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🥹🥹🥹 my sweet baby

— megumi fushiguro x f! reader | shikigami kisses

Megumi summons his shikigami to get “exercise”, only for them to return to him covered in red lipstick marks.

TW: None

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When Megumi summons his shikigami, he likes to use the excuse that he’s letting them get exercise; when in reality, he’s just lonely.

The dorms become awfully quiet when the others are out on missions. Yuji’s usual obnoxious chattering and Nobara’s quips are absent, leaving the halls of the dormitory empty and silent. And then there was you. He missed your hugs, your kisses, how you’d rant to him about classes or how much a bag of chips costs in the vending machine. But he would never admit that because he’d never hear the end of it.

Megumi had been injured in a fight with a curse user a few days ago and has been put on bed rest ever since, leaving the other three to go off on a mission without him. The only thing that kept him company was his own shikigami.

Megumi’s green eyes rise from his phone screen when he realizes he can no longer feel the softness of their fur against his legs.

Megumi was greatly irritated. His shikigami had started to develop minds of their own lately, as if someone were coaxing them. He stood up from the comfort of the couch in the common room, setting off to search for his dogs until they both rounded the corner. He froze, confused, as he stared at the red marks that stained their fur.

“The hell…?” He lets out a gruff sound of disbelief, kneeling down in front of them.

His hand cups one of their snouts as he examines their fur closely. His white shikigami licks the tip of his finger, a red kiss mark placed right between his eyes. There were marks of affection plastered all over the dog’s face. Megumi wipes the kiss mask off with his sleeve, looking down as it stains his uniform. His black shikigami was sitting on the floor waiting patiently for it’s turn, tail wagging happily after receiving so much attention.

Megumi couldn’t help but think, ‘where have I seen this shade before?’

That’s when it clicked. It was a sunny day in the city when you dragged Megumi out to go shopping with you. He stood there for what felt like hours as you swatched lipsticks on his wrists. He remembered the look in your eyes when you finally found the perfect shade.

This shade.

But that could only mean you were back, right?

Before Megumi could turn the corner, the sound of overlapping voices echoed through the hall. Yuji and Nobara rounded the corner, laughing too loudly for the hour, and you trailed a few steps behind them. Gojo followed after, juggling three plastic takeout bags, unnecessarily kicking the door wide open.

The three of them made a beeline for the common room, settling around the table like they hadn’t just spent an entire day wrestling curses. But you hesitated. You looked around the room in search for your boyfriend. He didn’t miss the way your eyes lit up when they landed on him.

A rather large smile spread across your face as you walked over, sitting on the floor next to him. Your eyes closed peacefully as you hugged your boyfriend, breathing in his scent while resting your head on his shoulder.

“Sorry about the mess. They deserve love too.”

Megumi huffed, hugging you back while his divine dogs prodded at his arm with their noses, wanting more affection.

“And what about me? This all I get?”

You paused at his words before giggling happily. You leaned in. One kiss between his brows. Another at the corner of his mouth. A third near his jaw, and then a few more, quick and familiar. No hesitation. He didn’t stop you. Just sat there and let it happen, breath quiet, eyes half-lidded like his body hadn’t caught up to the fact that you were really here. Alive and safe after another deadly mission. When you finally settled beside him on the floor, his hand found yours easily.

He must’ve forgotten he had all of the kiss marks on his face because later, when he was washing his face to get ready for bed, he caught sight of himself in the reflection of the mirror. Red lipstick, same as the dogs. Smudged across his cheekbone, his temple, his neck, anywhere you could reach. In public, that is.

Did he really walk around all day like that? Maybe that explains the look Maki gave him when she passed by him in the hall.

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he’s so stupid 😭 (affectionate)

satoru "fake backshots" gojo who likes to sneak up on u when ur doing the most mundane tasks around the house and give you fake backshots.

yes, fake backshots.

washing dishes? the man is trying his hardest not to make any noise as he slips into the kitchen, watching u from behind, licking his lips at the sight of u in pajama shorts n' a lousy excuse for a tank top, tapping ur foot n' humming to a song playing in your earbuds. completely and blissfully unaware of the mischievous man lurking behind u. until u feel him, his hands sly n quick, his left getting a hold of ur hips while, his right pushes ur back into a arch. barely having time to react, all you could do was gasp, n try to push him away.

to no avail, satoru presses his pelvis into ur butt, before pulling back n thrusting his hips back n forth. satoru grinned eliciting small sighs and gasps from the same lips that complained "pervert! i can't even do the dishes in peace anymore!" . the man behind u leaned down to obnoxiously moan in ur ear in response "yea? yea? you like that, huh? like it when i take you like this?" u rolled ur eyes in annoyance, pushing his head away from your ear as he continued to thrust his bulge into ur ass. "satoru, ur so weird!"

"ohhh you love it, huh? feel good? yea? you gonna cum for me, baby? don't worry im right here with y-you- fuckkkkk!! nghhhhhh !!!!" satoru threw his head back n' at this point you couldn't tell if he was being serious or overly obnoxious like he always is. that is until he slows his movements and you look back at him. ready to scold him, but then ur eyes shift to his navy blue sweatpants, an obvious darker hue over his bulge.

