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Non consensual somnophilia vibes yall.

Creep!Bakugou who sniffs your panties when you’re asleep… while they’re on you. But don’t worry, he waited until you two were dating to do this (without you knowing of course)

On everything he huffs loud as hell too. Like deep fucking breaths.

And if he’s feeling a lil cray cray he’ll lift your panties to the side and sniff your cunt too.

What can he say? He’s just is addicted to your scent.

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Maybe it’s just me but there is something about knowing a man touches himself thinking about you. That just makes me feral. Or when they wake up with a mess to clean from a wet dream? My pupils morph into hearts. I swear.

what’s even hotter is when they meet up with you afterwards and act all awkward and weird around you because they’re trying to appear like they didn’t just bust the fattest nut to the thought of you writhing underneath them.

like, you go get a cup of coffee or something together and he’s looking at you across the table, just chatting, and all of a sudden there’s an image of what he thinks your face might look like when he’d press inside you flashing right before his eyes.

he can instantly feel his cock start to twitch in his pants, his jaw clenching hard as he fights the urge to place his palm over it in order to hide it. so he’s all nervous and jumpy and tense around you all of a sudden; stuttering on his words, seemingly lost, but the funniest part is that the moment he comes back home, he’s gonna stroke one out with you on his mind all over again. his friend.

maybe he’ll even fantasize about taking the exact same clothes off that you had on that day to make the fantasy appear even more ‘real’. maybe instead of going your separate ways, he’ll picture you sitting inside his car for a little while longer so that you can kiss him and run your hand along his thigh. maybe you invite him inside your home not just to hang out, but to let him fuck the shit out of you; right there on the floor of your hallway because you couldn’t even make it to the bed. those types of scenarios.

the more he sees you, the more he hangs out with you, the needier he gets. it’s even gotten so bad that if you just so happen to call him while he’s stroking himself, he just doesn’t stop — he can’t stop. fucking his fist while actually being able to hear you feels so good. it’s almost like you’re there with him, watching him push his shirt up so that his stomach is exposed while he keeps on bucking his hips up into his hand.

so instead, he’s trying to appear normal over the phone, edging himself over the sound of your voice; body coated with sweat, burning so hot, voice deep because of the lust to riddle it. every time he hears you say his name as you make conversation, he sounds more breathless. more lewd.

and that’s when you realize what’s actually happening. or when you at least get a hunch for it.

what are you gonna do about it, though?

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“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?”

The kiss didn’t ruin your friendship, but it started a new one.

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Minors dni

Bakugo loves to rub your clit to help you sleep.

You remember the first night you were laying in bed, enveloped in covers and his arms wrapped from behind you when his hands began to wander lower.

“Can i?” His rasped voice just above a whisper, laced with exhaustion from the day, but he just….wanted to feel you for a moment and if that also meant to make you feel good then so be it.

You nod at his request to touch you more and he waste no time to slide his middle and ringe finger up your slightly damp slit. When he pulls his fingers out he puts them towards your mouth as a signal to suckle. Of course you obeyed earning yourself a small groan out of him. Something about how warm and wet your mouth is suckling on his thicker fingers always gets him a little riled up.

The pads made small tight circles on your soft clit, your arousal very quickly coming to coat your pussy and his fingers Bakugo keeps going which led you to squirm and weakly moan his name.

“Y’ganna cum?” His breath was hitting your ear, you could feel his semi hard dick grind against your ass. It helped that all you were wearing was a shirt and lace panties to bed too. “Let go, i know you want to.”

And in typical Bakugo fashion when he’s like this, he still manages to get pussy drunk without actually being inside you,

“You’re so fucking tight…”

He has no shame in speaking his thoughts out loud to you especially when it’s ABOUT you,

“She’s wet…fuckin’ hand is dripping shit, squeeze me tighter baby there you go…”

The feeling of your pussy is an unmatched feeling he could never get tired of.

He held you close against him as his own hand was pushing you through overstimulation, you almost screamed his name until he grabbed your neck with his free hand to still you into a wet kiss. Your hips moved in tandem with his to ride it out. Both of you breathing into each others mouths until you felt a heavy wave of sleepiness hit your body when you relaxed into his arms again.

Since then every other night when sex isn’t really available to you both due to being too tired, Bakugo made it a habit of doing so, and on occasion if he’s feeling really greedy he will eat your pussy very lazily and slowly, but he gets it done every single time.

Tonight was no different, you only had on his shirt with nothing under due to the heat of the summer nights so far, but your husband doesn’t complain. Why would he? Easy Access.

He threw your thigh over his legs, you laid sideways as yall favorite Kdrama was playing in the back now longer forgotten as he laid wet kisses on your neck up to the corner of your mouth. His fingers grew warmer, him using his quirk just a little he only does when he knows it can get you to cum faster.

“‘Suki….” You whine so softly it sounded almost like a mixture of a plead and a cry your lower body practically jumping his hand as you felt yourself getting so close. The room was filled with the wet sounds of your cunt and both of your soft groans washing out the TV.

Your Blondie can and has gotten off to fingering you alone. He can’t help it you sound, smell, and react so perfectly against him he can’t help but to just grab ahold of those pretty lips of your and attach them against his while you orgasm just for him.

He grunts and moans with you, a whisper of, “Y’okay?” on your panting lips, all you could do was nod and kiss him again.

As you snuggle against his warm body he licks his fingers that was just inside you to then kiss your cheek and grab onto your breast while sleeping.

