#and then this goes back around to bakugou wanting something he feels too rough to ask for

[willowser]

if u wrote bkdk x reader…. i may not survive but i want it REAL BADDDDDDDDD, i know u would do it perfectly, the perfect writer and the perfect dynamic

you give me too much credit !! 🥺 honestly one thing holding me back from considering it right now is how complicated they are with one another LOL and i worry that i wouldn't capture that right !! 🥺 but the complexity is what's so appealing ?? like i think bakugou would have so much inner turmoil, especially in a former deku x reader situation, because he would constantly compare himself !! he's not enough like deku, not as comfortable with his emotions, doesn't know how to be as uplifting, deku knows you much better, etc. and i also think — he would rather die than ask izuku about you LOL probably doesn't even want him to know LOL

idk idk !! there's so much drama inherently involved !! so much history to take into consideration !! but you're so kind for believing in me 🥺 i do not take your trust lightly, ty !! 🥺✨️🩷

[minus-plus-zer0]

"And They Were Roommates" University Version Headcanons

Bakugou would rather die than live in a frat house, so he looked around his housing options for university and eventually settled upon living with you.

Immediately, he knew that this was going to be a rough time. You were cute like he’d never seen before, and you were so affectionate and sweet and NOSY that he found it difficult to ignore you when you’re constantly offering to help with the housework or listen to how his day went or whatever.

He really adores you, you’re better than any roommate he’s heard about on the market. But he can’t let you know it in case you don’t feel the same, and that makes living with you even harder.

However, he wouldn’t want to move out. He enjoys being with you and seeing you work hard for your grades.

And he knows you’d be sad if he left. For whatever reason, you seem attached to him as well despite your opposite personalities.

It doesn't really cross his mind that you might like him back...

He wants you to want him, but the way you talk about the fellow students at school make him doubt your love.

Among the ground rules that were already established, you both agreed not to bring anyone over to sleep with. He was surprised you agreed, because if you did want to do the deed then where the hell would you do it if not at home? Actually, he didn’t really want to think about it.

But you kept your promise and now he doesn't really know what your love life is like. He's afraid to ask, so he acts like it doesn't matter.

At home you like to cook together or cook for each other, but he makes way too much spicy food. You've built a tolerance to it based on how often you've had to eat it.

You also don't always have a lot of privacy. Sometimes you want to call Ashido on the phone and talk about your feelings for Bakugou with her, but Bakugou is right there in the other room and you KNOW he'd hear.

Since you guys share classes at your university, you two end up going over your lessons together in one of your bedrooms, or even in the living room!

You're so happy to have a friend to go over your work with you. But sometimes you get different answers to your problems and you end up arguing over it. All in good fun, of course. Still, you two can get pretty competitive over your grades...

Your professors aren't always great, so Bakugou gets into fights with whoever tries to give you a bad grade. It makes you so embarrassed, but you can't scold Bakugou for wanting to support you.

And whenever you get the chance, you usually end up being each other's partner during projects. If you need more members, you often take up the Bakusquad or even people from Deku's friend group. Bakugou doesn't like that.

You end up visiting their dorms and houses sometimes when you get the chance and you even go to a few of their parties. Kirishima throws great ragers with his frat buddies (but he doesn't fit the frat stereotype, he respects women!). However, Bakugou usually stays at home and lets you go alone, as long as he knows you're safe.

Sometimes he goes to parties, but only to take you home while you're drunk out of your mind. The next morning you're always afraid you accidentally babbled out your love to him during your drunken sessions. But you haven't made that mistake yet, instead Bakugou just recounts to you all the weird shit you said and did, such as telling him scientific details about every breed of dog.

One time you ended up accidentally sleeping at Jirou's dorm room without telling Bakugou and he got insanely worried thinking something happened to you. Jirou saw your phone buzzing and managed to text Kirishima to tell Bakugou you were fine. Jirou even sent a picture of you to boot. You ended up apologizing to Bakugou the next day, who was in equal parts both angry and concerned over your well-being. He's not controlling so you don't always have to tell him where you are, just at night at least.

After befriending Jirou, you ended up starting a band together and managed to get Bakugou and others to join. You've had a few performances at school, with one of them live on campus.

It was really hard to train for that performance, considering that you and Bakugou never agree on what songs to play. You wanted love songs, he wanted none of that. But you sat on his lap and crooned the lyrics to him, and he just couldn't say no.

Bakugou has also invited you to some of his games since he's an athlete at your university. He was pretty disappointed you’d never heard of his feats on the field before, especially considering he's regarded as the star of the team. They've reported about him in the school newspaper before too! But he doesn't give them the interviews they want.

You want to show your support so you go to his next game. Seeing you in the stands cheering for him made him go wild on the field. Nobody could stop him now.

He really likes seeing you in a cheerleader's uniform that you tried on just for him that day. He's not into cheerleaders just in general, but it makes his heart swell knowing you're supporting him, above all else.

You also like sneaking out together at night to wander around the university. You look for hidden secrets left by other students, try and see if any doors are unlocked, observe the lovely raccoons running around (if any), and have a good time. The campus is very spooky around nighttime, but you have each other if anything goes wrong. You won't let each other get hurt.

Sometimes his parents visit your house, especially when holidays are coming up or if Bakugou needs something delivered from home. They like checking out what you've done with the place and how you've decorated your temporary home with Bakugou. They're very curious about how your relationship is progressing.

You tell them it's going great. Bakugou looks at you like you're his whole world. He feels very cocky knowing that he snagged such a great person in his life. But it's not really ever enough. He wants to be more than just friends.

Once your time at university is finished, he'll likely find a nice apartment more close to wherever his new workplace is and then he'll ask you to move in, maybe a little bit more permanently.

[lost-in-wond3rland]

Ima ask you to walk with me for a moment, okay?

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SO. Quarter Back Katsuki (like professional, NFL level) and water boy Izuku right?

But. BUT!

Season for Katsuki? Starting rough TM. They have two games left to the playoffs, and if they don’t win they’re out.

Cut to Katsuki staying late to practice, he walks into the locker room, and Izuku is fucking with the white board. Katsuki is (unsurprisingly-) PISSED. It’s do or die time, they have to win, or his season is over. Izuku, stammering and muttering as he does, is trying to explain the change in play. Katsuki yells at him to fuck off and be does. Katsuki takes his shower, looks at the board and ya know what? It’s not a bad play. But wtf does a little water boy know ANYWAY? He changes it back.

We make it to game day, they’re down by 1 touchdown and Katsuki feels himself being backed into a corner.

UNTILL! He looks over and catches Izuku. He (in his very Katsuki way) grabs a clipboard and stomps his way over to em.

“Write it down.”

“E-excuse me?!”

“The play from last night ya damn nerd. I ain’t gonna ask you again.”

And so, Izuku does. Katsuki looks it over, nods, and goes back over to the team with the clipboard.

And guess what? They run the play.

And they win.

Color Katsuki surprised, they live to see another game.

The stadium clears out, teams gone, and Katsuki finds himself in the locker room with one Izuku Midoriya who’s putting away bottles and things.

“Oi, nerd.”

Izuku starts, looking up at him.

“Nice play.” He says before stalking out of the locker room.

Next game comes, and it’s not much better. They’re tied, they’re best offensive player (prob Kiri or something idk-) is out, and they either make a touch down or get thrown into overtime exhausted. They’re lining up and Katsuki hears him.

“CALL A TIME OUT!!” Katsuki tries to ignore Izuku’s yells, but after eventually ends of calling it.

“The fuck do you want, you damn nerd!?”

“I have a play.”

“Excuse me?” (Coach Aizawa hi, nice to meet you-)

“What, you think cuz I used one play from you last time, im gonna do it again? Who’s to say it wasn’t a fluke?”

“Maybe it was. But you know without Kirishima, if you run the play you’re about to run, you’re going to lose this game.”

And Katsuki hates it, the fire and defiance that he finds in green eyes. Hates it as much as he kind of loves it.

“…give him a fucking clipboard.”

“Is this smart, Bakugou?”

“You got any better ideas old man?!”

“…”

“Give him the fucking clipboard. DUMB ASSES! Huddle up!”

(Guess who wins the game hehehe)

Cut to a season of Izuku and Katsuki becoming a WILD team, Izuku becoming a playmaker and officially moving on from water boy duties. He gets a headset and everything, working right along side Aizawa during the games.

And the tension grows.

“You know more than I’d expect, for a water boy.”

“I wasn’t always a water boy kaachan.”

“‘Tch. You’re really sticking with that name huh?”

“Depends.”

“On what.”

“Are you gonna stick with ‘Deku’ and ‘nerd’?”

“You can bet your ass I am.”

“Then I’m sticking with Kaachan!” He looks up at the blonde, smile blinding and playful.

AND THEN-

“You said you weren’t always a water boy.”

“I did.”

“What’s your story, Deku.”

“Win the next game, and I’ll tell you.”