"whoops" he shrugged stepping closer to u

the weirdo came in his pants

ur fully facing him as he towers over u, caging u in with the sink behind u,

"wanna do it for real now?" he lazily grinned at ur perplexed expression.

a/n: here damn 🙄.

© arminslovurr 2023-25 , do not copy, translate, make ai chat bots or alter my work in any way.

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RAHHHHH

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ denying katsuki bakugou his orgasm !

warnings: nsfw, edging, male masturbation, begging, orgasm denial, no prns specified

he's been desperate for you all day, and now him laying on the sofa, he's basically melting into it as your soft hand was wrapped around his thick cock. he was covering his eyes with the back of his hand as he gasped. "why are you doing this?" he asked with a moan leaving his supple lips as your hand came to a halt, denying him yet another orgasm that he so deeply craved. you giggled and teased his leaking tip with your finger, he was dripping with so much pre cum.

"why not?" you asked him with a chuckle, your right hand slowly picking up the pace again. he sighed shakily and bucked his hips up. he felt truly vulnerable, you're fully clothed and he's naked, his cock red and twitchy at your every touch. "you're— mhh, killing me here." he rasped out.

you flicked your wrist and squeezed your hand around his cock, he peeked out underneath his hand. his other hand clutching a cushion beside him, "evil." he moaned out and looked up at the ceiling, his mouth hung open as you continued to jerk him off.

"i'm evil? do you wanna cum or not? because your words don't really sound like begging to me." you said and halted your movements once more. he groaned and looked at you with glossy eyes, then, he nodded. "yes."

"yes what?" you asked him and let go of his hard cock, he whined. katsuki bakugou whined when you denied him your touch. it made you smile. "please." he murmured out, moving his hips for any type of friction.

"hm.. no." you laughed out, he threw his head back and bit his inner cheek. just realising how much power you actually have over him.

a/n — wanted to try a new format

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oh!

Your yuuji.. who’s a degenerate pervert!

Yuji was having a bit of a problem lately.

Namely— you. Well, no- you’re not the problem, he is.. it’s just, you really make it hard for him to just exist!

It started the moment you two began dating. He tried to keep it innocent- God, he tried.

A hand on the waist as a gentleman should, a kiss on the cheek like a polite boy would- innocent shit, really.

But, Yuji’s problem… he just can’t seem to keep himself off of you.

So — day 24 of blowing off perverse steam by jerking off at downright impossible speeds.

He really only went so fast to keep from getting caught before he can even get it all out of his system.

Or maybe he was so turned on by the mere thought of you that he couldn’t risk meeting you again while still unbelievably horny- that’s plausible too.

He was honestly surpised you hadn’t caught on by now, he was being awfully loud with that whiney voice that always cracked when it felt particularly good.

The ‘squelch, plap, plap!’ Of his hand aggressively stroking up and down and squeezing- trying to imagine how your pussy would feel, fuck- he’s getting loud.

“Fu- mmh! Fu—uck! Pleasepleaseplease- pl—ease!”

Pretty loud, Yeah. But he was sure he was far away enough that you didn’t hear him finishing onto your panties- the ones you just took off to go shower, fucking perv.

God, there was so much of it- no way was he gonna get rid of the evidence of his… deeds.. before you finished your shower.

So he pocketed them and went about his day!

Little did he realize- your shower stopped long before he finished.. uh oh!

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my heart

Pro hero dkbk 💪

Based on this lovely thread by @/shikkestu on Twitter

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where do i find myself a megumi

𝑀𝑒𝑔𝓊𝓂𝒾 𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

──── ᡣ𐭩 ────

“𝐇𝐦𝐦?”

Megumi hummed, feeling your small frame pressed up against his back. He turned around to see you looking up at him with those big curious doe eyes of yours, making him sigh.

“What?” He huffs. You shiver slightly which he gently pulls the blankets higher, hoping to get you warmer. “Cold?” He asks, moving himself closer to you. You nodded against his chest while you rub your eyes. He gently put an arm around you, resting it on your waist. You then feel his fingers slip under you shirt. “You’re really cold..” He whispers. He shuffled away from you, sitting on the side of the bed. “Sit up.” He demands while turning on the nightlight.

“Why?” You’d ask in confusion.

“Up.”

You sat up tiredly, putting all your weight onto him. he gently set you aside, taking his hoodie off which gave you a glimpse of his toned abs in the dim lighting as the shirt underneath his fell over it.

“Put your arms up” He says sternly while trying to dress you into his hoodie. It was way too oversized for you but it felt extremely warm and cozy. “Better?” He asks softly, rubbing this sides of your shoulders.

“Yes” You reply. He nods while gesturing you to lay back down as he tucks you into bed while turning the nightlight off. He wraps his arms around you, allowing you to cuddle him which was an extremely rare form of affection coming from him.

“Goodnight” He whispers, gently patting your head. Eventually, your breathing evens out coming to a stop as he smiles, thinking about just how cute you were.

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the tenderness of growing old w someone.

just thoughts of growing old with bakugou.

“Y’alright, old lady?” he asked.