Because whether Bakugo admits it or not he loves skinship with you.

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bakugo doesn't need big to keep going — ( requested ) smut, small bust!reader

You were straddling him on the couch, your shirt bunched up under your arms and your breath coming fast. Bakugo’s palms were hot and rough against your ribs, thumbs brushing right under your breasts like he was deliberately avoiding them.

“Tch—” he smirked, eyes locked on your flushed face. “Cute little things, huh? Thought you were gonna be shy about ‘em, but—” he squeezed your sides, yanking you down so your chests pressed together, “—I fuckin’ love having ‘em all to myself.”

You whimpered when he mouthed at the top of one, not sucking, just letting his hot breath fan over your nipple until it pebbled against the cool air. “Katsuki—”

“Yeah?” He finally closed his mouth around it, sucking just hard enough to make you arch. “Don’t need big tits to get me goin’, dumbass… you’re already drippin’ all over me.” His hand slid between your thighs, fingers curling up under your skirt, finding the soaked fabric of your panties. “Shit—” he growled, rubbing slow circles over your clit, “—you’re soaked. Just from me talkin’ about your tits? You’re fuckin’ unreal.”

He sucked harsher now, tongue flicking against your nipple before he bit gently, just to hear you gasp. His free hand dug into your ass, rocking you against his thigh until you were grinding shamelessly.

“Katsuki—fuck—”

“C’mon, baby,” he rasped against your chest, eyes flicking up to meet yours while his fingers pushed your panties aside, “—let me fuck you while I keep these perfect little things in my mouth. Wanna hear you lose your fuckin’ mind over me.”

And when he slammed you down onto his lap, his teeth and tongue on you, his fingers spreading you wide—your voice broke exactly the way he wanted.

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marathon sex with sylus and zayne where they take turns fucking you in different positions. their cum mixing with your own as they fuck them back into you. not wanting to waste a single drop.

the leader of onychinus was especially astonished at how zayne—your ever so sweet and gentle doctor—ruts into your swollen cunt while in a mating press position. you've lost count how many times you came, how many times they came inside you, yet they’re still so hard, so eager to fill you up even more.

zayne’s voice filled your ears, showering you with both filthy words and praises—how you take his cock so well, how soft and warm you are, so tight and perfect for him. his moans are desperate, and the slapping of skin against skin is so loud and wet and filthy that sylus simply stared, his hand around his hard and throbbing cock, unmoving :(

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texts w katsuki as your babydaddy

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Things between you two were already falling apart before the test turned positive. He messed up—like really messed up—and you walked away before it could hurt even more.

warnings: cursing, angst/comfort (eventually) y/n is pregnant, y/n is kinda harsh, katsuki is trying

a/n: hey guys!!! so this is my first time ever doing this, but the idea has been in my head for DAYS so i decided to finally act on it. i did post this on tiktok but i wanted to see how it did on here as well! anywhooo, i hope someone enjoys it at the very least ✨✨

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──★˙👄 ̟ !! Moanable Material: Katsuki Bakugo

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ || katsuki bakugo x reader, pure fluff??

It’s late afternoon, the sky outside UA’s dorms bleeding pink and gold, quiet in that lull before evening training starts. You’re curled up with Katsuki Bakugo on the common room couch, both of you picking over the remnants of your shared late lunch—a massive takeout box of yakisoba he insisted was “the best in town, dumbass, so shut up and eat.” The TV is on, some hero rerun playing softly, but neither of you are paying much attention. You’re more interested in the way Bakugo looks when he eats like this—half-slouched, chopsticks in one hand, a lazy scowl on his face even when he’s perfectly content.

You’re watching him, chewing on a noodle, head tilted slightly eyeing Bakugo like he was both the meal and the dessert. Then, without warning or preamble, you set down your drink and say, completely serious:

“Hey, you ever realize you’ve got a moanable name?”

Bakugo chokes on his food.

He coughs violently, eyes wide, then turns to you with an expression that swings violently between what the fuck and did you just say that out loud?

“What the actual shit, woman?!” he barks, voice gravelly, and smacks his chest like he can physically dislodge the shock from his lungs. “You’re absolutely fucked in the head.”

You grin, biting your lower lip to hold back laughter. “I’m just saying, Katsuki… it’s a really nice name. It rolls off the tongue. Like, Ka-tsu-ki.” You drag the syllables out slow, deliberately sultry, watching his ears burn.

“I swear to god—” he growls, but it’s less threatening and more flustered. He refuses to look at you now, instead stabbing at the yakisoba like it insulted his honor.

“Bet it’d sound even better in certain... contexts.”

Bakugo looked like his soul left his body and came back just to scream.

He coughed hard. “Stop talking. Shut the hell up.”

You grinned like a menace. “What? I’m just appreciating the phonetics. Katsuki. Kat-su-ki. Kac-chan.” You leaned in conspiratorially. “But I think Katsuki’s the real winner. Kinda sinful. Like something someone might—”

“I swear to God—”

“—accidentally say in the middle of—”

“Eat. Shit.”

Your laughter echoed off the common room. He was red, ears on fire, hand practically shaking as he shoveled more noodles into his mouth, probably trying to silence your voice echoing in his head.

You didn’t stop there. Oh no.

You lean closer, eyes mischievous. “You never thought about it? How good it’d sound with a gasp? Or a little breathy ‘Katsuki’ whispered in your ear?” You place a hand to your chest dramatically. “Honestly, it’s kind of unfair.”