And they do, making it to the Super Bowl.

The night before:

“You said you’d tell me.”

“I did…”

“…so? Come on nerd, don’t leave me hanging.”

“I played. In high school, and first two years of college. I was a pretty good running back, if I say so myself.”

Katsuki looks Izuku over, eyes trailing over his body. “Yeah, I can see it. Explains the build… always thought you were too fast and built for a water boy.” Izuku smiles at him, though it’s kind of sad. “What happened?”

“I was…stupid. That’s what happened.” He chuckles, though it’s self deprecating. “I was never the most…popular in school. Sophomore year of college, I started to get pretty popular on campus. Went to a few parties. One night, I was driving home and I… shouldn’t have been. Wrapped my car around a pole. Shattered my knee, broke my neck… was paralyzed for a little bit but thankfully that didn’t last. A lot of months of physical therapy later, and I could walk again. Started running even. But, I was never cleared to play again. If I suffered another neck injury well…the doctors said no amount of pt would bring me back again. So… that’s it. I haven’t played, and I haven’t drank, since.”

The realization slams into Katsuki, the look on Izuku’s face when Katsuki showed up at his apartment drunk, Izuku hysterically yelling at Katsuki about drinking and driving (spoiler: he didn’t drive, he called an Uber. Katsuki would never-). “Shit…”

Izuku just nods, offering a sad smile. “It’s not all bad…I like watching. And…this past season? Kaachan it’s… it’s meant everything to me,” he admits, eyes watering. “It feels like playing again, and…regardless of how it started, you gave this to me. You trusted me enough to let me do this and I…just. Thank you.”

Katsuki swallows the lump in his throat, heart aching for the man in front of him. “Honestly? I wouldn’t trust anyone else… Dek- Izuku. This season? Is as much yours as it is mine… you’re our playmaker, our morale. Shit, the entire mood of team hinges on you. Without you? We’re not a team.”

Izuku smiles, silent tears falling. “Thank you, Katsuki.”

And hearing his name, his real name, sends a shock through his system. Katsuki reaches out a hand, thumb catching falling falling tears. “Izuku, I-“ he starts to whisper.

Izuku grabs his wrist, and shakes his head. But there’s a spark in his eyes that soothes Katsuki’s nerves immediately. “Tell me tomorrow. Tell me tomorrow, after you win.”

Katsuki can’t help but match Izuku’s smile with his own. “After I win.” He says, like it’s an inevitable. And maybe it is.

(Ahem, cut to game day, sorry this brain rot is everywhere lol)

It’s a close game. A REALLY close game. The other team gets Katsuki with a hip tackle, and his knee is on fire from the fall.

“Kaachan, you can’t-“

“Oi,” he says, grabbing Izuku’s shoulder and forcing him to meet his eyes. “The doc cleared me, I’m wrapped, and Shoji isn’t gonna let anyone get close to me.”

“But-“

“Hey. I promised you a win didn’t I? You trust me?”

“More than anything.” Izuku says, without hesitation.

Katsuki smiles, dropping his head to place a chaste, barely there kiss on Izuku’s lips. “We got this nerd. You, and me.” He whispers, staring right into his eyes before heading back out onto the field.

(A few plays later and guesssss who has his first Super Bowl ring hehehe. In my head, it’s Katsuki rookie year. But he’s Katsuki so of course he’s the starting qb with something to prove all year. And boy did he PROVE)

“Katsuki! Katsuki! Now that you’ve won, and in your rookie year no less, what are you going to do?” Katsuki’s eyes go over the reports head and a smile splits his lips as he sees a cheering Izuku crying on the sidelines.

“What am I gonna do? I’m gonna go plan my fucking date-“ with those words, Katsuki weaves his way through the crowd, breaking out into a run and scooping Izuku up when he reaches him, placing a proper kiss on his lips this time.

(Alexa play the alchemy by Taylor Swift, specifically, “cheers chanted, cause they said tere was no chance. Trying to be the greatest in the league. Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me-“ section)

The team cheers as they’re QB and Playmaker finally make it official.

“Damn problem children.” Aizawa sighs, sitting down on the bench, soaked in Gatorade.

“I think it’s sweet,” Hizashi smiles down at his husband. “Reminds me of another young couple I knew.”

Aizawa hums, brushing his lips gently with his husbands. “We weren’t so bad, were we?”

“Oboro and Nemuri were about ready to lock us in a room and leave us there had we not figured it out when we did.”

Aizawa laughs, soft and genuine. “Fair.” He stands, walking over to his QB and playmaker. “You coming back next season?”

“No shit old man.”

Aizawa nods, before raising an eyebrow at Izuku.

“M-me?”

“We need our playmaker, right?”

“Damn straight we do.”

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Anyway the end- LOL. Thanks for taking this journey with me, ‘twas a nice walk, have a great day 😅

[hxyleswritesthings]

Dynamight's Omega (Part 2 ish)

Author's note: This is just a fluffy piece about the first time BB nests at Bakugou's apartment. It's a very emotional time for the both of them, and I am just obsessed with him being so sweet for her :')

The first time that BB nests at Bakugou’s apartment is a big deal for the both of them. They’ve reached a point in their relationship where they’re starting to spend a few nights a week together. The relationship is getting much more intimate between them as they learn more about each other and explore a more domestic side to their dynamic.

 BB shows up to Bakugou’s apartment with her things, and he can’t help but notice she’s carrying an extra bag as he lets her in. She toes off her shoes before pulling him in for a kiss, his hands landing on her waist as she wraps her arms around his neck. The kiss is unhurried, the two of them happy to be in each other’s presence again. He tugs on her bottom lip playfully, canines poking her before he’s pulling back and she’s resting her head on his chest as they hold each other close. They pull away after a few minutes, only after he steals a few more kisses from her. 

Red dusts her cheeks as her eyes take in the bags still on the floor, noting that Katsuki was staring at them as well. “I, um, brought a little extra with me so that I could..uh…” Her voice is tiny as she looks up at the blonde alpha in front of her. He’s watching her intently, hands rubbing up and down her sides to encourage her to speak. “I mean-is it okay if I nest in your room?” The words are quiet, and Bakugou finds his brain shutting down at the question. 

Never in his 20-something years had he imagined an omega would feel comfortable enough, safe enough, to nest in his home. His personality has always been a bit on the harsher side, and although he does soften up for omegas, he’s always found that his general demeanor scares them off. He’s had a few flings in the past, but none of those ever turned into anything serious. Of course, he dreamed of courting and mating an omega, but he never believed it would actually come true for him. He always figured he would remain too intimidating for a proper omega, and the thought hurt him. As an alpha, he’s always had the strong urge to protect and care for a mate and to sire pups one day. No one had made him feel quite like the girl in front of him, and he highly doubted no other omega had ever looked at him with so much love in their eyes. He knew she had a rough past, yet she looked at every part of him and never showed an ounce of fear.

“Katsuki?” Her voice draws him out of his head and it’s only now that he realizes her small hands on his arms, “Where’d you go?” 

He finally snaps out of it, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I-um-..you know, I-” He takes a few breaths to steady himself and calm his racing heart before he’s speaking again. “Of course you can, take whatever you need, okay?” 

His omega grins, standing up on her toes to plant an excited kiss to his lips before she’s pulling away and grabbing her bags. “I’ll be gone for a while, please knock if you need anything.” She’s gone within seconds, shooting the words over her shoulder as she hurries to the bedroom. 

Bakugou watches her leave, telling her to take all the time she needs before he’s all but running to grab a beer in an attempt to calm his nerves. He’s overrun with so many emotions he goes as far as to text Kirishima just to get it out of his system.  He doesn’t know what to do with himself. His girl is nesting. In his apartment. In his bed. His alpha is so proud that his girl wants to share this experience with him, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t freaking out just a little bit.

Meanwhile BB shuts the bedroom door behind her, setting out the stuff she had packed from her apartment as well as rummaging through Bakugou’s bedroom. She pulls some of his clothes out from their storage, as well as a spare blanket that held his scent. She lays everything out in front of her and fully loses herself to her omega as she gets to work. 

She comes out after a good hour and a half of work, making sure everything was to her liking one last time before deciding it was final. She pads out to the living room, finding Bakugou out on the balcony, phone to his ear and his second beer in his opposite hand. He hangs up without warning the second he hears the sliding door, setting the bottle down and turning towards his girl. “Find everything you need?” 

She nods, grinning up at him. “More than enough. Thank you, Kats.”

“Course, you let me know if you ever need anything else, alright? I’ll get you whatever you need.” 

She’s quiet for a beat, reaching for his hand and stepping closer. “Would you like to come see my nest, alpha?”

It’s Bakugou’s turn to nod before he’s following her into his bedroom, her small hand never leaving his. He finds himself nearly choking up as he stands at the foot of the bed, taking in the sight of her nest. His chest feels tight as he inhales the perfect combination of their scents and he notices that she made it big enough to accommodate his larger frame. She drops his hand and kisses his cheek briefly before climbing up on the bed and gesturing for him to join her. 