“Excuse me?” You shot back with a huff, but the laughter in your voice softened it. “You’re not exactly a spring chicken yourself, Mr. Dynamight.”

“Hah? I could still beat your ass in a race.”

“You could barely bend down to get your keys this morning.”

He clicked his tongue but didn’t deny it. “Should’ve let you get them. You’re closer to the ground anyway.”

“Now you’re just asking for trouble.”

You two walked a few more steps before he noticed your breathing was just a little heavier. Your hand was tighter on his forearm. You hadn’t said anything, of course. He knew you never liked making a fuss. But Bakugou noticed. He always noticed.

Because if he didn’t notice, then he’d think he’s the shittiest husband on the planet.

Bakugou stopped.

You looked at him, confused. “Katsu?”

“Turn around.”

“What—”

“I’m givin’ you a piggyback ride.”

You blinked. “Katsuki, we’re in our sixties.”

“And? You think that stops me?” He crouched a little, wincing more dramatically than he meant to. Despite retaining lighter exercises to keep his body in tip-top shape, age still creeps in like a barnacle to his back. “C’mon, get up before I change my mind.”

“You’re going to throw your back out.”

“My back’s tougher than yours.”

“That’s not saying much anymore!”

“I’d rather break my back than see you waddle like a fuckin’ penguin with those stuffy shoes.”

“Our daughter gave me these shoes!”

“I know,” he replied. “Get on, woman.”

With a chuckle, you carefully climbed onto his back, your arms wrapping around his neck like they did all those years ago when you two were barely adults sneaking out for late-night walks. He held your legs securely under him, your weight familiar even after all this time. You rested your head against the back of his neck.

He lifts you like it’s nothing.

“Still got it,” he mutters, somewhat relieved.

Because Bakugou wants to give you a piggyback ride—or just carry you as many times as he possibly could.

“You’re insane.”

“Yeah, well. You married me. So there’s nothin’ we could do about that now that we’re five decades in, huh?”

You nuzzled your cheek against his shoulder, your voice muffled. “Best decision I ever made,” you hum. “Do you ever think about what we were like back then?”

“All the time,” he replies.

“Do you miss it?”

Bakugou exhaled. “Nah. I mean, it was good. Great, even. But this…” He shifts you a little higher on his back. “This is better.”

“You’re carrying your wrinkly wife down the street, and you think this is better?”

“Hell yeah,” he replies without hesitation. “You still make fun of me. Still make me laugh. Still kiss me like we’re teenagers. And even if you walk slower now, you still walk with me.”

You were quiet for a moment. Then, softly, “That’s so sappy. I hate you.”

“Shut up,” he mumbles.

You chuckled.

“I love you, Katsuki.”

“I know,” Bakugou says, and then, a little quieter, “I love you too. Always have. Even when you fell asleep during Die Hard.”

“I knew it. You were paying attention.”

He laughs. Full, unguarded, and warm. His chest feels full, like it always does when you’re near. The kind of full that doesn’t need fixing. Doesn’t need anything more.

-

“See?” Katsuki muttered breathlessly, settling you down onto a wooden bench that overlooked the town below. “Didn’t break my back.”

“Not yet. Tomorrow, maybe.”

“Tch. Still mouthy,” he said, but there was nothing but tenderness in his voice. He reached for your hand, calloused fingers lacing with yours. “Old or not, you’ll never stop talkin’, will you?”

“Not if I can help it,” you murmured. “Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes.”

“You tickle my toes when I’m about to fall asleep, you psychopath.”

“As I said, keep you on your toes.”

You two sat there in silence, side by side, watching as the last of the day faded into hues of soft purple and gold. The town below lit up slowly—windows glowing, streetlights flickering on one by one. It was the same town where you built a life, where you came after retiring from the city, where you spent quiet afternoons and lazy mornings and stormy nights curled under blankets.

“I was thinking earlier,” you said, tilting your head toward him. “Remember that old apartment? The first one?”

“The one with the leaky pipes?”

“And the hole in the wall.”

Bakugou made a noise between a groan and a laugh.

“Don’t remind me. That place was hell.”

“But we were happy. And it was our first.”

He nodded. “It was.”

“You used to stay up late grading case files while I was asleep on the couch.”

“And you’d drool on every pillow,” he said, smirking.

“That’s love,” you quipped, “sharing spit on furniture.”

“Disgusting,” his eyes crinkled as he chuckled, quiet and deep, before falling into a softer stillness.

“Do you think we did okay?” you asked.

Bakugou turned to look at you. Your eyes were searching his face—not out of doubt, but for reassurance.

“We did more than okay,” he said. “We loved hard. Fought harder. Got old. Grew up.”

You smiled faintly. “We grew softer.”

He squeezed your hand. “You did. I stayed badass.”

You laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Yeah… you did.”

A breeze blew past, and you shivered slightly. Bakugou was already tugging his jacket off before you could protest. He knows you well enough that it comes second to breathing. Something that he could never forget because he needs to remember it to survive.

“You don’t have to—”

“Shut up. You’re cold.”

You let him drape it over you, fingers brushing his wrist as he tucked it close. It was nice. This was nice.

“I still remember the first time I saw you,” you said after a while. “You were yelling at someone, I think.”