He finally turns to face you, full scowl in place, but there’s a dangerous glint in his eyes now—something challenged, something playful beneath the irritation. “You’ve got a goddamn death wish.”

You’re not backing down. “No, I’ve got taste.”

“Shut the hell up before I make you moan it for real.”

Pause.

Your brain crashes for a hot second. Completely blue-screens. The smirk slips off your face for just a flicker—enough for him to see it, and his grin turns feral.

“Oh, now who’s turning red?” he drawls, voice dropping half an octave. “What happened to all that big talk, huh? All that tongue work and nowhere to go?”

You blink fast, recovering quickly. “Please. That wasn’t red—it was just… lighting.”

“Sure it was, princess.”

“I still stand by what I said,” you shoot back, lifting your chin. “You have a moanable name. That’s a compliment.”

He leans in, voice smooth, laced with quiet arrogance. “Then say it again.”

You falter. “W-what?”

He’s closer now, heat radiating from him like always, his gaze so sharp it cuts through every ounce of bravado you built up. “You like saying it, right? So say it again. I wanna hear what it sounds like when you actually mean it.”

God, he’s too good at this. You don’t even remember why you started teasing him in the first place.

You finally manage to say it—soft and breathy this time, no joke to hide behind: “Katsuki…”

He smirks, smug as hell. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

And then he goes back to eating his noodles like he didn’t just obliterate your entire existence with one sentence.

You're left staring, half in love, half in hell.

And fully convinced: he knows exactly what he’s doing now.

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Okay, but bakugo leaning down to hear you🥺🥺🥺

It always starts the same way.

You’re saying something — usually in that normal, not-too-loud tone you use with everyone — and Katsuki Bakugo is across from you, arms crossed, scowl half-baked, like he’s listening but not really listening. Then, inevitably, his brow furrows, and you see the moment he catches the tail end of your words but realizes he didn’t catch enough.

Instead of saying What? like a normal human being, he does this thing.

The lean.

He steps into your space — not enough to be inappropriate, but enough that you can smell the faint burn of nitroglycerin and that sharp, clean soap he pretends he doesn’t use. He tilts his head slightly down, chin angling toward you, eyes locked on your mouth like your words are something to catch before they slip away.

“What was that?” His voice is low, not because he’s trying to be gentle, but because he’s listening. It’s rough around the edges, like the sound has to be dragged over gravel before it leaves him.

You repeat yourself, a little slower this time, and his eyes don’t leave you.

“Mhm,” he says — and it’s not just a sound, it’s Bakugo’s mhm. Short, deep, approving in that rare way, like he’s filing away what you said because it matters now.

One time, you were sitting at your desk in class, mumbling something about how the weather was nice, and he crouched slightly beside you to catch it, forearms resting on his knees, the sunlight streaking through the window and catching in his messy hair.

“You talk like a damn mouse,” he muttered, smirking faintly, “and then get pissed when people don’t hear you.”

“I wasn’t pissed,” you protested, looking anywhere but at him.

“Tch. Yeah, you were.” He leaned even closer, your elbows almost brushing. “Say it again.”

“…The weather’s nice,” you said, barely above a whisper.

He smirked wider, like he’d just won something. “Yeah. Guess it is.” And then he straightened up and walked away like he hadn’t just been that close for no reason.

It became a habit. Group conversations? He’d bend down slightly when you spoke, eyes narrowing in focus. Crowded hallways? He’d drop his head toward yours so you didn’t have to shout. Even during training debriefs, when you muttered something under your breath, he’d be there, leaning in with a sharp, “Say that again?” as if you were the only voice worth catching.

The worst part? You were starting to get used to it — to the way his attention made you feel like your words were worth hearing, worth leaning in for.

And he knew it.

You could see it in the small, knowing quirk of his mouth every time he straightened back up.

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Hold on tight

Warnings: dry humping, semi public, cumming (both), nudity, non penetration, x reader

Finally you were granted some vacation away from Linkon, of course you will not spend them alone. Sylus accompanied you and even organized your trip, beautiful hotel with view on the ocean, 5 stars restaurants, discovering the city at night and so much more. Today schedule was going to the beach and jet skiing. You were so excited since it was going to be your first time doing this, you couldn’t even stand in place at the jet ski spot looking for which one you’re going to choose. Your boyfriend paid for the activity and put your stuff in a locker before joining you again.

“Did you choose which one we’re going to ride kitten?” He pointed at the row of jet ski on the water in front of you. Your brows furrowed in incomprehension. “What do you mean by "we" Sylus?” The white haired guy let out a chuckle. “We’re going on the same one, why would I want to do jet ski if you’re not close to me.” You look up at him. “That was a sly move Sy…” He grin and raises his shoulders.

After choosing your ride, you climb in front of your lover and start off the engine before surfing through the waves getting farther to the coast. Sylus start off slow, getting used to the machine and not trying to scare you. “Are you okay kitten?” You turn your head back to him. “I’m okay, can we go faster now?” You ask with a smile. “Whatever my princess wants she gets.” The engine starts roaring louder and your speed increase in a split second making the both of you fly from your seats. The ride became bumpy causing your plump ass to collide with Sylus’s bulge each time a wave came in contact with the jet ski, you didn’t pay attention at first, enjoying the moment and the feeling of freedom as you slide on the ocean. A groan from behind pull you out of your daze, you look back worried. “Babe are you okay? Did you get hurt anywhere?” How could he not succumb after seeing your doe eyes staring at him and your ass on his more private part.