He clears his throat, “Omega, may I enter your nest?” Even if her intentions in wanting him there were perfectly fucking clear, he still wanted to use his manners. He’s been in her nest at her apartment plenty of times, but this was new territory for the both of them. This was the first time she had made a nest that was meant to be for the both of them. 

BB is grinning like a fool as she sits in his bed. “Yes, Alpha.” The second the words leave her mouth, Bakugou’s stripping down to his boxers, knowing she prefers skin to skin contact with him, before he’s climbing in and pulling her against him.

She chirps happily as he kisses up her neck before his lips are on hers and she’s sighing into his mouth. To her, Katsuki is passionate and loving and everything she could ever want in an alpha. He makes her feel protected while also trusting her to take care of herself. She’s soon pulling back from him, giggling at the growl he emits from the loss of contact. 

“Do you approve of my nest, alpha?” She speaks it gently, albeit a little nervous still. 

“It’s perfect, you did perfect.” His voice is raspy with emotion, praises for his girl tumbling past his lips as he tugs her to lay on top of him. “Such a good omega, making such a pretty nest for her alpha. Keeping her alpha comfortable.” He rubs her back as they lay, nosing at her scent glands, his second gender taking over the forefront of his mind. “Take such good care of alpha, make him happy. Perfect omega.” His canines ache to be sinking into her neck, wanting to keep this girl all for himself. He indulges himself just a bit as he grazes them against her neck and BB is an absolute mess at the praise, her omega making her bare her neck to him in submission. It was a big deal for her to submit to an alpha so willingly. This is the first time she’s ever allowed herself to get this close to one. Growing up, she didn’t have the most stable home life, and she witnessed her own dam get put into too many dangerous situations. As an adult, BB wasn’t quite as scared, but she remained very cautious. Although her omega always begged to be mated, she was in no rush to commit herself to someone and run the risk of being controlled.

With Katsuki, things were different. She found herself shy around him at times, unsure of how he’ll respond to certain things. However, the man has never made her feel anything but safe and supported. He was always reminding her that she had a choice in how things progressed between the two of them, and that should she need anything, to give him a call. She didn’t take him up on that until one late night she had gotten off work and noticed some men that had been outside the shop for a while. She had been keeping an eye on them, and for some reason, it set alarm bells off in her head.  She decided to listen to her instincts and dialed his number. Katsuki had just gotten back from a quick mission, and he didn’t even bother to shower before heading straight to her, telling her to keep him on the phone if she was uncomfortable. He showed up in record time, palms smoking from flying over and his hero suit still covered in grime from the day. He waved at her through the glass door and stood guard as she came out, locking everything up before he walked her home. He took her up to her apartment and left her with a quick forehead kiss and a promise to be safe on his way home. 

There was one particular thing about Katsuki that she loved. It was that he never expected anything of her. He was only willing to take what she was willing to give and he never once put pressure on her to be a certain way or give anything up for him.

Bakugou groans at the sight of his girl submitting to him, teasing her a bit as he allows the sharp points to drag up her neck, a shiver running down her spine. He pulls away quickly before his alpha brain gets carried away and he ends up prematurely marking her. His girl just whines a bit when he pulls back, moving to tuck her head at the point between his neck and shoulder. 

“Careful, Omega. As pretty of a sight you are like this, my alpha is screaming at me to bite you.” He’s growling halfheartedly through the words. The girl giggles, ignoring the heat that suddenly pricks at her skin from the thought. The two of them were fully content on taking their relationship slow, no rush to mark each other. She’s been having to remind herself of that fact a lot more lately. Katsuki was always so strong and confident in himself, and he was confident in her and their relationship. Unlike other alphas she had been around, he never made her question whether he cared for her or not. Throughout her relationship he had showered her in so much love, and made her a priority. Better yet, he was always telling her that he didn’t want an omega that was going to see her alpha as the end all be all. He’s there to support his mate in their goals and self-growth just as much as they are to support his. He doesn’t expect his omega to give up anything to be with him. He had also expressed to her (during their first argument) that he wants an omega that isn’t afraid to bite back at him. If he’s stepping out of line, he needs his omega to feel comfortable expressing that, to tell him to his face when he needs to tone it down or do something differently. She can’t believe how lucky she is to have this wonderful bond with such a great person. In this cruel world, there are far too many alphas that feel they hold some sort of power over omegas, and they happily abuse it. There was something about Katsuki wanting her to be strong on her own that had her absolutely weak at the knees. If he were to ask her to fully submit to him, she’d do it without a second thought. 

The pair are quiet for a few minutes, listening to each other’s steady breathing before she’s pressing kisses to his skin wherever she can reach and nuzzling further into him. “Kay, alpha. Let’s nap now, making our nest was hard work and I’m pooped.” 

Bakugou is grinning like an idiot at his girl, shifting to pull the blanket over the bother of them and making sure to hold her close as they doze off together.

[katsukismrs]

geyser

context:you bottled up your emotions for too long,and it overflowed when you and your boyfriend argued.

warnings:swearing,overstimulation,fighting,reader has a panic attack during fight,angst to comfort and fluff

author note: the symptoms of panic attacks vary! i just used the ones i get when i have panic attacks,if you get panic attacks i’m really sorry,but you aren’t alone <3. p.s:this is self indulgent don’t mind it lol

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it had all been too much for you to handle;your parents’ constant banter about how you entered U.A and how stupid you were for not pursuing in something “normal”, your training,having to deal with your classmates’ traumatic events because you were someone they trusted dearly with their secrets, having to keep up a relationship with the boy you loved, even though you were tired of constantly dealing with his shit, the list goes on and on.

you sat in the common room, staring into space, the light is too much, the mindless banter of your classmates is too loud, one of them is eating and the smell is too much, the scraping of the metal fork against the glass plate, the couch’s material is too rough for your fingertips, it makes your teeth cringe and gives you goosebumps, you lick your teeth and something made your mouth taste disgusting, and all that resorted into a headache fueled by anger that if someone interacted with you you’d get violent, so you resort to standing up and leaving the common room entirely, going straight to your room, your safe haven.

your boyfriend, Katsuki, with his observant nature, inevitably notices and chases after you, entering the elevator with you.

“what do you want?” you exclaimed, you obviously didn’t want social contact, why couldn’t he leave you alone? but he stayed silent, not answering you at all, the levels of your anger traveling further than that you were feeling right now, is he an asshole?

the elevator came to a stop after what seemed like a decade, you exited and rushed to your room, trying to outrun him, but you failed miserably. he enters the room after you and closes the door.

“so what’s up with the bullshit you kept up in the common room? dunce face directed so many sentences at you yet you stayed silent, you ass.” he scolds you, it angered you further.

“oh sorry, didn’t know you were so considerate of Kaminari.” you replied sarcastically, rolling your eyes, your headache is killing you, you’re on the verge of crying, you wish you could tell him but the words die on your tongue out of anger.

“what the fuck is up with your attitude?” he questions, anger in his tone, fueled by who knows what, diesel maybe? because he might as well catch on fire from how he’s fuming at your unexplained change of attitude.

“what the fuck is up with your attitude?” you counter his question with one of your own. “can’t you notice i’m not up for chit-chat?!” you yell at him, oh shoot. you begin to beg yourself please, to not let out your ugly emotions on him, not on him, anyone or anything else, just not him. but it seems as if your body simply didn’t want to listen, it obeyed your too-selfless-too-stupid commands for way too long.

“and can’t you see i’m trying to see what the fuck is up with all this?! i’m trying to fucking help!” he yells back, this isn’t working between you two at all, irritated Katsuki Bakugou and overstimulated you didn’t mix well at all, you wanted to tell him what was wrong with you, you needed to tell him, you needed to tell him it’s you who’s wrong, not him, not his attempts of helping you, but the way you responded to it, yell it out! you begged yourself, you begged your words to live past your tongue, but they didn’t listen.

“i don’t need your fucking help if you’re that miserable at trying to!” you reply instinctively, please just stop, or he’s gonna leave you.

the thought kicks in.

he might leave you.

he might not understand whatever you’re going through right now.

and that’s when it was enough for your body.

the colors around you begin to brighten up, too much to be normal, your heart speeds up to a too-much rate, your face heats up, your whole body in fact, somehow your brain registers what he’s saying despite the wreck going on, like a building crashing down during an earthquake.