“That sounds right.”

“I thought, ‘What an ass.’”

“And yet, you married me.”

“Because you were very persuasive,” you told him.

He snorted. “Uh huh.”

Time passed like that��peaceful and unhurried—until the sun was a mere sliver on the edge of the world. Fireflies blinked into view. The quiet of the hilltop wrapped around you like a blanket.

“I’m tired,” you murmured quietly, closing your eyes for a moment against his shoulder.

“Want me to carry you home?”

“No, just…” You paused, then exhaled. “Let’s just stay here a bit.”

Bakugou nodded. “Yeah. We can stay.”

“You’ve always been stubborn.”

He grunted in acknowledgment.

“But also the kindest man I’ve ever known.”

He didn’t reply right away. He just looked at you—really looked at you. Your hair had silvered, your cheeks had thinned, but your eyes held the same sparkle that made him fall in love with you years ago. You were still [Name]. Undeniably his.

And he was still Bakugou. Your.

“Even if I get reincarnated,” you whispered, your voice barely audible now, “even if I forget everything—I hope I find you again.”

He swallowed hard, jaw tightening. “You will.”

“You promise?”

“Yeah. I’ll find you too,” he said. “You’re too damn loud to miss.”

You smiled. Your hand, much more wrinkly now, more fragile than it used to be, reached up to his cheek. Your thumb traced the scar that time left near his jaw.

“I love you,” you said.

He leaned in, pressing your foreheads together. “I love you too. Always.”

And in the stillness, with the cool air surrounding you and the stars beginning to blink into view above, you leaned into each other—together in warmth, in memory, in everything you two ever were.

Your hands stayed intertwined, steady.

And when the wind finally hushed, you drifted off into the quietest, most peaceful sleep.

Together, one last time.

Forever.

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this is so unhinged i love it HAHAHHAHAHA

All characters are aged up 18+.MDNI.

Pussy Dick inspection with Bakugou...

Bakugou hears the front door open, it's only a matter of minutes before you'll strut into the kitchen, objectify him and move to the bedroom to clean up.

It's a routine, something he has gotten accustomed to with years of living together, a pattern he recognised the second time you acted deranged, in the much smaller kitchen of your old apartment.

For you, it's just post mission treat, something to look forward to, a little reward for not dying out there.

"You look good, babe." You rumbled, barely crossing the threshold of the kitchen, mouth salivating at the gray sweatpants he adorned. "Fucking delectable."

"Nice to see you too, Princess." He turns around, wiping his hands with the spron, pulling you into a hug, eyes scanning your frame for any bandages or bruising.

"Were you good while I was gone?" You chimed, hands already clawing at his waist, fingers tracing over his nipples, before you let out a low growl, almost humping against his leg.

This is new, he thought. "What do you mean, Princess?" He spoke, voice soft and sweet, as if he is talking to a baby, he is though, you are his baby, "How could I be bad?"

"Did you play with your joystick?" You answered, eyes trained at his chesticles, your fingers kneading them, you look up at him, "Did you touch my dick?"

"Your dick? Last time I checked it was attached to me-"

"And if you wish for it to stay like that than you should address the rightful owner of the phalus!"

He let's out a sigh, "No. I didn't play with your cock." He watches as you hum silently, still drooling over his tits pecs.

"Should I check?"

"How exactly will you do that?"

You don't answer him, just sinking to your knees silently, you pull his sweats down, revealing his slowly hardening cock, you admire, before leaping forward and pressing kisses along his length.

His breathing slows, as he watches you rub your face against his cock, "You plan on sniffing me all evening," he catches your eyes narrowing at him, before you kiss the tip, soft lips against the slit of his cock.

Your hand slides up from his thigh to between his legs, fingers cupping his ballsac, his breath hitches, throat drying up, as he feels your tug at them, massaging each sac between your fingers.

"They seem full, Suki." You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, bobbing your head, taking him further into your mouth.

He groans, hips rutting forward unintentionally, he watches you choke a little, his length hitting the back of your throat.

You pull off his cock, a string of spit connecting your lips to him, "You'll have to behave if you want to cum." You kiss along his length, nails digging in his thighs, tracing his perineal raphe, with your tongue.

A shiver runs down his spine, precum oozing out of his tip, you take mercy on him, taking one of the balls in your mouth and sucking gently, hand moving to wrap around his cock.

"Ah fuck, I'll shoot." He grunts, balls tightening up, you push your face deeper, suckling at his taint, before pressing against his rim.

Bakugou moans, hips jerking ahead, as his load shoots out, he stares dumbfounded at the cum painting the kitchen floor.

You slow down a bit, kissing leisurely against his thighs, before slowly standing up, "I'll go take a bath, why don't you step up dinner till then." You turn around strutting to the bedroom, leaving behind Bakugou to clean up his mess.

It's later in the evening, both of you cuddled up in each other's arms, winding down after having a big dinner and multiple rounds of sex. It's well past his usual bedtime, but you can tell that he is still awake.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours, baby?" You queried, turning your head to look at him, fingers tracing mindlessly across his bare chest.

