#and he said yes st*pid now stop calling me

[ihatebnha]

Yes hi can I geettttttt one large Katsuki with a side of dick please?

yes ma'am coming right up....... ok its ready come pick it up at the register

keyword: LARGE katsuki... extra large... 2 XL.... 3 xl.... head go brrrrr

premise: where in which you model dynamight’s new clothing line and for whatever reason dynamight himself can’t keep his hands off of u...

enjoy <3<3 i kinda popped off lowkey (even tho i ended up using his hero name smh im sowwy)

-

It’s not like you’re small.

You think you’re a good size. Absolutely fine, of a perfect height, in a perfect body, everything. There is not a single thing about you that isn’t normal or expected, and for all the time you spend thinking about your looks, in the end, your body, for all it’s worth, is yours and actually quite comfortable.

But damn. If Katsuki Bakugo, the infamous, the incredible, Dynamight, isn’t one of the largest men you have ever seen in your fucking life.

In comparison to him, you might as well be the size of a kid. A doll.

It’s not like you didn’t know this... or at least, could have guessed. His height is broadcasted to the world in all the interviews he’s in, and mentioned in almost every hero gossip magazine like it’s the only cool thing about him… It’s just that, in real life, he’s a bit more... imposing… than you thought he would be. 

The only real images you have of him are from the sports festivals you watched when you were younger, and the blurry shots from the news that play on repeat almost every day.

Neither of which truly encapsulate the sheer size of him in comparison to you, and really, what a powerhouse of a man he actually is.

Bakugo towers over everyone, at least by a full head, and what he doesn’t have in height, he makes up for in bulk. His body is nothing less than that of a statue’s, and by all means just goes to show anyone, villain or not, that he is an absolute machine of destruction, a predator, you name it, wrapped in muscle and sinew and brutal, pink scars.

And he is currently shirtless, standing on the well-lit, white tarp of the studio background, waiting for you.

“Where’s the new extra?”

He bemoans, his expression curved into a mean scowl, practically stomping a foot in the direction of his manager, to which your stomach does flip flops and your heart sinks. Too busy caught up in watching him from afar, you rush to pull off the robe they draped you in and hurry to his side, dressed only in a Dynamight themed lingerie set and boots, held together with ridged, green garters.

“I’m here, I’m sorry, I-“

Bakugo’s eyes flit to yours, halting your nervous words instantly, before moving his gaze to look you up and down as he nods his head back and gestures to his side.

“Doesn’t matter now,” he purrs, his voice deep and rough, a hand reaching out to grab your arm, “Get over here.”

You nod, quickly, your teeth knocking together as you move into position beside him and face the camera that’s been teasing you since you got here.

Hired to model a new line of intimate, Dynamight clothing march, you know that his agency only called you because everyone else on their roster had quit. They called you because supposedly Dynamight was sick of looking at “models…” and said that out of everyone, you were the only one he had approved of… Though you know that probably just means that all the other girls were chased away by Bakugo’s mean snarl, and you were the first replacement to answer the phone.

Still…

Part of you doesn’t entirely believe that, at least if the way you feel Katsuki Bakugo practically salivating over your shoulder is anything to go by, his wide chest against your back as he very, non-discreetly presses his hips into your ass and runs his thick hand over your sides.

And when the sounds of shutters start going off, your expression now neutralized for the camera and nervousness long buried for another time, you can’t help but let yourself lean back into him, your hands moving to rest on his as he grips your waist with the strength only a hero in the Top Ten could have.

-

If you thought that Bakugo was large before… you are definitely not disappointed now.

You are on your knees in front of him, his legs spread to accommodate the way you sit between them, and your hands on his thighs as he hastily frees his cock from the cage that is his sweatpants.

You can’t help but gape, staring open-mouthed at the already hard member, which curves upward toward his belly and is surrounded by fine, blonde pubes.

“Surprised?” he mutters, a knowing lilt to his raspy voice, enjoying the sight of you going slack jawed, and he smirks at your expression, his canines bared and eyes heavy-lidded.

It’s large. So large you suddenly wonder what you’re doing, and how the hell you’re going to please him properly. He’s definitely the biggest you’ve seen probably... ever, and though the feelings are mostly overwhelmed by a twisted sense of desire, fear strikes your heart when you think about taking him in your mouth and… elsewhere.

You narrow your eyes, one hand reaching out to gently grip the shaft, the head unashamedly dripping a milky precum which you use to give him a few timid pumps before looking to his eyes for confirmation that that is what he wants.

He groans immediately, almost sounding relieved, throwing his head back onto the back of the chair as you shyly work him.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, you know,” he says into the air, “You and that fuckin’ body.”

To be honest, it’s no surprise, especially when you consider how he practically didn’t take his hands off you the entire shoot, and think about the fact that in more than a few of the photos you took, his mouth was on some part of your body…

You can’t help but worry your lip between your teeth thinking about it, blinking up at him and staying silent.

“What, you scared of me or something, baby?”

Bakugo tilts his head toward yours, an eyebrow raised in question, aiming to close the gap between your faces but not quite entirely. 

“No, I just…” you hesitate, unsure of how to proceed. If anyone knows how attractive Bakugo is, it’s he himself, and you definitely don’t want to ruin the moment by saying something stupid.