“oh well! i’m sorry for trying to help like a decent boyfriend! thought you told me to practice the ‘asking others if they’re okay when they’re not and try to help them’ bullshit!” he yells once again, mocking you in the process, and it feels like bullshit, you are bullshit.

your body continues to go into overdrive “don’t mock me you asshole!” you noticed you run out of breath, so you gasp violently to make up for the lost air, your skin feels damp, you notice that you’re crying, so you viciously wipe your tears with your forearm. “i told you i don’t need your help! take it-” you run out of breath again,and sniffle this time “take it elsewhere if you can’t do it,you bitch!” you’re crying hysterically, your face smothered in snot and tears.

he stands there, staring at you, he had an observant nature, so how come he didn’t notice you, his significant other, slowly break down?

you whine and weep as you cover your face, it’s burning from the tears, you notice you’re shaking because you can’t cover your face all the way, showing the hideous state you hid for too long.

then suddenly.

something’s warm.

no.

someone’s warm.

arms? where did they come from?

oh.

Katsuki engulfed you into a hug, making your tears suddenly come to a halt. “dumbass, if you felt like this, why didn’t you come to me?” his voice was so gentle. so soft. contrasting what it sounded like earlier too well. he runs his hand up and down your back “continue your crying, dumbass”

and just like a geyser bursting, you burst into tears, the comfortability in being able to cry without limits made you break. you bite the fabric of his shirt, screaming into it, you expected him to let go of you so you don’t get tears, snot, and saliva all over his shirt. yet he didn’t. he instead held you, not minding how disgustingly wet his shirt was getting, it wasn’t disgusting at all to him, because he was in your position before, and you were in his. he remembers the days where he just barged in your room uninvited, and just cried into you, he too expected you’d let go, instead you’d whisper sweet reassurances to him and held him close until his energy ran out. until he fell asleep. and when he’d wake up he’d see that he didn’t change places, that you held him until you fell asleep yourself, and he adored that.

not only is he helping you, he’s reciprocating what you did for him.

your cries finally died down, and you became calmer “i’m sorr-” you apologized, or at least tried to before you were hushed.

“don’t apologize for needing someone to comfort you, dumbass” he told you,quite offended that you’d apologize for needing help from him.

you sighed contentedly, having let out all the burden on your shoulder, yet you still needed his physical contact.

“can we-” you paused, hesitant. “can we stay like this, for longer?”

he didn’t reply, instead he slid his hands beneath your armpits and picked you up, now carrying you, and let that answer your question.

you wrapped your arms around him and linked your feet together, letting him walk around the dormitory room and gently swaying you.

“i didn’t mean what i said earlier,i’m sorry.” you recalled what you called him, feeling a tinge in your heart because of it.

“don’t apologize, it’s not like i meant to actually mock you, did i? and i didn’t even apologize for that.” he replied,scolding himself in the last bit. you fight back a giggle at the last bit.

as much as you wanted to be able to stay like this for longer, sleep washed over you, your eyes began to fight your drowsiness, your eyes fluttering and you taking long blinks with force, eventually you blinked once, and your eyelids refused to open, having lost the fight.

he noticed your breathing steady and how you became physically heavier, how your hands let loose, and how your feet unlinked, so he went ahead and walked over to your bed and laid you down. God, you looked so serene, your chest rising up and down with ease, unlike how heavy your breathing was the previous days, then he looked closer to your face, and he noticed something.

you’re smiling, despite your tear-stained face.

that alone made his heart do backflips, how after a vicious weeping session you felt happy, with him out of all people. he tucked you in and then so-carefully slid in the bed with you, being mindful to not wake you up.

he didn’t need to pull you in, because as soon as he got into bed, you held him, put your head on his chest, then breathed him in and letting the breath out through your mouth, sighing softly, making him chuckle and hold you in return, kissing the top of your head.

“i love you, angel. sweet dreams” he said, his lips against your scalp. he then laid his head on your pillow, and closed his eyes.

[kingkatsuki]

Thinking about katsuki who is at a point of his life where all of his friends are starting a family and he has lowkey developed a bit of a baby fever…

You’ve been together for years now, and he has already secured that rock on your finger 👀 but kids is somewhat of a sensitive topic

You have never seemed opposed to the idea. But you’ve never seemed really on board with it either…You like children and around friends and family always talked about having them eventually (keyword eventually)

But bakugou knows you too well. Knows all your tells and you know his.

The few times the two of you talked about it, you’ve always been indifferent and it has always been him slightly opposed to the idea, not wanting to burden you with having to take care of the child alone most of the times (his work schedule too hectic and still not quite stable enough) and possibly having to abandon a job you love… but lately he’s been thinking about it more and more

And certainly visiting kirishima and his wife after she had just given birth to their first baby made him want to take the plunge and go for it (even if it meant putting his plans to be number one in the back burner so he can help you and not have you abandon your dreams because of his)

You’ve always said you liked children, and even around other people’s kids you’ve shown to get along well with them but at the same time he noticed you always kept a certain distance HENCE why he was always doubtful about asking you if you wanted to have a baby with him or not…

But visiting kirishima changes things, cause he reads between the lines better now. He watches the way your eyes crinkle in amusement when the little one is gurgling and looking up at his dad with big ruby eyes all while sporting the cheekiest of grins only babies seem to be able to have. He watches the way you refuse to hold the baby but still sit near kiri and play with his kid while they try to reach your hair and pull.

And where he had at first thought you had been lying about wanting kids, he realizes that what your eyes reflect isn’t doubt but longing, love and tenderness written all over them

So when you get back home and he asks the question, katsuki once again doubts himself and thinks he has read you wrong

But it only takes a moment for your eyes to refocus and your lips to quirk up in a small smile. “Having baby fever kats?”

And he’s blushing, the stubborn side of him not wanting to say it out loud and but you’re right

He’s down bad, something he has never thought he’d be caught in but look at him now.

But before he can blow a fuse out from not knowing whether to tease you back or come clean about it, you press your lips to his and whisper in his ear as if you’re telling him your biggest secret

“Cause I think you might have passed it on to me”

This gave me a completely different idea for a drabble omg and I don’t wanna take over this post cause it’s so cute so I’m gonna put it to the side ahhh.

But imagine the baby fever that happens after Bakugou’s seen you cradling Kirishima’s newborn in your arms, immediately thinking of how pretty you’d look all plump and round carrying his child. He doesn’t want to mention it to you because like you said, he already feels regret leaving you alone so much while he’s at work. But you can just tell.

While he may not want to have that discussion with you face to face, he can’t help the words that come out when you’re sprawled out beneath him, your breasts bouncing with each rough thrust he gives to your sloppy pussy as he feels you clench around him. And his palm goes to your tummy, massaging the soft skin as he pictures you carrying his baby. The glow you’d have, like Kirishima’s wife had when she was pregnant and the hue all women seem to have when they’re with child. He already feels himself close to the edge as the crude words escape his lips, “Wanna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart.”

And he almost cums on command when you respond, “So do it.”

And it’s not like you both can’t have a little fun trying, even if you don’t end up pregnant at the end👀

[1-800-nobitches]

Sick pt. 1

This is just something that I’ve been thinking about lately. I recently started getting sick and wondered what Bakugou would do if he saw me like this. It’s pretty much just fluff/comfort for me.

“Oi y/n, what’s with the face?” Bakugou asked roughly.

“What do you mean what’s with the face? It’s my face.” You said back wondering why he seemed slightly concerned.

“You look like crap that’s what.”

“Thanks.” You replied and yawned for a good bit, rubbing your eyes after to push the sleep away.

“You could carry your books in those bags. You should really get some fucking concealer or some shit.”

“Well I thought about it but then I realized I’m not trying to please you.” You sped off to the cafeteria for lunch even though you felt out of breath, sick to your stomach, and had a pounding headache to top it all off.

Damn him being right about this. But how could he know the rest. That something so small would hurt you so much.

You got into the cafeteria and got your lunch. It looked even less appealing than usual. You sat down with it and laid your head to the side of the tray, poking it slightly with your fork. You noticed that your breathing was shallow and too quick. You worried and started poking through your bag for your inhaler.

Bakugou came up to you. Still looking gruff like he always did but giving you a hint of concern.

“Why the hell aren’t you eating dumbass?”

“I just don’t feel like it.” Another yawn proceeded the sentence. You shivered a bit from the exhaustion and lack of nutrition. At this point any food would have been good but the smell of the lunch just made you want to leave the room.

“Bullshit.” His face relaxed from his usual scowl now, truly showing his interest in the situation. “You look sunken in. Like you haven’t eaten enough in a while. I’m sure your hungry.” He said, voice still rough but in a smooth way that calmed your annoyance from his earlier comments.

You turned your head to him and sighed, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes again. “Look I’m just not feeling well. I’ll be fine.” You huffed out another breath. This one was deep but you just went back to having shallow breaths, noting the pain you felt in your ribs and lungs.

He sat down next to you and began to eat. He saw you fish the inhaler out of your bag and watched as you held it shakily in your hand. He wished you would let him help. Wished you would let him hold the inhaler still while you held it up to your mouth so that you could help yourself.

“And what’s with that?”

“With what Bakugou?” His name on your lips made him clench his teeth a bit, wishing you would call him Katsuki like he dreamed. You didn’t notice.

“You shoulders. Your breathing too quick.”

