katsuki sinks his nails into your inner thighs and your brain fills with cotton when his tongue returns to play with your clit. His heavy lidded stare makes you shiver and the way he eats you out is so obscene you can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut when you cum.
Katsuki lets his tongue spread you open and lazily gather every drop of your orgasm until his spit is all that remains. He raises up to sit on his heels, and the moonlight highlights the way his chin shines because of you. An intense pulse of affection accompanies the thought of how breathtaking your mate really is.
Katsuki smoothes his palms up your thighs, over your belly and trails them up your rib cage before coming back down to squeeze your hips. You shift to sit up and lean in to brush your lips gingerly with his and then Katsuki presses back into it even harder. Demanding fingers grip your jaw and break your kiss. Katsuki peers at you, smirking and rubbing a thumb over your jawline.
“Turn over,” he murmurs, tone smooth like whiskey. A thrill races through you at the command and in the blink of an eye your cheek is squished into the grass, elbows resting by your head, and your ass is high in the air, presenting for him like you’ve wanted to all. damn. night.
The thick, blunt tip of Katsuki’s cock nudges against you, but he doesn’t allow it to catch. You jolt in surprise when he slides over your the rim of your ass instead, toes curling with anticipation.
You whine loudly in protest and Katsuki croons softly to you, relaxing some of your tense muscles. He lets out a deep rumble of approval and places a hand on your tailbone to guide your hips backwards. You’re panting when he finally slides halfway in, moaning in relief from the stretch.
“Katsuki.”
He hums distractedly, holding tight to your hips and rocking his hips shallowly until his cocks fit snug inside, balls pressed against you.
“I love you,” you manage to say, breath catching in your throat when he pulls his hips back and then thrusts back in fluidly.
“I love you, more than anything,” Katsuki promises, tone so sincere you have to shut your eyes in the face of it. He knocks your knees further apart, curling over your back and searches for your hands. His long fingers lace through yours and your spine curves even deeper as he pins you in place.
There’s not much talking after that. You’re too focused on the delicious drag of his cock in and out of your pussy, carving out a space made just for him. He fits inside you perfectly and goosebumps litter your skin each time he makes you remember. Sweat beads swiftly in the valley of your breasts and dirt paints your cheek as you rock with each of Katsuki’s deliberate thrusts.
You scent must be suffocating him because he’s sniffing the back of your neck and whining every other breath. It’s all the same to you because you’re drowning in caramel and the sound of your mate’s hips bouncing frantically off your ass is quite literally the loudest noise surrounding you.
Your gut clenches tight, tight, tight and you’re so close you can’t fucking stand it.
“You’re gonna make me cum! Knot me Katsuki, please!” You manage to untangle one of your hands and reach backwards to push at his stomach, the muscles straining and rolling under your touch.
He moves with you easily and snickers in your ear. Warm breath tickles your nape and your gums start to ache, the omegan urge to tear into his neck and claim him mercilessly grows stronger by the second.
“Yeah? Think your pretty little pussy is ready for my knot sweetheart?” Katsuki huffs between words and then out of nowhere he’s unsticking himself from your back and settling on his calves, cocking slipping free. You’re furious, glaring at him over your shoulder and curling your lip into a snarl.
“What the hell Katsuki!” You whip around to face him fully and shove at his chest. Katsuki rolls his eyes and snags your wrist, yanking you forward so you have to catch yourself on his shoulders. He grabs your waist and forces you to walk on your knees until you’re hovering over his lap.
“I’ve been waitin’ for this fuckin’ moment my entire life. There’s no way in hell I’m knottin’ you without being able to see the sweet expressions you’re gonna make.”
Your eyes widen and your lips part slightly, but before you can answer he’s applying pressure to your hips and helping you sink back down onto his still stiff dick. You moan his name, pressing your sweaty forehead to his and huffing hotly against his mouth.
True to his words, his knot’s begun to swell. It presses against your pussy, begging to pop inside each time you sit down. You ride him roughly, nails sharpening into claws without your permission and breaking the skin on your mates shoulders. Katsuki inhales sharply and howls briefly in excitement.
His canines start to stretch even longer and, with a burst of caramel scent so thick you can taste it, he bullies you down onto his knot. It burns, but the coil that’s been building steadily in your gut breaks then, flooding your limbs with heat.