In a swift motion he stopped and make you face him, putting you on his lap, now clearly aware of the tent in his swimsuit. Your eyes widened in surprise and you look around you if anyone could see both of you in this intimate pose. “Sy, what are you doing now?” A giggle escaping your throat. “Making full use of this ride sweetie, I make it a little bit more fun. Hold on tight.”

Your arms wrapped automatically around his neck and your head bump into his chest as he restarts speeding. This time when your body fly off of your seat, that is now Sylus’s lap, you end up on his groin, practically humping him. To prevent any noises you bite slightly your lips at every hump. “Want to hear you sweetheart.” A grin takes place on his face as he glances at you and the horizon at the same time. “But, what if someone hears?” You answer unsure. “There’s no one around here, I’m the only who’s going to and should hear you like this.” Then he continued riding the waves with speed while bucking his hips up to come in contact with yours. Even without going in the water both of your swimsuits were drenched. He was growing bigger and bigger by the minute making you clench around nothing. In desperation you grind your hips into his too, seeking your release. Even though he try to maintain his composure while driving, he let out small groan and moans slipped through his lips.

“Darling-ah you need to cum first, or else I would explode before you do…” You nod frantically and grind your hips faster on him causing both of you to whimper. One of your hand slowly reaches out to his balls that are covered with his bath suit, you apply some pressure and caress them. “It’s okay if you come first babe, ngh you deserve it after all.” At the mere feeling of your hand on him and your sweet voice tingling his ear he suddenly stopped the jet ski rolling his eyes behind his skull with a loud groan. “D-darling wait…stop…please.” You back off your hand with a smirk when you saw your boyfriend’s face all red after your ministrations. In a blink of an eye he tug off his swimsuit enough to free his twitching cock. It didn’t matter how many time you already saw him naked, you were always taking aback from his huge cock. Tip painted in a cute pink, veins popping all around his girth. “We need to be fast, it will feel better this way…”

He pulls your pantie on the side and rub his length all over your folds in a frantic pace, making the jet ski moving around. Your poor clit was abused by his bulbous tip that came constantly in contact. “I-I will not last long kitten huh you need to cum now. Come for me like a good girl so I can paint you with my cum next…” His pace makes him breathless and your pussy, was so pretty and perfect that he thought that he was in heaven. His lips came crashing into yours, tongue fighting for dominance when suddenly you reached your peak in a high pitched moan. “Oooh, did so good for me my princess, need to return ah the favor right?”

It took him not even three hump of his hips to come in a long and deep groan. His cum spilling of his slit in numerous pump smearing everywhere on your cunt. After a while you both regain control of your body after savoring this orgasm. A last kiss was shared before you get your swimsuit in the right place.

“Hopefully we’re surrounded by water so we can wash this mess easily hm?” He looked at your cum covered thighs with a smirk before jumping to the water with you in his arms.

Sorry for not posting guys, I don’t have any inspiration, so if you have any writing ideas I take it :).

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"sylus, do you want kids?"

it's taken you three years to finally gather the courage to pose that question. neither of you ever brought it up, and it's probably because you'd mentioned a personal distaste for the notion of having them back in the early days of your relationship. you didn't want the inconvenience, the pain, the pressure, the change, the loss of comfort. you'd always had the mindset that you'd rather regret never having children than regret having them. you won't let your children, if you ever have any, grow up thinking they were a mistake and unwanted.

he stops in his movements with the bowl in front of him. he's currently making dinner, stirring the marinade for the beef he's going to stir fry, and looks over at you. you're sitting on a stool at the island bench to his left, enjoying a glass of wine, but your mood sobered when the lighthearted conversation from earlier died down into companionable silence, and your mind wandered to other things. why they strayed to the prospect of children and finally starting a family? you haven't the faintest idea.

"what makes you ask?" is his reply. careful, quiet, trying to work out where you're going with this. sylus finally starts placing the beef strips into the sauce to marinate, and then he gets started on chopping vegetables. you get up to grab out the wok for him, and shrug. "dunno. just a thought."

"it's your call, sweetheart," he says softly, hands deft as the kitchen resounds with the sound of a knife hitting wood. "you said you never wanted them."

"yeah." you pour some oil into the wok and grab out a knife also, cutting the ends of an onion off and peeling it. "it's just, well...i never asked what you wanted, you know? you say it's my call, but it's yours, too. we're married and what all those stories call 'one flesh'. it takes two, so it's your choice as well."

"i understand that you don't want to experience labour. i can't say i'm eager to see you in such agony, either."

"but it's well-rewarded," you reply, slowly slicing the onion, thoughts all over the place. "at least, that's what happy couples and families say. we're a happy couple. i think you'd make an excellent father. you're good with kids."

it's silent for a few moments, where there's just the sound cutting and slicing and scraping of knives against two boards, and then sylus speaks up again. "i've always wished to have children with you."

you stop, staring at the diced vegetable in front of you, and tears spring to your eyes. it's the sting of the onion, that's all it is. "...yeah?"

"yeah."

"i see." you lift your shoulder and turn your head to wipe your eyes against your shirt, sniffling. it's the onion. just the onion. "for how long?"