“I’m…it’s not important.” You said, setting your head back on the table and looking away from him again.

“Look I’m gonna go.” You stand up feeling a bit fuzzy. You begin to see black and purple splotches in your vision. Not grabbing your tray or your things, you start to walk away, forgetting what’s happening. “Enjoy your-.”

As you speak you get fuzzier and your vision goes black, you lose your balance and topple to the ground.

“Y/N!” He yells, beginning to scoop you up and rush you to recovery girl as he proceeds to yell.“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

-

You blink your eyes open in the dim room that is only lit by sunlight that floods through the windows. You felt weak and tired but pushed yourself up to look around, stretching out your arms and fingers to shake off the sleep. Your eyes land on Bakugou who seems to have been watching you intently and holds out a paper cup of water. You take the cup, having small sips of water so as to not work against the nausea that just rolled over you. He finally speaks.

“What the hell happened?” He finally asked, now seeming extremely concerned. You watch him while you hand him the still half full paper cup. He looks at it and then you with a scowl of annoyance.

“Well obviously I passed out.” You said trying to be witty or sarcastic but having a hard time when you were holding your head and stomach, grimacing a bit at the light pain you felt. “Why are you still here anyways? Here to make fun some more.”

“Well obviously you passed out dumba-. No I’m not here to make fun of you. Recovery girl said to help you back to your room when you woke up.” He said at all calmly. Softly even. It made you relax.

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed towards him. He stood up and walked over to you as calm looking as possible to help you stand. As he stood up over you, you looked up at him and noticed how tall he was. How small you felt compared to him. “Don’t you want to wait? You just woke up.” He asked but still helped you get up from the bed.

“I’m fine. I would rather be in my own room anyways.” You sighed deeply again but still returning to something short that made you uneasy.

“Fine let’s go then.”

As you walked out of the recovery room and down the hall you began to feel dizzy and sick and started to fall slowly to a kneel so that you could get into a safe sitting position. You could feel the symptoms getting worse as your legs started to feel numb and cramp. You winced at the pain.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked you confusedly.

“I’m just not feeling so good again. I’m fine though.” As you began to rise again unsteadily, he scooped you up and looked into your eyes in a way you had never seen but decided you wanted to see again. “Don’t pretend to be fine when your sinking onto the floor sweating and shaking like a damn wreck. Someone who turns pale in a second is not fine.”

For the first time since you left your dorm you thought about how you must look right now. A pale, sweaty person who probably looked a bit disheveled from the nap. You wondered how much new material Bakugou would have to make fun of you after this.

He starts to walk again with you in his arms bridal style. You lean your face into his chest noticing the sugary caramel scent that even though it was strong, managed to soothe your stomach and headache a bit. You instinctively rubbed your face into him but quickly stopped, realizing what you had done and apologized.

“I’m so sorry. I just…your smell…it uh…it made me feel better.” You said nervously and played with your finger tips. Bakugou blushed a bit and internally thought about how close you were. He considered how you felt in his arms and how you looked. He noticed that the features that you usually had were sunken in and tired looking like you hadn’t eaten properly or slept well in ages. He noticed how light you felt. Unlike if you were just skinny or he was just strong but as if you hadn’t been eating.

Even so, to him you were the most beautiful girl ever. Perfect features and beautiful soft skin. He thought about how good you smelled. How you didn’t have a strong smell but even so it was good. He wondered why you didn’t do what all the other girls did and douse yourself in perfume. No flower, fruit, or vanilla scent stuck to your skin. Just the smell of you protruding from ever pore. He realized that all of the times you looked sick, left class randomly, or wouldn’t eat. He realized that you did those things because you couldn’t handle the smell.

“You should do it if it’s helping. What the hell is wrong with you anyways? Recovery girl said it’s not the flu.” You awkwardly went back to cuddling into him and thought about what to tell him. It was such a long story and even the short version was complicated and he probably wouldn’t understand. You shrugged your shoulders. “Not much I guess.”

You finally arrived to your room and you unlocked the door for Bakugou who insistently carried you in. He sat you down on the bed and sat down on your desk chair facing you and waited for an answer. You finally decided.

“It’s complicated but it really doesn’t matter. I’ll be fine eventually.” He gave you a look like he couldn’t accept that answer. He desperately wanted to know what was wrong and how he could help. He wanted to know you and how to be with you when you felt good too. He wanted to know how to be yours. But alas how could he tell you? When would be the time?

“So how come your still here?” You questioned him, curious as to why the boy who called you ugly only a few hours before would still be with you. But lucky for this boy he saw his golden opportunity.

“I want to know how to help. I want to help.” He unfortunately used his golden opportunity a bit too eagerly confusing even himself as he said the words with such haste for the information that would make you happy.

“It’s really alright Bakugou. Your busy and-“

“Stop it.” He interrupted you. “I’m not too damn busy to help the girl I like who’s clearly suffering from something I’m sure I can help with.”

At this point he seemed distressed. Almost upset or angry. Not at you but at whatever was making you look like you were hit by a train. He felt so helpeless.

You looked at him, dumbfounded by his declaration and saw tears well up in the edges of the image of him. “I’m sick Bakugou” you said as you hunched over more and started to cry softly. “I’m doing e-everything I-I c-can but I…I don’t know what to do. I’m so t-tired but I can’t stop moving. I can’t be weak.” You began to shiver a bit from tears and exhaustion.

Bakugou got up and rushed over to hold you. You grasped onto his warm body desperately. Missing his calming scent and warm feeling that soothed all the aches and pains and chills you felt. He realized how tired and panicked you felt and picked you up, sitting down and setting you in his lap as he kept holding on to you. He grabbed a blanket to wrap you in and began to stroke your hair and cheek, hoping it would calm you.

“I know your doing everything you can, but sometimes getting some help would help you go a little farther. Please, let me help you.” He said as he kept holding you close and stroking your hair. As he did this he watched you rub your face into him, watching you crave his smell. He decided to plant a kiss to your forehead and another to your cheek. He held you tightly, taking in a scent that was strong. The scent that he found called him equally as much as his helped you.

You looked at him in surprise but then only whimpered at the contact and all that was happening. Your hormones ran wild and caused you to feel more emotional than you wanted. You kept your face in the crook of his neck as you began to calm down even though fat tears continued to roll down your cheeks. Bakugou wiped them away as they came.

“You’re gonna get dehydrated if you go on like that” He said, handing you a bottle of water and a package of saltines he found on your desk, trying to see if he might even be able to get you to eat.

“Thank you. I can yell you what’s wrong with me. But you can’t be grossed out.” You said, looking down into your lap while playing with the tips of your fingers again.

He stared at you while you stared at his holding the water. He held your chin up with his fingers and gave you a look that told you he just wanted you to be happy and feel better. “Dumbass. You could never gross me out.” He opened the water and handed it to you along with the saltines.

He sat you back down in his lap as an attempt to keep you warm and comfortable while you sipped carefully at the water and took small nibbles of the crackers. You looked at him, and sighed. He rubbed your back carefully, pushing your side into his shoulder so that you could rest your body.

You took a deep breath but continued to breath shallowly again after that. “I have…endometriosis…and it caused me to be iron deficient…which made me worse.” You spoke carefully and then looked up at him for confirmation. After you explained what it all meant and what it did he sighed.

“I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” He said as he held you closer, wanting you to feel supported. You felt your eyes beginning to get more heavy after the long day you had, wanting nothing more than to snuggle into Bakugou and breath in the sugary scent as you drifted into sleep. “It can’t really be helped. Stuff is the way it is I suppose.”

He grabbed your face gently, making you look at him. “Just because things hurt or you don’t feel good, doesn’t mean you’re weak. Your one of the strongest people I know. Your amazing.” He began to stroke your cheek and you leaned into it on instinct.

You looked at him while still leaning into his hand. “Well the water and crackers really helped. I haven’t eaten properly all week.” You picked up your inhaler and took the proper amounts of it, feeling breathless and nervous. Bakugou looked at you nervously as he saw how your shallow breathing didn’t change all to much. “But right now I’m just exhausted.”

You began to blush as you considered asking for what you wanted. He saw how your face contorted while you thought about what you should do. He put his hand on the space on your back between your shoulder blades and heated it up a bit as he rubbed at your spine a bit to make you more comfortable. He watched your cute thinking expression and smirked as he asked “what are you thinking so hard about?” You paused and made your decision. “Bakugou, would you mind staying with me while I sleep? Your smell makes me feel less sick, and well…your just so warm.” You said as you smiled softly, beginning to succumb to the tiredness and warmth and his scent.

“First off, call me Katsuki if I’m gonna sleep in your bed. And of course princess. But let’s change your clothes first.” He said as he kissed your temple again, feeling how your forehead was warm, most likely from the lack of you there was left. After grabbing fresh clothes and handing them to you to change into he said “I’ll change and be right back. Wait up for me, I won’t be long, I promise.”