"Can you actually tell, if I ejaculated by holding my balls?" He mumbled, lips pouting slightly as he continues to stare at the ceiling.

"Is that what kept you from falling asleep?" You scooty closer to him, arms wrapping around his waist, as you nudge your face into the crook of his neck.

"I am just curious, because you were right, I didn't cum throughout the weekend."

"No, I can't tell that, by holding them." You answered his question, feeling as he settled in, ready to sleep now that his query was sorted, "but I can watch through the cameras to know."

"Princess, what cameras?!"

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics 💖✨

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the ANGSTTTTTTTT

also i keep thinking about what our katsuki is going through on the otherside of this.

the last thing he remembers is getting hit full force by some asshole's quirk, meeting in the middle somewhere as he landed his own blow and now—

the world is in ruins. this world is, not his. people are living in husks of long since destroyed buildings, surviving by candlelight in silence, hiding from something he hasn't caught a glimpse of yet. the air is thick with sulfur and metal, some tinge of rust that won't go away no matter how deep underground he goes.

it's almost like they knew it would happen, whatever's happened, they being some battle-torn versions of eijirou and hitoshi; what's left of them, barely held together with red-dark guaze and duct tape. some people that should be here, katsuki very quickly realizes, aren't.

he finds them eventually, though, or is shown them; pictures a little blurry, small murals on a crumbling wall, little shrines of trinkets that spell out exactly who they belonged to.

deku. half and half. four eyes. ears. bird brain.

the only one he has trouble identifying is yours. not because it's not so obviously you in the photo—unsmiling, standing at attention in a dull uniform, like they dared to make you a soldier of some kind—or in the rings gathered in a little pile, the same scarf hanging in his closet at home—

but because the very idea—katsuki can't even think the words, won't let eijirou speak them—will flood him with panic and dread, will completely derail him, and he can't afford that, not when he has to get back to you.

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yoooooo

Your hand moves slow over his cock, fingers slick with precum, stroking him steady just like he likes. Megumi’s back is pressed to the pillows, jaw clenched, flushed and barely breathing as you work him. But then, like always, his hand comes down to wrap over yours—guiding your rhythm, your grip, like he’s the one doing it and you’re just the warmth he needs to get off.

You hesitate, fingers twitching. “You could do this yourself,” you murmur, watching the way his larger hand swallows yours whole. “You’re not even letting me touch you. You’re doing all the work, Gumi.”

He blinks at you, cheeks flushed, hair stuck to his temple with sweat. Then, without loosening his grip, he whispers, “I like holding your hand.”

And that’s all it takes—for your stomach to flip, your chest to ache a little with how sweet he is in the middle of something so filthy. You squeeze his hand gently, stroke him slower, and lean in to kiss his shoulder. “Okay,” you breathe. “Then don’t let go.”

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they so would 😭😭😭

Imagine Todoroki just randomly dropping is insane lore/trauma at moments where it benefits him, sometimes even lying or exaggerating because it's not like his friends are gonna question it.

Like Ashido and Kaminari are heatedly arguing about how your meant to cook ramen and he getting fed up of the noise so bro just goes "I eat the ramen raw because I'm traumatized by boiling water", and low and behold the room is silent

Or everyone is fighting over the last piece of Sato's cake and he just offhandedly brings up how his diet was always restricted and his father forbid him from sugar and next thing you know Todoroki is sat at the table with his slice of cake.

And Bakugou, the observant fcker, sees what he's doing and starts pulling the "I died" card.

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my heart will NOT be able to take this

i am really not into multiverse stuff but lately i've been thinking about bakugou getting hit with some quirk that sends him elsewhere, and in his place comes a different bakugou that's lost you in his own universe.

waahh and it's so hard because you feel so bad for him 🥺 he's so full of pain and anger 🥺 and he takes one look at you and you can see the hurt and yearning in his eyes 🥺

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this unlocked smth in me

I don't want to talk about how long this has been in my drafts but I'm finally biting the bullet and posting it lmao have fun

It's intimidating. Sitting on your knees, it sat right in front of your face. Bigger than any other cock you've had in your mouth. Will it even fit? You look up at Kirishima nervously. He seems confident in your abilities, at least. You start off easy, poking your tongue out to lick at the head.

"Don't be shy, honey," he tells you, gently pushing himself against your lips. A small nudge to coax you along. "Can you suck on it?"

You pucker your lips around him, suckling and looking up to him for approval. He smiles, nodding encouragingly. It's not that you weren't experienced. But were you experienced enough for it to be good? To meet his expectations? The thought made you nervous, but you tried to take him a little deeper.

Another presence suddenly loomed behind you, the third person in the bedroom finally getting himself involved. He stood so close that when you moved your head back so that just Kirishima's tip rested on your tongue, you accidentally bumped into him. It made you jump a little and you tried to tip your head back to look up at him, but Bakugo's palm landed roughly on the top of your head, tilting it back down to focus on what was in front of you.

"Keep sucking," he instructed you.

Following his instructions, you slid your lips back down Kirishima's shaft, making it about a third of the way before you got nervous again and pulled back to just the head.

Bakugo grunted. "You can do better than that, we all know it. Heard you talk a lot of shit over drinks last week about deep throating that loser you went out with- take it deeper."