You all but sob as you cum, claws carving into the base of his skull as he surges forward and sinks his teeth into the mating gland at the junction of your neck and shoulder. Your wail is earsplitting when Katsuki digs those razor like teeth in even harder. His cock throbs, filling you with hot, sticky cum. It rips another orgasm out of you, pussy absolutely choking his knot.
“Katsuki let go!” You’re thrashing, speaking through gritted teeth. “I need to bite you, please!” Your voice is hoarse and wrecked, rising anxiously as you struggle to get free. His scent is so potent it’s making you dizzy.
Your mate groans lowly, finally unhinging his jaw with a heavy purr rattling throughout his chest and tightly grips the base of your neck. Blood trickles down his chin and he shoves your face into his throat, unable to give a single fuck about anything else but being claimed by you.
“Bite me, omega. Make me your mate.”
You moan deliriously, eyes stinging with relief as your teeth cut through his skin like butter and pierce his mating glad, a metallic and overwhelmingly caramel taste floods your mouth.
Katsuki’s cock kicks yet again and he growls hotly, locking his arms around your waist to still your squirming. The muscle in your jaw flexes, allowing your teeth to sink in deeper and his growl abruptly cuts off into a high pitched whimper.
Your mate’s chest heaves from the toll your bite is taking, and you release your jaw unhurriedly to draw it out for as long as he’ll allow. You lick over the wound a few times to help cease the blood flow and Katsuki shivers. Gingerly he shifts your arms up to wrap around his neck and he instructs you to hang on.
He delicately lowers the two of you to the ground, resting on his back so his chest becomes a cushion for your exhausted body while you wait for his knot to go down.
“That’s right, such a good girl. You take my knot so fuckin’ well, you’re incredible. You look stunning with my bite,” Katsuki praises, chest rumbling gently. The soothing sensation of it starts to make you drowsy. He rubs your back lazily as he speaks and you both start to come down from the high.
You purr delightedly, unable to resist teasing him even as your eyes get droopy. Your heart’s complete now. “You look even more gorgeous with my bite, Katsuki.”
He scoffs, pinching your hip playfully, and you purposefully clench around his knot in response. It rips a startled gasp from him and you giggle.
“I have a fuckin’ tease for a mate,” he sulks, letting his head thump onto the dirt floor below. You sound unbearably smug when you reply.
“Yeah well, you better get used to it baby. You’re stuck with me forever now, whether you want to or not.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I wouldn’t want any other omega in the fuckin’ world anyways, idiot.”
About a month later, when you tell Katsuki you’re pregnant, the corners of his eyes crinkle as he grins proudly, saying “told ya you weren’t leaving that clearing until you were knocked up with my pups.”
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icedemon1314 · 5 days ago
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𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 ;; 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈
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✧ cw :: gn!reader, fluff, you're on bkg's lap, he lifts you briefly (no comment on weight), he calls you pretty <3
✧ a/n :: if i'm being honest, i'm posting this just bc. not too sure how to feel about it but hey !!
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"you almost done?" katsuki's question is let out softly, as though he would disturb your work in progress if he spoke louder. besides the odd flutter here and there, he managed to keep his eyelids shut completely, long enough for you to have finished that part of the look.
all it took was a warm and lazy saturday to come up with the idea of testing your eyeliner skills with different looks on your boyfriend. katsuki agreed, on the condition that you were seated on his lap— and that you wouldn't doodle anything else on his face in liquid liner.
not like you were planning to, anyway.
"somewhat. you can open your eyes now, kats."
a set of pretty red eyes find themselves looking up at you the moment you give your permission. katsuki watches the warm afternoon light come into his bedroom and touch the curves of your smile and eyes just right, and he can't help the way his lips pull into a soft grin at the sight.
"hi, handsome," you breathe, your heart kicking up with giddiness over how focused he was on the sight of you. you're half-tempted to avert your gaze and lose the eye contact you're holding; it's unfair how he still makes you feel like you did before you started dating, excited over every small interaction.
bakugou's hands are snug against your thighs as his thumbs brush gently against them— you belong right here, so close to him with no intentions of parting anytime soon. his minor movements mimic the strokes of black against his skin, framing those beautiful irises.
"you look good like this." he murmurs, voice low as he runs his hands up and down your thighs. "so pretty. should be doing this every damn day."
"kats," you chuckle. "as hot as that grin is, i can't work because the skin around your eyes is creasing."
without another thought, katsuki slides his hands to the underside of your thighs and manages to lift you slightly to pull you even closer to him, somewhat higher onto his lap. a small gasp leaves your mouth before it is replaced with an equally small laugh.