And he kept that promise. Returning to your dorm in 5 minutes, wearing a black tank top and grey sweat pants and carrying more water, some snacks, and some movies for you to enjoy with him. As he ran to your dorm he smiled thinking about how you would call him Katsuki and snuggle up to him. He longed for your touch. For the sweet scent of you.

Opening the door he found you laid down and wrapped up in a blanket on the bed wearing a t-shirt and some sweat pants to keep your tired body warm. Your breathing had slowed considerably as you were very slowly falling asleep. He smiled at the sight of you sweetly holding your eyes open and smiling softly at him.

After putting in a movie he picked you up and laid you down on top of him where the two of you began to get comfortable. Leaving many kisses on your cheeks and forehead while stroking your head he began to heat his hands and put them under your shirt against your back to warm you up.

“Thank you so much Katsuki. For everything today” you yawned in between as your eyes were getting harder and harder to keep open. You looked him in the eyes between the flutter of your lashes struggling to stay awake and said “Your the best” and kissed him so close to his lips that he couldn’t stop himself from blushing redder than he ever thought he would. You caught him off guard and he grinned like a child before saying “it’s no problem beautiful. Sleep well.” He watched you snuggle your face into his neck and drift into a sleep better than any you had had all week.

[kingdaddydaichi]

⋆ pairing: katsuki bakugou x f!reader

⋆ wc: 2.5k

⋆ warnings/notes: nsfw, mdni, something i wrote like...over a year ago? and just found recently, Daddy/babygirl & Dom/sub dynamics, oral sex (m. receiving), thigh riding, mention of cock worship, katsuki calls reader ‘slut' and ‘bitch’, degradation, hair pulling, ass fingering (f. receiving), proofread in a hurry so excuse any errors/shitty writing

“Who was that?”

“Hm? Oh, the guy that wants to buy my car. He came by to take another look at it.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed. I bet he did. “Why don’t you let me take care of that shit, huh?”

“Umm…” You always got a little attitude whenever you thought Katsuki was insinuating that you couldn’t handle something on your own. “…because I can take care of it myself? Because I’m fully capable of handling my own business?”

“I never said you weren’t! I just wanna do shit for you. Isn’t that what boyfriends do sometimes?”

You realized your incorrect assumption and grumbled in agreement after all. “Yeah, the good ones anyway.”

He hugged you from behind and kissed the top of your head. “Then I’m gonna be the best boyfriend in the world and take care of my girl.”

You giggled and mumbled. “Mhmm and the most jealous too.”

“I’m not fuckin jealous!” he barked.

“Oh, don’t think I haven’t noticed that you get possessive any time there’s another guy around. Sometimes other females too,” you teased.

“Hell yeah, I’m possessive! You’re mine! But I’m not fuckin jealous. Tch, what is there for me to be jealous of, hah? Those other motherfuckers ain’t got shit on me…Oi! Are you laughin at me, dumbass?”

Your hand was covering your mouth, but Katsuki had heard the pfft that escaped from your lips. “I’m sorry baby, I can’t help it! You make me laugh when you talk like that.”

He let go of you and stomped towards the living room, mumbling something about it not being funny.

You know that he’s vulnerable and sensitive deep down, and that sometimes you take it too far or you catch him on a bad day when he’s not in the mood for play fighting. You know his tells: crossing his arms and storming off, pouting, sometimes slamming the door of whatever room he retreated to in order to lick his wounds and feel sorry for himself.

He usually either goes to his office/man cave, your shared bedroom, or the garage. Your compassion never fails and your nurturing mode shifts into high gear. After giving him a few minutes to himself, you went looking for him.

Katsuki had been checking his emails, but couldn’t shake the frustration of not being taken seriously by the woman that he loved. Did you not respect him?

There was a soft knock at his office door and he rolled his eyes. “What?” he said gruffly, Katsuki code for come in.

You opened the door and walked in to find him sitting at his desk, staring at the monitor.

“Hey baby,” you said in your soft angel voice.

He’d probably never admit it, but you completely disarmed him every time you spoke to him that way. You were a beautiful, defenseless creature for whom he’d always gone into protective mode on sheer instinct.

When you stood next to his chair, he looked at you out of the corner of his eye, keeping his frowning face propped on his fist. You put your hands on his hard shoulders and started rubbing and massaging him.

“I’m sorry if I went too far, Katsuki.”

He didn’t respond. The silent treatment was his go-to punishment whenever you poked the beast at the wrong time.

You lowered your head next to his and softly said, “Hey…” When he made eye contact with you again, you continued, “I love you and respect you very much, babe. I shouldn’t have teased you so much. I can tell you’ve had a rough day. Please don’t be mad at me?”

How the hell was he supposed to stay mad at you when you looked at him with those sad, pretty eyes? He huffed and pushed his chair back a bit, just enough to serve as an invitation for you to sit on his lap and hug him.

“Shut up," he grumbled. "I can be mad at whoever I want." At least he’d finally spoken to you, which was his way of accepting your apology. “Maybe I’ll let you make it up to me.”

“Would it help if I do this?” You cupped his pouting face in your hand and placed a delicate kiss on his lips. He kissed you back begrudgingly, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of knowing that he’d already forgiven you.

As long as you continued to shower him with attention and love and affection, he would secretly milk it, eat it up, and love every fucking second of it.

“Hmm…what about this?” You slinked down to the floor in front of him and rubbed his thighs, keeping your eyes locked on his as they followed your form downwards. Your hands reached further up his legs and you pushed your thumbs into the muscles of his inner thighs, massaging him. “I promise I can make you feel better.”

He maintained his poker face, but shifted in his chair, his growing erection becoming uncomfortable in the tight quarters of his pants. You noticed the outline of his cock taking shape and bit your bottom lip into a smirk.

You slid one of your hands further upwards, dragging your fingers over his balls and over the length of his clothed penis. He clenched his jaw at the growing ache you'd created between his legs. You stroked his cock a few more times before carefully unbuckling his belt and unfastening his pants.

Your movements were painfully slow, but you finally reached down into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled his rock-hard dick out, providing him with immediate relief from the discomfort he’d been biting back. The pleasure of feeling your small hand wrapped around his manhood, the relative size of which made his cock look bigger than it already was, throwing in an ego boost for good measure.

You resumed the act of stroking his cock inside your fist, mesmerized by the sensational juxtaposition of his warm, velvety sheath of skin sliding over his smooth steel-hard shaft. He could keep pretending to be unfazed by your antics, but his body betrayed him. You shifted from your haunches onto your knees and began placing kisses, from the head of his cock down along the underside of his length, all the way to his balls, licking the most prominent vein along the way.

Curious how much teasing he could endure before giving in and ordering you to stuff your mouth with his cock, you flattened your tongue and traced a slow line all the way back up before once again stroking him with your hand. You looked up at him, his mouth hidden by the back of his fisted hand, his narrowed amber eyes locked on you.

He was not going to give in and he most certainly would not beg. He’d sooner wait until you left the room and jack himself off than give you any indication that he was literally sitting on the edge of his seat, silently willing you to suck him down.

Unfortunately for him, however, his body told the true story.

The flexing of his glutes, the knuckles of his hand going white around the arm of his chair, and the bead of precum leaking from the tip of his cock told you everything you needed to know. He was practically squirming with anticipation.

Deciding that it would be counterintuitive to further tease him while seeking repentance for doing the same, you once again brought your mouth to his sex and swirled your tongue around the head of his throbbing cock. You wrapped your lips around him and slowly worked him into your mouth, coating him with your saliva as you went. You hollowed your cheeks and gave a good suck before popping your mouth off him.

He knitted his brows and you could’ve sworn you heard the cracking of plastic under his hand. You looked up into his fiery eyes as you stroked him before lowering your head, taking him into your mouth again, deeper this time. When the head of his cock pressed against the back of your throat, he bit his knuckles to stifle a moan.

You bobbed up and down his cock, pressing him into your throat as far as you could before gagging. You quickly pulled away from him to swallow your gag reflex, leaving a thread of saliva in your wake, your hand taking the place of your mouth until the feeling passed.

You collected the drool in your mouth and pushed the liquid out from your puckered lips, watching it land directly on the tip of his cock before sliding down his length. You began to stroke him again, your ministrations accompanied by the squishing of your saliva every time his cockhead popped through your encircled fingers.

You took him inside your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks until they burned, sucking him for all he was worth. You glanced up at him to find him with his head thrown back while white-knuckling both arms of his desk chair.

Just when you thought how impressive it was that he hadn’t made any sound yet, on one particular upward stroke, he let out a long groan. He was shameless at this point, getting more and more feral with every pass of your lips over the sensitive head of his thick cock. He pulled your hair into a loose ponytail, lightly tugging on it to guide you along at a slightly faster pace.

“Yeah, you better worship my fucking cock. Mm yeah, suck that fat dick, you ungrateful slut.”