"years." two large, tanned hands enter your blurred line of sight, take the knife out of your hand, and engulf them in his own. you're blinking rapidly, trying to expel the sting and surging emotions and you peer up at your husband through the tears. you can make out a soft smile. "i was sad when you said you didn't want any, but i understood. i still do."

"what if..." you give up on your shirt and step into his chest to use his. just to wipe the tears. not to bury your face into it. "what if i've changed my mind?"

"then i'd be overjoyed."

"it's going to be hard."

"yes, it will, but when isn't everything?"

you grin a little, sniffling. "girl or boy?"

he rubs loving circles into your back. "i've always wanted a baby girl."

"just one?"

"why?" sylus eases you away from him enough snicker down at you. "eager for more?"

you smack his bicep, flushed, biting back laughter. "you know that's not what i meant, you big oaf!" you let him chuckle and let yourself get all hot and bothered, and then you sober a little. "it's just, well...the kid's gotta have siblings, you know?"

"it's still your call, sweetheart."

"i'm asking you what you want, though. how many?"

sylus appears to ponder it for a moment, arms still wrapped around you. "hm. three? four? perhaps two. we've already got enough on our plate."

"with the twins, you mean?"

his answering grin is soft. "yeah. if you want."

you squish your face back into his chest, inhaling his scent, listening to his heartbeat, savouring his warmth. "...four'll do."

"what if there's an unplanned fifth?"

"then that'll be your fault. and then we'll have five kids."

full, familiar lips you adore so much brush the top of your head in a sweet peck. "that sounds nice, doesn't it?"

perhaps you've softened to the idea of childbirth and having mini syluses and mini yous darting about the place. getting in your way, getting in his way, wailing and giggling and whining for ice cream. it's something you can easily imagine with this man.

so you clutch him to you tightly, smiling. "yeah. it does."

[simporado]

My Awkward Boss

read the manga “we can't do just plain love” and got inspired

Trigger warnings: awkward!sylus, clumsy!sylus, male masturbation, size kink, boss x assistant relationship, blushing Sylus, pathetic!sylus?, Sylus and reader fantasize about one another

A month had passed since you started working at N109 Tech Company. You had managed to secure the position as the CEO’s executive assistant. In the weeks you had been there, two things had made themselves abundantly clear; you had a thing for men who looked as though they could manhandle you into any position they wanted to, and your boss, Sylus Qin, fit that very part.

Unfortunately, he was sort of on the awkward side.

Every day from your cutely decorated desk, you watched as he’d step off the elevator while tugging at his pressed tie and fumbling with the stack of papers he left with the night before. The poor folders held coffee stains and creases as he returned them to you. Whenever he’d stand before your desk, his eyes seemed to look at everything but you.

It left you wondering if he found you unappealing.

Fearing you would bring shame to the company, you made sure to wake up a little early on the days you’d be going into the office just to get ready. Stray hairs were tamed and the lightest amount of makeup was applied to your face. Your very first paycheck was used to purchase more formal clothing.

The day you showed up to the office dressed in shapely, black slacks and a pink silk shirt that had a bow at the collar, you watched as Sylus glanced at you, offering his usual good morning before he did a double-take, bumping into the threshold of his office door.

“Mr. Qin, are you alright!”

His words seemed to get caught in his throat as he fumbled to come up with a response. He brought a nervous hand up to slick back his hair and pushed his thin-rimmed glasses up his nose as they had slid down from the force of the impact.

You had made your way over to him, picking up the folders that fell from his grasp, neatly organizing them, and handing them to him.

“I-I…Yes! I’m-I’m fine. Thank you.”

The sight of his cheeks burning an adorable pink will forever be etched into your mind.

Since that day, he has had an even harder time maintaining eye contact with you. Now when he had to go to you, to offer himself a distraction, he developed the habit of messing with the little figurines you had so neatly placed on your desk.

It was too bad that most of the time, you’d be the one going to him.

He recognized the way you knocked, quickly running a hand down the front of his shirt to smooth out any wrinkles and straightening his slouched position. There was nowhere for him to run when you stepped into his office, so he busied himself with randomly clicking on his monitor, pressing random keys.

He’d make sure to listen to everything you had to say, stealing glances at your figure as your eyes trailed over the notes you had written down on a pink notepad.

Unbeknownst to you, his eyes would linger every once and a while. From the soft curve of your jaw to the slope that made up your thighs, he ended up having to clasp his hands together before him, thumbnail picking at the skin. He’d thank you for any updates, offering a quick praise, watching as you gave him a soft smile before shutting the door behind you.

With the smell of your perfume lingering in his office and your pretty face flashing throughout his mind, he focused on the fact that his slacks had grown significantly tighter. In a skittish manner, he hurriedly pulled up the footage that gave him a live view of you at your desk. Looking at the time, relieved that he had forty-five minutes before he had to attend a meeting, he pulled himself out of his pants.

The head of his cock was wet from the pearlescent beads that had managed to spill out. Spitting a fat glob of saliva onto his palm, a guttural moan left him as he took himself into his hand. He started slow, watching the monitor where you stood, signing for a package delivery.

“S’fucking pretty.” He moaned, imagining it was your tongue swirling around the mushroom tip and not his finger. “So sweet…so fucking sweet for me…”

He could only assume you’d have a hard time taking him into your mouth due to the size but your eagerness to please would only fuel you as he noticed the sparkle in your eyes every time he praised you.

His hips bucked as you bent over, awarding him with the sight of your ass. He cursed as he envisioned what it would be like to squeeze the shapely globes as he fucked you from behind. The jiggle that appeared after his pelvis met your behind would surely have him painting your back with thick ropes of white.