You took a deep breath, eyes flitting up to Kirishima's.

"It's okay baby, just give it a try. Little bit more at a time," the redhead encourages, brushing your hair back out of your face.

You tried taking him further into your mouth, getting just over halfway. As you withdrew, your head bumped into Bakugo again, standing ever so slightly closer than before so that the contact was unavoidable. He still wore his jeans, but through the fabric you could still feel Bakugo's cock starting to stiffen.

At first you thought you imagined the push against your skull, but the second thrust from behind you was unmistakable. Bakugo pushed your head forward with his hips, making you take Kirishima a little deeper into your mouth.

You squeaked as your cock sucking was guided by a couple experimental thrusts, but Kiri had no reaction other than a happy hum. Was he familiar with this behavior from the blond looming behind you?

Regardless, he seemed to enjoy how he was now reaching down your throat, feeling the warm squeeze around his member.

You gave up all resistance, letting Bakugo's thrusting hips control the pace at which you sucked Kirishima's cock. He pushed you further down his shaft, made you speed up and slow down as he wished. Bakugo was having fun controlling you this way; you could feel him growing harder against the back of your head.

"See," he growls, pushing you closer and closer towards taking it all. "Fucking knew you could take more than that." He shuffles a little closer, giving you less room to pull back and keeping at least halfway down the shaft at all times.

"Can you take it all, baby?" Kirishima asks, stroking your hollowed cheek with his palm. He glances up to his friend. "I wanna see her try."

Bakugo slows his thrusts, focusing on pushing you deeper and deeper. Your eyes watered a little as your throat was further intruded upon, but you didn't want to stop. You whimpered as your nose finally brushed against his closely trimmed pubes, and with a bit more firmness, Bakugo was pushing you all the way.

"Take his cock," he whispers. "Choke on it if you have to, but keep it there."

The gurgling sound as drool spills from the edges of your stretched lips sounds gross to you, but it makes Kirishima moan.

"Good job, pretty girl," he says. "Take my cock so good in that tight throat- we knew you could do it."

Bakugo let's you pull back a few moments later, giving you a few rough pets to the top of your head.

"You really are a cockslut, aren't you?" He barks. "Bet you can't wait to swallow his cum."

He crowds behind you again, denim clad groin setting you back onto a steady pace.

"See how bad she wants it? Look how fast she's going," he grunts to Kirishima, as if he's not the one controlling you. He's no longer experimenting with different paces, keeping you steadily bobbing up and down on Kiri's cock at a speed that makes it difficult not to gag. Bakugo's own cock is hard to ignore, hard and bulging and thick, even with layers between it and your skull. There's a subtle grind to the way he thrusts against you and you know he's getting off just as much as the man in front of you is.

"So fucking good, honey," Kirishima breathes, his head lolling back for a moment before falling back forward to stare at you. "Gonna cum soon- you gonna take it all f'r me?"

"She will," Bakugo says, accented by another forced, deep thrust. "She'll take it all."

You whine loudly, the thick cock in your mouth only able to muffle you so much. You think maybe that's what tips Kirishima over the edge- moments later you feel the thick ropes of cum shooting down your throat and flooding up into your mouth. You gag, bracing your hands on Kiri's thighs as you tried your best to take it all down. Bakugo holds you down as Kirishima's orgasm punches through him, pornographic level moans leaving the red head's lips, but you can still feel him grinding against the back of your head. Bakugo cums soon after Kirishima does. As cum dribbles out of the corners of your mouth, you feel him tensing and twitching behind you, his own moans much more held back but impossible to hide.

Kirishima steps back, his cock flopping out of your mouth and swinging in front of you like a hypnotizing pendulum, and he tries to help you wipe the cum from your lips, chuckling as you grab his wrist and suck his thumb into your mouth.

"Aw, what a sweet girl," he coos.

Bakugo breathes heavily when he, too, steps back from you. You can feel a wet, sticky patch on the back of your head where his cock had been sitting against you.

"Hope that pussy's ready for a reward," Kiri tells you, placing a kiss on your forehead before he starts dragging you up to guide you to the bed. "Katsuki's a bit of a friend with his own mouth."

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so cute bro

“One kiss won’t hurt our friendship, right Katsuki?”

You ask him that at least once a week, for the past 4 months. At this point he’s not sure if it’s a joke anymore.

“Shut up and focus!”

It all started at your graduation party, everybody was having fun and kissing each other;

Mina with Kiri

Ochaco with Deku

Jirou with Denki

Even Sero managed to find somebody to make out with in a corner. It left you and Bakugo the only ones out of your friend group kissless during all of that you both just shared glances at them and each other before heading back up to your dorms for the evening, he didn’t care much to continue the celebration and you were just feeling a little awkward seeing everybody paired up.

Later that night Bakugo came to your door to grab an aspirin from you after 1 two many drinks, “Stupid ass music is still playing I’m about to blow the fucking speaker up.”

“Here. Also, eat. You haven’t eaten since this morning so your blood sugar is probably low too.”

He glared at you with an annoyed look of confusion, “Don’t observe me.”