You moaned around him, the vibration drawing him ever closer to his end. He was so close, but wanted to degrade you a bit more to make sure you knew your place as his sub.

“That’s it, suck daddy’s cock just like that, yeah? Yeah? You want me to cum down that pretty throat of yours? Then work for it, bitch.”

Your pussy clenched at nothing, the contraction causing some of your slick to drool out and leave a wet spot between your thighs. You whined around his cock as though begging for his cum.

“Mm fuck! So…fucking close, babygirl. Let me hear you beg for my cum again.”

You gazed up into his fiery eyes and whined around his cock again.

“Hhnnn mm baby, shit! Here I fucking cum!”

The first spurt of his seed hit the back of your throat hard and thick, nearly gagging you. The second one came swiftly after and as he rode out his orgasm, he encouraged you.

“Fuck yeah, drink my hot fucking cum all the way down your slutty throat.”

You cleaned him with your mouth, making sure to get every last drop of him.

You stood, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You straddled one of his legs, kissing him, leaning into him, pressing your breasts against his chest. He pushed his tongue over and around yours, grabbing two handfuls of your thick ass.

Your dress was hiked up to your thighs, your naked sex pressed against the rough fabric of his jeans. He used your round ass to guide your pelvis against his thigh, back and forth. Slowly. Deliberately.

You moaned into his mouth and he bounced his leg, causing you to slam down hard onto his thigh. You cried out, taking tight fistfuls of his ash blond hair and tugging.

He tightened his grip on your ass, his fingertips pressing hard into your flesh, rocking you, using his control over your thrusts to increase your speed. He flexed his quad muscle and you rotated your hips just enough to provide more friction against your clit.

He could feel your wetness soaking through the fabric of his pants and against his skin underneath. His cock was hard and raring to go once again. He helped you adjust one of your legs such that you were straddling both of his, the hem of your sundress now pushed up around your waist.

His cock was nearly flat against his perfectly sculpted stomach. He pulled you closer, pressing his length against your sopping sex, the underside of his cock stimulating your clit. He reached behind you to guide his slick cock inside you.

You sank down his entire length, letting out a single loud moan as your tight hole stretched around his thick cock, filling you up one inch at a time. You needed a few seconds to adjust to his size no matter how many times you fucked him, but once you were ready, you started rocking your hips against his, focusing on the way his cock felt inside of you with every thrust. Gods, he felt so fucking good and you told him so.

“Yeah baby, fuck me slow. You deserve to ride my cock like that.”

Your elbows rested on his shoulders, your hands gripping his hair, your forehead pressed into the crook of his neck.

He wrapped his large hands around your undulating hips, giving you more strength as you rode him. He knew the closer you got to orgasm, the more your legs would give out. He would be ready to pump his cock inside your pussy when the time came. He squeezed one of your ass cheeks before pressing his middle finger against your asshole.

“Mm fuck, Katsu!”

He groaned in your ear. “That’s it, baby, cum on my cock.”

Your pace increased while your thrusts became shallower and more erratic, the heat and the friction of your clit grinding against his pubic bone.

He pushed his fingertip inside your tight ass. “Do as I say and cum on my fat knot. Right. Fucking. Now,” he growled.

Each of your whimpers seemed to climb an octave higher than the one before. Finally, the spring in your womb came undone and you froze, completely unraveling around him, calling his name over and over. The contractions of your orgasm massaged the full length of Katsuki’s cock buried deep inside you, sending him over the edge a few seconds later.

“Shit baby, your pussy clamping down on me like that…ah fuck, I’m gonna cum again…”

As you came down from your orgasms together, still joined as one, you began to shake. Katsuki wrapped you in his arms and pulled you closer against him. Your breath was hot against his neck and he knew you were trying not to cry when you drew a ragged breath against him.

He put a hand behind your head and pressed his lips on the top of your head, sensing that this was one of the occasional times when you needed his most tender aftercare.

As much as you loved his aggression during sex, and you absolutely did, sometimes it would leave you feeling vulnerable after a particularly rough round of it.

You had more than made it up to him for giving him a hard time. Now it was his turn to hold you and give you all the love and safety he could possibly offer and as far as he was concerned, for you, that was a bottomless well.

[mypimpademia]

So I'm new here on Tumblr so I'm not sure how it works (I'm used to Wattpad lol), but, if you feel like it, you could make a headcanon with mha guys and a female reader, where Bakugou, Todoroki, Deku and Kirishima help y / n after a coma (if you know, after a coma, you find yourself in a vegetative state and a long physical and mental therapy is required)

I repeat, only if you want, I don't want to force you (my scenarios are quite strange and sad I know)

Anyway, waiting for your reply, love you so much <333

— Recovery

Bakugo x gn!fem!reader, Todoroki x gn!fem!reader, Midoriya x gn!fem!reader, Kirishima x gn!fem!reader

TW: Some Swearing (mostly on bakugos)

Note: I love you too!💖 enjoy boo <333 I'm not an expert on comas or anything like that so a lot of this is probably wrong

— BAKUGO.

⇶ He's the first person to show up when you finally wake up

⇶ And the expression he makes, it's almost like he can't believe what he's seeing

⇶ Because he can't.

⇶ Drops to his knees by your bedside and holds your hand, crying his eyes out while telling you how glad he is that you're awake between hiccups

⇶ Throughout your recovery, he's always there to help and gives you aggressive but genuine encouragement

"C'mon, eat your damn food. I know you're still getting used to it, but you're not gonna get better by not eating. So fucking eat, shit head!"

⇶ Very aggressive, but you know he means well

⇶ Always give you kisses and tells you 'nice job' as positive reinforcement, even it was as simple as feeding yourself

⇶ Katsuki always acts like it's a hassle, but he does literally everything you need

⇶ You want him to help you with trying to walk again? He's there

⇶ You said the pillow supporting your back feels out of place? He'll fix it right now

⇶ Unless you want a new one, he can get that done too

⇶ Katsuki is there every step of the way, and though others come by to visit you every now and then, he comes to see you as much as possible

⇶ Though he comes off as aggressive and rough around the edges, out of everyone, he cares the most

"You're doing fuckin' awesome baby, I'm so proud of you. I love you so much."

— TODOROKI.

⇶ Shoto is just walking into the room whenever you're waking up

⇶ He watches from the doorway, frozen, as you stir in your hospital bed

⇶ When you open up your eyes and look at him, his eyes are wide and overflowing with tears of joy

⇶ He quietly told you he'd be right back between stutters and ran to go get the nurse

⇶ Shoto was used to hospitals by now, considering the situation with his mom

⇶ He's seen it all, so he's got a good idea on how physical therapy works

⇶ He normally visits you on the same days he goes to see his mom

⇶ Whenever he comes, he always sneaks in some small amount of food or candy for you

⇶ Shoto's encouragement is always small

⇶ Usually in the form if small smiles, pecks on the forehead or cheek, or a gentle hand on your head

⇶ And when they're verbal they're short, quiet, and sweet

"You're doing incredible, love. I'm so proud of all the progress you've made."

⇶ Shoto helps you as much as possible

⇶ He comes to your physical therapy as moral support, and let's you talk to him about your mental therapy too (if you want)

⇶ Just makes a good partner to spend time with while healing

⇶ He'll talk to you, help you walk outside a bit, and asks your nurses what more he can do for you

⇶ Attentive to your needs. Ask, and you shall receive

⇶ You want him to sneak you in a specific food? He's got it stuffed in his school bag.

⇶ You want a new blanket? He'll ask you for a specific one.

⇶ Shoto is as supportive as can be, his presence was calming and he knew what he was doing

⇶ He was ready to help you in any way he could, just say the word

"Oh, I got you that blanket you were talking about last time. I'm really proud of how far you've come, love, and I wanted to get you something to show that."

— MIDORIYA.

⇶ Honestly, Izuku hadn't even seen you wake up before he went and got the nurses

⇶ Everytime you made even the slightest movement, or breathed differently when he came to visit, he'd immediately run crying to a nurse telling them you're waking up

⇶ He did it so often that all the nurses and doctors just rolled their eyes when he came to them, but they had to go check anyways because of protocol

⇶ Except this time, he was right

⇶ And by the time he got back to the room with the nurse you were already looking around a bit and the first thing you truly caught sight of was Izuku crying his eyes out

⇶ He was so worried, and until you're fully recovered and discharged from the hospital he probably won't stop worrying for even a second

⇶ Always asking you questions, wondering if you're comfortable or need anything

"Your blankets are comfortable, right? You aren’t cold? Do you need another–"

"Izuku." You cut him off.

He turned his head, silently questioning you.

"I already have three blankets."