You also don’t want him in on the information that you’ve never been with a guy so big, alongside the fact that you’ve never been with a Pro Hero of his caliber, either, afraid that maybe he’ll mock you for your inexperience or sudden petulance, and in thinking so, you settle with a shrug, a smile, and a simple,

“I’m just nervous.”

Though your hand on his dick slows to an embarrassing stop, being that you’re too preoccupied with trying to fight the urge to shy away from his intense red eyes, his smile only returns, still cocky, still Bakugo, but nonetheless quite sweet. 

And in his smile, in the way he wraps one hand around yours on his cock before leaning down to kiss you, it doesn’t take much thought to know that he’ll most definitely take care of you, big dick or not. 

He’s a hero, after all, the biggest one you know. 

-

The pictures end up being released about a month later, to which all of your friends (and almost the entirety of Japan) immediately pick up their phone to ask you about. They gush over Dynamight, telling you how lucky you are to have scored the modeling gig, to have been so up close and personal with the Dynamight himself, but you can only laugh in response.

Looking at the photos, though, you can see what they mean, as once again you are reminded of just the sheer size of him, the images doing nothing to hide the way your head doesn’t even reach his chin, or how his fingers on your waist easily dip toward your belly button in a tight squeeze.

Or the fact that in all of them, he looks at you like he’s absolutely, positively smitten.

And from the glaring, possessive look in his eyes, you are also reminded of your escapade in the dressing room, the way Bakugo smiled at you, and the large cock that will haunt your sexual fantasies for the rest of your life.  

It’s honestly no wonder that, when the Dynamight himself posts a photo from the shoot on his personal page, the caption is a bold, “call me.”

[sg-m31]

Bittersweet Memories (A Party Hard Fanfic)

This is a s/i fanfic for the game “Party Hard”, the things you should consider before reading are: the game has violence, use of medicinal drugs, smoking and the main character is a cop with split personality.

So, uh…

TW for the following:

A girl will be beaten up by a gang.

Blood mention.

Mention of running away from home.

Abusive family (more specifically an abusive mother, verbally and physically).

The words “st*pid b*tch” said by the mother to address the protagonist.

She could remember perfectly the first time they met… such a sad day, but in the end, those were only a couple bittersweet memories…

It was cold. Really cold.

It was dark. She was scared. Running away that night seemed like a solid plan to her just a few moments ago… Oh, how much she missed being sheltered from that damned cold breeze of air that didn’t seem to stop.

She wandered around the labyrinthic streets of the city, hoping for the best, or at least, the safest scenario.

It was getting darker. She was getting worried. She turned in a corner, and there, she was greeted with an unpleasant sight.

People… most likely a gang.

She was ready to turn around and run, but someone grabbed her by the arm. She couldn’t see their faces, but something told her they all were smiling.

“Well, well, well… look what we have got here…” The one who was grabbing her spoke.

“What do you want?” She said, struggling to set herself free from the grab, “Leave me alone or I’ll-”

“You’ll what, huh? You have entered our territory, you belong to us now, girl,” One voice from the crowd spoke mockingly.

“Shut up! I won’t do anything for any you!”

“Oh, we’ve got a tough girl with us…” The grip around her arm tightened, “break her bones, guys,” said her captor as a bunch of hands grabbed her, ready to paint the asphalt red with her blood.

She was down, barely covering her face in a futile attempt of shielding herself from their blows and kicks, when they stopped.

The distinctive sound of a siren was heard, barely muffled by the walls.

They murmured among themselves, then one of them yelled, “IT’S THE POLICE!” and chaos spread.

She saw the flashing red and blue lights, then she heard footsteps, people yelling at each other, and the distant sound of someone speaking trough a radio. She tried to stand, but her head was spinning. Everything hurted. She turned to the police car, and saw some of the members of the gang inside.

“Keep looking around, they must be here somewhere,"someone said, she turned to see.

"Yes, sir!” More footsteps, and then, the man who stayed noticed her. She flinched.

“I guess you’re the victim,” he walked towards her.

“And judging from your language I guess you’re a professional,” she said, barely caring about the repercussions of her actions.

He chuckled, “you’re a funny girl… What’s your name?”

“Uh… Raven,” she said, startled by the cop’s attitude, “Raven Nightingale.”

“Inspector John West,” he offered his hand, “can you get up?” She accepted his help.

“Yes… thank you… How did you know about-”

“Someone called us because some guys were beating a girl around here… I guess they were right.”

“So… Are you going to take me to jail?”

“Should I?”

“Uh…”

“I’m going to leave you in your house, don’t look for troubles again.”

“I won’t…”

Eventually, they were in front of the door, her mom faking worry an sorrow, thanking the police officer on and on with well rehearsed tears streaming down her face, pulling an act that, if lasting a little longer, would’ve raised suspicions.

When the police left and the silence returned, everything went downhill.

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, YOU STUPID BITCH?! RUNNING AWAY?! HUH?!” Her mother yelled while pulling her hair, pure rage filling every inch of her being,“go to your room RIGHT NOW! AND DON’T YOU DARE LEAVING” she let her go and then left, while her daughter ran off quickly to her room.

“‘Don’t you dare leaving’,” Raven scoffed, mocking her mom and opening her window, “try to stop me if you can, dumbass…” she jumped, trying to land in the ground as safely as she could, and then headed off to wander the streets once again, hoping to stumble with that officer one last time.