With his head tilting back against the leather seat and his mouth falling open, his grip tightened, pace quickening.

“Need your mouth on me, sweetie…ngh-ah…need-ah-to feel how warm and wet you are. Bet that cunt of yours would-would struggle to take me…ngh-not to worry-make it fit…we’ll make it fit, w-won’t we, sweetie?”

He could feel how his abdomen flexed and his balls drew up before spilling his seed into his free hand. All the air in his lungs left him for a few seconds, the orgasmic sensation taking over his whole body. Your name fell from his lips like a whispered prayer as his eyes found you on his monitor once more.

You were wearing that adorable little frown that appeared when you were busy typing away.

Immediately after catching his breath, he made quick work of cleaning himself up and tucking himself back into his slacks. He went back to his many emails for the next few minutes, stopping when it was time to go to the fourth floor for his meeting.

You were already waiting for him by the time he stepped out of his office, the leather portfolio you used for note-taking clutched against your chest. The beating of his heart picked up as you beamed at him.

“I was worried we’d be late! Ready, Mr. Qin?”

“I told you to call me Sylus.” He muttered in an almost child-like manner as the two of you made your way towards the elevator. “I’m not that much older than you.”

You giggled, the sound causing his cheeks to burn.

“Still, you’re not only my senior, but my boss too.”

A pleasant silence filled the elevator once the door closed only to be disrupted when it stopped a few floors away from your destination. The other employees piled into the metal shaft, greeting their boss with cheerful words and large grins.

Sylus and you were forced together into a corner, his arm coming to lie against the wall to prevent you from being squished. His broad figure caged you, protected you from all the nudging and pushing.

You couldn’t ignore how your face burned, your eyes choosing to settle on his golden tie pin instead of his god-like face. It didn’t help that he suddenly found the courage to look you in the eye, his head tilted down towards yours. You could feel the air that escaped from his nose brush against your forehead.

The man’s stature made him imposing from afar but your current position was proof that if he wanted to, he could wrangle you into whatever position he desired. His bicep flexed under his suit jacket, the muscles pressing up against the cloth as he held himself off of you.

Even the width of his chest seem to grow in size. You were a hundred percent sure he had the stamina and strength to push you against a wall and eat you out, all while holding you up on his own.

While he was dorky at times and kind of a klutz, you knew under all those dry-cleaned button-ups, pressed slacks, and high-end shoes, was an impressive body that resembled those crafted out of porcelain. If the length of his fingers and hand size were any indication of what he carried between his legs, you’d have a hard time sitting comfortably after spending the night with him.

Surely you’d be able to make it work. If those R-rated videos taught you something, it was that the human body could withstand a lot more than one would think possible. You just needed a smidge of courage and a whole lot of lube.

While you were transfixed on the dirty thoughts playing in your mind, Sylus was preening like a peacock. He was unconsciously trying to impress you as he made his chest puff out and the breadth of his shoulders grew.

At a certain moment, your bodies were forced together, and a gasp pulled from your chest. The two of you refused to move, fearing what reactions this would pull from your body, but it was too late.

You could feel the heat radiating off of Sylus’ cock, the length of it digging into your tummy. Mustering up the courage, you looked up at him, only to freeze as his ruby colored eyes were clouded with what you could only assume was lust. His jaw clenched. While his cheeks burned from embarrassment, yours were from interest.

Though your reactions had different meanings, the words filtering throughout your mind were the same.

“Fuck me.”

Had a lot of fun writing this tbh. Not edited but enjoy either way, lovelies

[simporado]

Sylus yearns. He needs you all over him under his tight composure. Sylus savors the idea of letting your petite body take control, clumsy hands, stumbly movements. He enjoys watching you channel so much focus for just unbuttoning his shirt and guides you acutely. He wants you to be bossy on top of him, pulling the leash on him to your amusement. He is aware he holds more power, but it's with you that he wants to feel vulnerable, weak, and at peace. He wants to be shutted up when he mansplains you on how to ride his cock, stuffing your lingerie in his mouth. He desires to feel helpless, tied down when you bounce on him, even tho his hands are free, around your waist holding you in place. And when you are all beat after using him(as he prefers to phrase it), he wants to cradle you close, wash you up, look after you for any discomfort. "Done using me?" mumbles quietly hanging a smirk on his lips, panting heavily holding you from collapsing. He doesn't care if he cums, his eyes chase your face, desperate to find you content, dizzy from all pleasure he keeps pushing in you.

[simporado]

God I bet Katsuki's hands just feel so gentle on your face. It makes me dizzy.

He's huge. Katsuki Bakugou is quite the man. Angry, stubborn, tall and strong — the list goes on. His hands match.

When he cups your face it's dizzying how tender it is. His hands are scarred from various fights and the alike. Thick thumbs trace over the plush of your cheeks hesitantly. Static electricity buzzes in their wake across your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

You gaze up into cherry eyes just in time for his lips to slot over yours. And gods, his right hand slips to cradle the back of your head. As if you're fragile. His teeth nip at the flesh of your lower lip, effectively plumping them.

Is the world spinning or are you just high on the way his tongue tastes? You don't know. But you are acutely aware that he's pulling you in for more.

Hhnnngh

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》 ✐ᝰ this request is the latest thing ever and ik it's not exactly what you asked for butttt ENJOY!!