He says as he takes the other half of your sandwhich, eventually he just stayed in your room, making himself comfortable splayed out on your bed as you were finishing packing to leave on Monday back to your parents, and that’s when a night of comfortable silence between you both turned into you making a joke about everybody hooking up in your class except you both.

“Yeah, even Robot legs got some pussy tonight i think.”

Which led you to making a joke about you stealing a kiss from each other, I mean you figured why not, you’re hot, he might have a mean mouth, but your blonde friend was hot too, it wouldn’t mean anything, but Bakugo immediately rolled his eyes and scoffed at you. It wasn’t mean either it was more of a, “Yeah right as if.” kind of thing.

It wasn’t a direct no though.

Since then you’ve had a continuous back and fourth of asking for a kiss, which again he never ends up saying no like any of the continuous fan girls he got during 2nd year.

Once the new semester of Uni started it became a routine and honestly you never thought you’d actually wear him down.

“It wouldn’t hurt our friendship y’know…it’d be something we do once and never speak about again.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“No I’m a good kisser.”

“Yeah right.”

“Yeah too, but you wouldn’t know because you won’t just come here and let me take your kiss virginity.”

You probably took it a little too far with that, because you’ve been friends with Bakugo long enough to know he is a drama. Queen.

“Who the hell said i never kissed anybody before?! I probably have!” His voice cracked, already a sign that he was lying. He definitely never kissed anybody. You knew, he probably knew you knew, but he refused to give you the satisfaction even IF his face became flushed.

He got up from his desk to sit in front of you on the bed, uncharacteristically so he cupped your cheeks, your phone long forgotten between your legs having to be forced to look into his irritated face.

You never noticed how sharp and soft some features of his face were.

And how clear his skin was.

And how pretty his eyes were even if they’re fiery and mad, “Close your damn eyes.”

“I’m not closing shit YOU close your eyes.”

You matched his energy by cupping his cheeks, they were nearly burning to your warm touch, thumb caressing his smooth skin. The tension was so thick between you both, you swore you could hear both your heart beats quickening. His lips were grazing yours as you pulled him closer, your stomach was actually doing backflips seeing as Bakugo had the choice to push you off, curse you out and never talk to you again, but

He didn’t and you didn’t stop either until you pressed your mouth against his. You could taste the mint gum he had in his mouth when you started to move yours, Bakugo’s sweaty hands took grip of your waist, partially holding onto you and also wiping it off on your shirt.

You were surprised when he still didn’t pull away, for an inexperienced kisser he got the hang of the way your tongue was dancing to be let inside, which he finally gave you access, but completely took charge and slid his tongue into your mouth instead.

What turned into an awkward still moment of passion transitioned into a wet, sloppy make out session which him getting lost from what he’d experienced as his first moment of pleasure ever. His hands pushed you on your back firm on top of his pillows, but not disconnecting from your mewls against him.

He tasted sweet and savory, his lips were average sized and hot, but managed to consume you. This was more than a kiss this was damn near foreplay.

Both of your bodies felt so connected though. It felt right, something so foreign felt…comforting. It suckling and moaning noises until the harsh knock on Bakugo’s door broke you both out of your cloud 9.

“Shit—Who is it?” He barked at the door, hovering over your panting body, his chain dangling over your face seeing his sharp jawline clench out of irritation,

“Hey man, we are heading to get some food y’wanna come?” It was Denki and Kiri oh so unknown to the view right behind his door, that if they wanted to barge in because the door was unlocked could see their hot headed friend on top of his own friend and in between her legs.

“No I’m fine. Leave me alone.”

“Wait I’m hungry—-“

“Shut.Up.” He covered your mouth, almost growling at you for speaking, the footsteps eventually fade off and he sits back up. Looking away.

“Well I’ll be damned you are a good kisser.”

“Shut— I know I am.”

“Well. I figured, because I sure as shit didn’t know what I was doing.”

He snapped his head at you, realizing you were lying about being an experienced kisser. He didn’t know whether to feel prideful or mad, “You—“

“Well you lied too. I know you never kissed anybody. Thanks for letting me take your lip virginity though.” You giggle wiping the lips gloss you left on the corner of his lip, you weren’t sure because he had some black joggers, but you tried to not mention the somewhat obvious growing erection from between his legs that made him more embarrassed.

“If you tell anybody I’ll—“

“You’ll what…kiss me again?”

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:”(((

it’s stupid late. like 2:43am late. the kitchen’s dark except for the fridge light and the glow from your situationship phone screen, playing a random song that you had suggested him to listen to. you’re perched on the counter, legs swinging, wearing his hoodie and nothing else, and he’s standing between your knees with a slice of leftover birthday cake balanced on a plate in one hand and a fork in the other.

"open up, baby," gojo says, waving the fork near your face as if he was the one feeding a toddler. "here comes the airplane—"

you swat at him half heartedly but open your mouth anyway, letting him feed you. "you’re so dramatic," you mumble through the cake.