"there, you can see closer. does that solve your problem?" it doesn't and he knows this; that explains the cheeky grin taking over his beautiful features. there's a faint glow against bakugou's skin, the healthy glow that settles into him when it's just you two and he wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
even his eyes are gleaming at you.
"dork." you tease, cupping the side of his face with your free hand. katsuki feels the warm admiration gracing his cheek where you caress it, and he hopes you can feel the same admiration he's painting onto your thighs with the pads of his thumbs.
who knew such rough hands could be so gentle?
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✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3
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╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ✸ .ᐟ: Your son storms into your room crying that his mouth hurts, and after careful inspection, you realize he ate Katsuki's spicy chips, the chips he wasn't supposed to buy in the first place. With your daughter as a witness, and you as the judge, the matter is discussed in the proper way - through a family meeting.
✸ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Pro Hero! Bakugou, Aaaalmost cursing, you can Katsuki have two kids, a 6 year old son and a 4 year old daughter, you and Katsuki are married, f!reader, fluffy, crack, your kids call you mama, Katsuki calls you baby, f!reader
✸ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: ✸
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"Mama!" you hear a cry ring out, and you groan, setting down your book as you rush to the living room, seeing what the hell happened this early in the morning.
"What's wrong baby?" You call out, worriedly, only to find your son chugging down glasses of water with tears streaming down his tiny face.
Frowning, you take the glass of water away from his reluctant hands, wiping the tears off his face. He opens his mouth to talk, but you're hit with the smell of...chili peppers? Not just any chili peppers, but it's a strong smell that you would know from anywhere. Asking your son to open his mouth, your suspicions are confirmed as his tongue is bright red, the same color that Katsuki's tongue becomes whenever he eats those spicy chips of his.
The spicy chips you specifically told him not to buy just the other day.
Whiiiich is how you got here.
"I now call this meeting to order." You say, banging a wooden spoon against a stack of books.
Your son had decided to call your husband to "court" despite not fully knowing what court is, you obliged, acting as the judge as your husband and son sat across from each other, with matching glares directed at each other.
Clearing your throat, you adjust the little girl in your lap, your 4 year old daughter insisting that she be present.
"Katsuki. Did you or did you not, buy the chips that I specifically told you not to buy." You say, and your husband's red eyes dart away from you, drilling into the floor as he runs a large hand through his spiky hair.
"Baby-"
"Answer the question."
"Fine geez, yes, but the brat shouldn't have been in our f- bedroom in the first place."
You were just about to chastise Katsuki for buying the chips behind your back, but the new piece of information brings an interesting point, watching as your son's smug grin melts away into a sheepish expression.
You raise an eyebrow. "Honey, why were you in our bedroom? In the middle of the night?"
Your son pouts. "I wasn't in your bedroom, mama! Promise!"
Like you, your son is terrible at lying.
"Yes he was! He said he wanted to play with Daddy's boom boom cannons." your daughter chirps, and oh if looks could kill, she would be deceased by the way your son was glaring at her.
Katsuki frowns. "For the last time, they're not called 'boom boom cannons', they're called-"
"You know you're not supposed to touch Daddy's boom boom cannons, honey." You cut in, giving a pointed stare at your son.
His small face falls at your words, and he looks ashamed. "M'sorry mama...I just wanted to be cool like Daddy..."
Your eyes soften and Katsuki's annoyed face melts, taking your son's smaller hand into yours.
"I know baby, Daddy is really cool, but with being a Pro Hero comes a lot of responsibility right?" Your son nods, absorbing your words. "And with that responsibility, Daddy has to deal with a lot of dangerous stuff for work...things that aren't safe for little kids, okay? We just don't want you to get hurt."
Your son nods, crawling over to you to snuggle into your side, your daughter curling up against you.
"M'sorry mama.."
You smile softly, and kiss the top of his head. "I know baby...no more sneaking around?"
"No more sneaking around."
Katsuki watches your kids snuggle up against you, and he feels as if he's fallen in love with you all over again, moving closer to wrap his arms around the three of you, only for you to stop him with a glare.
"Don't think this means you're off the hook, Katsuki."
He groans. "C'mon baby-"
"Oooo Daddy's in troubleeee~"
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A/N: Any kids you have with Katsuki are for sure the biggest menaces to ever exist LMAO
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