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Katsuki Bakugou is many things — the number four pro hero, an explosive powerhouse, a menace to villains everywhere.

But most of all?

He is a wife-fearing man.

You’re not even sure how the argument started — as most arguments go between the two of you. One moment, it was a calm conversation. The next? A full-on clash of stubborn wills and sharp tongues. And given both of your fiery tempers, it stopped being about the issue pretty quickly and turned into Katsuki spitting frustrated words while you met him with razor-edged comebacks.

"Fucking hell, you can be so overbearing sometimes—"

As soon as the words leave his mouth, his expression shifts. The angry flush drains from his face, leaving it ghostly pale.

Silence.

You stare at your mug of tea. Freshly brewed. Still scalding hot. You take a slow sip, face neutral, unmoved by the burn.

But you don’t say a word.

And that’s when Katsuki knows he’s fucked.

Because if there’s one thing he’s learned about you over the years — it’s that when you’re angry, you let him have it. But when you’re upset? You go quiet. The snarky mouth he loves so much goes still. And suddenly the silence is louder than any yelling.

His stomach twists with guilt. He wants to say something, but the words won’t come. The kitchen hangs in thick, uneasy quiet.

Then you speak.

"Katsuki?"

He perks up immediately, almost hopeful.

"Go take a shower," you say, voice calm but firm. "And get some damn rest."

Oh.

Right.

You were arguing because he’s been overworking himself again — refusing to take breaks, pushing his limits, doing everything but listening to you.

"...Yes, ma’am," he mutters a little too quickly, already turning to shuffle away.

You watch him go, hiding your amused smile behind another sip of tea.

He trips on the first step, catching himself with a muttered “fuck” before disappearing up the stairs.

Needless to say, you won that argument — as you always do. Katsuki can never really say no to you, not when you look at him like that.

Ten minutes later, freshly showered and towel-drying his hair with a sheepish look on his face, he picks up his phone.

Calls the agency.

Grunts a single word into the line: “Wife.”

Then hangs up.

No one questions it.

He doesn’t even have to explain — it’s universally understood that he won’t be showing his face at work for the next few days.

You’ve made sure of it.

A/N: yippee more badass reader hehe

[simporado]

Cowboy! Bakugou with a city girl! reader.

The man wears a dusty, black Stetson low over his fiery crimson eyes, a weathered leather duster coat, and gloves with the fingers cut out. His spurs are real gold and loud. Always smells like smoked cedar, gunpowder, and sun-scorched leather. He’s the kind of man who makes silence feel loud. Calloused hands from long days of ranch work and breaking in wild stallions. He’s got a scar running from his cheek right under his eye — rumor is it’s from a war, but he won’t say.

The first time he saw you? You rode into town wearing boots too clean and eyes too curious. A city girl, clearly. Dressed wrong for the heat, asking the bartender where you could find work, and looking just a little too soft for the dust-covered world he knew. Bakugou was at the bar, boots propped up, hat low. He noticed you immediately but didn’t say a word. Just watched. Judged. Maybe even sneered a little. But when some drunk ranch hand tried getting handsy, he was up before anyone else. Bakugou respected women, even if they were from the world he didn’t know.

“She ain’t interested,” he growled, grabbing the guy by the collar and slamming him against a post outside. “Get lost.”

You didn’t even get a thank you from him. Just a glare, a nod, and him muttering, “Try not to get yourself killed out here girl.”

That was the first time.

⸻

Bakugou didn’t fall for you quick — not his style. But you stuck around. You found work at the local feed shop, eventually learning how to wrangle sacks of grain like the rest of them. You kinda minded the dirt, but started showing up with grease on your hands and a smudge on your cheek. And Bakugou… he noticed.

He’d start coming by more often — always with some excuse. “Damn horses hoof is split again,” or “You sellin’ that one rope I like?” But he never really bought anything. Just leaned on the counter, arms crossed, eyes never leaving you.

He started liking you when he saw you were learning, persevering, holding reins with shaking hands, trying to learn how to aim a repeater, you were trying. And that’s more than what he’s ever seen another city firl do.

⸻

Once he confesses, it when your in a rough spot.

After being judged and talked about, underestimated and named called by the people in the town.. it stung.

You weren’t built for the country side.

Your hands blistered after your first week working the stables. Your accent stuck out like a sore thumb. You flinched the first time a bull snorted too close, and you swore up and down you’d never get used to the sound of coyotes at night.

Bakugou noticed all of it. Sure he’d tease and prod at you, calling you soft and hopeless, but he never meant it.. And he never once let anyone else say it.

So when you overheard some locals whispering about you at the diner — calling you a tourist, a pretty little thing playing dress-up — you shrugged it off. You were used to being underestimated.

But it still hurt.

Bakugou found you later behind the barn, arms crossed, face hard. You tried to brush it off, but he wasn’t having it. “What the hell are you sulkin’ about?” He asked leaning on the barn wall beside you, the wood creaking slightly.

You told him. Straight up. “Maybe they’re right. Maybe I don’t belong out here.”

He stood there, staring at you like you’d just told him the damn sky was green. And then… he snapped.

“I’m gettin’ real tired of you talkin’ like that.”

You blinked. “Like what?”

Bakugou spoke with a little bit of fire in his voice, “Like you don’t matter. Like you ain’t worth a damn just ‘cause you ain’t got dirt in your veins.” You frowned, crossing your arms. “I don’t belong here, Katsuki. I can’t rope a calf or fix a fence or even—”

“You belong right next to me,” he growled, cutting you off stepping close.