"i’m romantic," he corrects, licking the frosting off his thumb. "there’s a difference."

gojo's hair’s a mess, white strands fluffed up and sticking everywhere from sleep, but he still looks ridiculously sweet. like pretty boy sweet. like maybe i’d let you ruin my life sweet. and he’s shirtless, just soft skin, warm from sleep, and low sweatpants that are hanging on for dear life.

he’s all sleepy grins and sleepy eyes and god, he’s not even trying :(

"you’re staring," he teases.

"i’m thinking," you say, deadpan.

"that's scary," he hums. "wanna kiss to stop it?"

you don’t answer. just tilt your chin up, expectant, and he leans in slowly, until he’s kissing you with cake sweet lips and smiling into it.

he pulls back just a little, presses his forehead to yours, and breathes you in. "you," he says softly, "are the best thing that’s ever happened to my insomnia."

you roll your eyes, smiling softly. "you’re so corny."

"and yet," he steals another kiss, pecking quickly, "you still wanna make out with me on a counter at 2am."

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he’s so precious

in which shouto is a twenty five year old virgin.

“Do I just put it in?”

You prop yourself up on your elbows, arching an eyebrow. “Well, I mean yes, technically. But Sho, don’t just shove it in.”

“Oh. Would that hurt?”

“Yes baby, it would definitely hurt. Even if you didn’t have me so turned on.”

Shouto blushes, inching further on his knees between the cradle of your thighs. He takes hold of the base of his cock, stroking once as the tip nudges your pussy. “Like this? Ah,” His breath hitches as the head eases inside.

“Yeah, just like that baby,” you breathe, falling to the bed.

Shouto spreads your thighs wider, rocking with shallow thrusts, cock stretching you slowly. “Fuck,” he moans, voice pitching higher at the end. Close to a whine but not quite. “I didn’t realize your pussy would feel so good.” His hips press tight to your ass as he grinds in small circles. Blunt nails dig harshly into your skin.

“Right,” you say with a breathless laugh. You yelp when he grinds harder, fisting the sheets. “Sex feels amazing. You surprised me, though. Your dick feels bigger than I imagined.”

Shouto’s cock throbs and he squeezes his eyes shut, exhaling a cloud of steam. “Please don’t talk like that. I’d rather not embarrass myself this fast.”

You giggle, tugging lightly at his hands, guiding them to the backs of your knees. “That’s okay, Sho. I’ll practice with you anytime you want,” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows.

He laughs. “Even if this is over in two minutes?”

“Promise,” you agree. “Now c’mon my love, fold me like a pretzel. Put that hero strength to use and fuck me.”

Frost creeps up the side of your knee when Shouto draws his hips back halfway, thrusting in smoothly. You moan together.

Shouto’s biceps flex as he pins your knees to your ears.

He lasts for three minutes thank you very much.

heavily influenced by my bestie @dollyfetti ‘s recent shouto post. can be found here.

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pervert!nagi, who’s a freak for your panties. it’s not really stealing if you leave them at his place after a night of fun, right? it’s just… ‘borrowing’. how can he resist the rush of taking them when it smells like you? not of your sweet citrus perfume— but of your essence that soaked through from just how wet you were. your pheromones made his brain go haywire just from sniffing the fading scent. and, don’t get him started on the taste. he just can’t help the way his hand trailed into his sweatpants. he got the same high he got out of eating out your sweet cunt, just without the beautiful melody of your whines— begging him to make you cum on his tongue. nagi had licked the stripe of your panties soaked as he pounded his fist up and down. his heavy groans and whimpers of your name on his lips echoed through his dorm.

he threw his head back. god, he was so close. just a little bit more and he’d cum himself silly. he had, quite literally, licked your panties clean. there was nothing left to savor, but his own saliva. “fuck…” he whined, almost a cry as he stuffed his cock into your panties, moving the thin fabric up and down. tears started to form in his eyes as he bucked his hips up. and with just one final squeeze of his fist around his cock, he shot his load into your panties. his moans got caught in his throat as he tried to recover his breath. “y/n… ah…” he whimpered, his lips quivered while pearls of cum dripped from his dick. his vision blurred from such an intense orgasm as he relaxed into his chair.

he uses the used pantie to clean his dick up like a rag and dropped it into his drawer of shame. it was filled with panties splattered with dried cum. honestly, it’s a wonder that you haven’t run out of them yet with how many he’s taken.

the next time you had come over was to get ready for a party. some kind of gathering for all the rich kids at your college that reo had invited the both of you to. “baby, i left a hair straightener here, right? where’d you put it?” you asked, as you scouted the surface of his dorm. “hmm, i think so… maybe it’s in the drawer..?” nagi so helpfully suggested. he didn’t even look up from his phone to point out which drawer he had stuffed it in.

just by luck, you pulled open the drawer under his gaming desk and revealed the treasure cove of panties you’d lost. noticing the curious lack of sound from jostling items around or the shutting of the drawer, nagi had looked up from his phone to see you staring into his drawer of shame. his heart dropped seeing the shocked and probably violated look on your face as you saw the crusts of dried cum stuck onto each and every pantie. nagi shut off his phone as his screen displayed a ‘GAME OVER!’ screen, moving over to maybe try and stop you from storming out and instantly breaking up with him.

looks like his dirty little secret wasn’t so secret anymore.

wrote while hrny dont laugh guys 💔