And after that you were his. Point blank. He made you feel like you belonged in a world full of the dry red dirt and the coyotes howling at night, a world you didn’t quite understand, but he still made you feel like you belonged there.

⸻

Bakugou is one kind of person who can make people shaken and fearful just by walking with the anger surrounding him. But with you? Not happening one bit.

He doesn’t trust easy, but once he does? You’re his. Loyal like a wolf and dangerous like a revolver half-cocked.

When you start adapting? Learning how to ride, fix things, wear denim like it’s second nature? He gets so proud but doesn’t say it out loud — just watches you from across the field with a smirk and a little, “Hmph. ’Bout time.

He’s not a soft, lovey-dovey boyfriend — but his actions scream mine in every language. Back hugs while you’re cooking. Pulls you onto his lap when you’re cold. Keeps your favorite lip gloss in his truck’s glove box. When he kisses you? It’s rough and hot, usually right after a fight or when he thinks you’re too pretty to ignore.. which is all the time.

[simporado]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do a Katsuki Bakugo x fem Reader, where to keep some creepy suitor away, Bakugo agrees to pretend to be Reader’s boyfriend. It was only supposed to last a week or two, with the whole holding each other's hands in public, walking her to class, maybe a kiss on the cheek, etc. But, over time, the fake flirting starts feeling genuine and real. The lines begin to blur, so when Reader gets flustered during one of their staged moments, Bakugo starts to wonder if she's feeling what he's feeling too? I guess you can say, there might be some "Explosive Chemistry" between them?

“Explosive Chemistry”

Fake Dating; Bakugou x Fem!reader -requested- (Hii wasn’t sure what you meant entirely by explosive chemistry but I tried..?)

“She laughs like I’m not the meanest fucker in the room. Like I’m not the guy everyone avoids pissing off. And when she looks at me, really looks at me, it’s like she sees somethin’ good. Somethin’ I didn’t even know was there. Drives me insane. But I don’t wanna lose that. I don’t wanna lose her.”

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It started as a favor.

A dumb, annoying, why-the-hell-did-I-agree-to-this kind of favor. You’d asked him one afternoon after training, eyes a little too hopeful, voice low so the others wouldn’t hear. “Just for a couple weeks,” you said, glancing over your shoulder at some second-year creep who wouldn’t leave you alone. “He’ll back off if he thinks I’m dating someone. Just until he gets bored.” Bakugou rolled his eyes so hard it hurt. “Tch. You couldn’t ask, like, anyone else?”

You smiled, kind of sheepishly. “You’re the scariest one I know.” Damn it. You knew exactly what to say. So he agreed. For a week. Two, max. Walks to class. A hand on your lower back. Maybe a kiss on the cheek if the loser was watching. Nothing serious. He’d bite his tongue, get it over with, and things would go back to normal. Except they didn’t.

Not really.

Because the hand-holding didn’t feel weird after the second day. Because walking you to class turned into waiting for you, every time, even when you were late. Because when you laughed all bright and unguarded, right after he told some prick to back the hell off, something ugly, possessive twisted in his chest and he couldn’t untangle it. And now?

Now it’s three weeks in, and he’s the one brushing your hair out of your face, leaning in a little too close when he talks, catching himself staring at your mouth mid-conversation and not looking away fast enough. You’re both in the courtyard, alone. A quiet spot behind the dorms. You’re sitting beside him, talking about something small, meaningless. He leans in, murmuring something about “playing it up” in case that creep’s still watching. His voice drops lower than usual, rough and warm right next to your ear. “Act like you missed me, dumbass.” It’s meant to be teasing. You know that. A stupid line for a stupid “fake” scenario. But your face goes hot anyway, cheeks blooming red as you fumble a reply, lips parting like you’ve forgotten how words work.

“Maybe, I did..” You don’t meet his eyes. And that’s when he notices it. The little hitch in your breath. The way your fingers twitch like they’re debating whether to reach for his. The way you don’t recover, not with a snarky comment or a playful jab like usual, but with silence. Flustered silence? Maybe?

And something in Bakugou pauses. Because that? That wasn’t just acting.

Bakugou’s stomach turns. Not because he doesn’t know how he feels he does but because it’s too much. Too complicated. You’re soft. Kind. The type who actually listens to people. You sit with him at lunch, even when he’s being a dick. You walk at his pace even when he’s dragging his feet. And when you hold his hand, even when no one’s looking, you don’t let go right away. He stares at you, heart thudding louder in his chest than he wants to admit. His mouth opens, closes again. Then “You good?” You nod too fast. “Mhm. Yep. Totally fine.”

He squints. “You’re red,”

“No, I’m not.”,

“You’re blushin’”

“No, I, Shut up.”

You bury your face in your hands and groan. And suddenly, he’s not sure what part of this is real anymore. Because that look on your face, that nervous, breathless, hoping-it-meant-something look, it’s the same one he’s been trying to hide for weeks. He sits back a little, arms crossed over his chest like he’s guarding something. “…Don’t look at me like that if you don’t mean it,” he says, quiet but firm.

You blink. “What..?” He doesn’t repeat it. He doesn’t have to. (Really he doesn’t want to but shhh)

Because now you’re staring at him, and for once, the line between pretending and real feels thin enough to break with just one more heartbeat.

And he wonders, maybe hopes, that you feel it too.