⇶ Now, Izuku himself has actually had a bit of physical therapy

⇶ It was just for his arms, after damaging them so badly and so many times in a row, they made him do a little physical therapy for good measure

⇶ He wouldn't know how to help you a whole lot in your case, but he could help with the basics and then some if he has instructions from the nurses

⇶ Always gives you words of encouragement, no matter if you had a good or bad day, he tells you that you did good and gives you kisses

⇶ Izuku is probably the most attentive person you could ask for

⇶ Gets you food, blankets, helps you with extra physical therapy, talks to you about what ever

⇶ He usually catches you up on what's been happening at school, and always goes on about something cool that one of the pros did

⇶ Izuku is always ready to help someone out, and that especially goes for you. Just say the word and he'll do it no questions asked

— KIRISHIMA.

⇶ This sweet thing is dead asleep at your bed side when you wake up

⇶ Whenever he came to visit you before you woke up, he'd kind of just chill there, silently hoping you'll magically wake up

⇶ Would end up doing some homework, studying, or taking a nap

⇶ And sometimes, he'd even pull out a book he'd been reading and read to you, even if you weren't aware

⇶ You sit in your hospital bed, trying to recollect yourself as Eijiro was still in a chair beside your bed, head in the palm of his hand while a book rested on his lap

⇶ About 5 minutes passed before he began to stir awake himself

⇶ He was groggy for a few seconds, wiping drool off his face and rubbing his eyes

⇶ And when he finally collected himself, he took a glance at you only to find you staring back at him

⇶ His mouth gaped and his eyes nearly popped out of his skull before he took another few blinks to make sure he wasn't dreaming

⇶ Eijiro soon found himself crying into your lap and grasping both of your hands between his rough palms, telling you how happy he is that you're awake and how he was so worried

"Oh my god, Y/n!" Eijiro sobbed. "I- I can't believe it, you're really awake. I was so worried for so long, I was starting to think you'd n– never wake up." He gasped.

"I'm so happy you're here."

⇶ You simply smiled down at him, tearing up, not yet having the energy to speak, but he knew you were just as happy to be back

⇶ Eventually, he did realize that he should probably go and alert a nurse that you're awake

⇶ Once your physical and mental therapy started a few days later, Eijiro didn't stop coming to visit

⇶ Always comes in with a sharp toothed grin, kissing your cheek before sitting down and talking to you

⇶ He talks to you about what's been happening at school, asks how therapy has been going, and even now he reads to you every so often

⇶ And some days, you nap together

⇶ Sometimes he brings you food, usually little treats and candies that he knew you liked

⇶ He'll bring in a 4 pack of cupcakes for the two of you whenever you reach a therapy milestone

⇶ And of course, Eijiro has to pair it with a speech about how proud he is of you, and how much he loves you, and how he's so happy you're up and feeling better

"... And I just want you to know, that I'm so proud of you. And that I'm so so so happy that you're here right now, and that I love you more than words can explain."

⇶ He definitely cries everytime, but it's okay because expressing your feelings is manly

⇶ Overall, Eijiro is the best person to have by your side at anytime

⇶ To laugh, cry, imagine things together, or even take a nap with, he's there every step of the way, and honestly keeps you going

—

Taglist; @silkylious @blackweebtrash @love-hashira-raine @denkisdashi @bigheartlittlelies @haksluvr @luvirenee

[prettyboykatsuki]

BEGGING you to expand on bully bakguou

tw ;; toxicity, v minor dubcon, bully!bkg, kirishima being a shit, fem!reader 18+

a/n ;; THIS GOT SO LONG HELP MEEKHJD

hear me out. hear me out everyone just like -

you know i don't disinterested men so this is not one of those situations where bkg is just like.. kind of mean to you. bakugou is your number one devotee

i can't help but picture him doing it to someone a little nerdy but mostly just quiet.. unimpressed by bakugou and his loud and outstanding presence. bakugou is used to attention and loads of it so as soon he sees your distant gaze out the window, you happen to catch his interest.

he doesn't care until he does - until you're a group project and you don't seem star-struck that he's a campus athlete and big and strong. you just seem.. bored and that bothers him. something about your nonchalance rubs him the wrong way, frustrates him to his fucking core.

it's hard to call it bullying at first but you're certain he's picking on you. at first it's small - knocking things over, tugging at your hair like a little kid. but the more into you he gets, the harder he finds it to restrain himself from teasing you completely.

you're just.. not very notable but that's what makes you stick out like a sore thumb in his eyes. he only gets worse, more mean and more often. he tugs your skirts and pants down whenever he gets a chance, and he holds things over your head and makes you beg to get them back and he refuses to leave you alone. calls you petty nicknames, teases you about every little thing.

he just can't help but feel angry the more you brush him off. the frustration that bubbles in his gut when you refuse to see him. what's it gonna take?

you come around his friends and well.. they don't see bakugous obsession but they like you. and you.. you like kirishima a lot. kirishima is nice to you and he smiles a lot and shields you from bakugous treachery. puts a strong hand on the side of your head and tells you to ignore him when he's mean to you

do you think he doesn't see the way you flounder under his touch? oh it makes him sick and so angry. is it so hard to figure out why he treats you like that?

well kind of - because it's probably the first time he realizes that he might actually like you. and all the teasing and bullying are because he likes you. and watching you go all heart-eyes for kirishima is making him want to tear rock from the ground

it comes to fruition because he catches you studying in the library alone one night. you're wearing a jacket at least 3 sizes too big and it looks familiar and it's..

kirishimas.

he's never been so pissed in his life, yanking you from behind before spitting with so much venom what the fuck do you think you're doing? you're literally just confused at first, annoyed even and that only makes him more upset.

"why the fuck are you wearing shitty hairs jacket?"

you flinch, annoyed as you pull back and wrap yourself further in the comforting material. bakugou swears he's gonna kill that fucking bastard when he sees him next - seething as you nuzzle into it innocently.

"he gave it to me cause i was complaining about being cold," you look so damn pleased with yourself "it's comfy"

oh.

oh he's gonna kill him for sure.

he demands for you to take it off. the ice in his tone is unlike everything you've ever heard before so you do so without even asking. wordlessly, he tugs the one he's wearing off and drags it over your head

"put it the fuck on,"

you do. obviously you do because he's pissed and you don't really wanna make it any worse so you tug it on and god, fuck you look so damn cute. so fucking annoying and so cute.

you fix your hair a bit and once it's on he just.. stares at you before practically throwing himself at you. kisses you so fucking forcefully that you feel like your mouth is being bruised and it all happens so fast that you don't even get a chance to adjust, smacking his chest at first before slowly melting into it.

you're so lost and he's just grunting, hands coming up on your thighs with a deep sigh.

"shitty fuckin' dweeb makin' heart eyes all fucking day. you don't have shit else to do?"

"why're you so mad?" and it's a genuine question. he's never been so angry with you before - not once and you just wanna know why. he's still too.. him to confess to you properly so he doesn't.

"the only fucking person you should look at like that is me, shitnerd," and he leans in so close to you, you can feel his breath fan on your skin "did it get through your thick fucking skull yet?"

when you sputter a question, you know it's the wrong move. it takes less than a few minutes, a few seconds for you to end up on your back. your shorts are bunched at your knees and your hoodie and clothes are pulled up barely over your tits. and nevermind you're in the middle of the fucking library during the week - he's decided he'll fuck the lesson into you if he has too.

and you're too turned on to protest, weak shoves to push him away turned into pinned wrists with his clothed leg between your thighs. he lets you grind your cute little pussy into him with a fucking sneer.

"dirty fuckin' bitch," but he leans into kiss you while you moan and whimper and please - so dizzy from the speed of everything happening "do it again,"

bakugou takes you with such vigor and force - your lungs feel like the might collapse. hard cock pounding away at you so hard the whole place fills with the lewd sound of your cunt being ruined - broken in by the campus bad-boy. he holds your legs together and goes and goes and goes. watches you become ragged and breathless with a snarl in his teeth.

"who's fuckin' pussy is this, huh? answer me"

you sob, but he asks again. asks until you reply with a broken "yours!" that has him grinning.

"there you go - not so fuckin' dumb after all. damn right it's mine. all of you is fuckin' mine, yeah?" he gives you an especially rough thrust, his hand on your stomach putting pressure and pleasure down "this sweet little pussy and that pretty face, all of you is fucking mine so don't you dare look at kirishima like that again - got it?"

unable to speak, you nod and drool. and you let him cup your face and kiss with you tongue while you fall apart so hazy on his cock.

it's your fault anyways. you should've noticed, right?

[tired-teacher-blog]

Hey Teach!

Thought I would send in an ask! Loving your work, and this week has been kinda long and rough on my end. From applying to several different summer jobs, taking an online class, and recently being diagnosed with ADHD. I was wondering if I could get some comfort and spice to distract me from the hard stuff in the moment with my favorite boys, aka Shinsou, Kiri, Bakugou, and Todoroki... I don't mind if they are all together or seperate! Also if you'd like you are always allowed to through in our other favorite sleepy head teacher Aziawa into the mix! Thanks again!!!

Hi sweetie! Thank you so much for sending in a request and I'm so sorry it took me forever to get to it. I wasn't feeling well lately and I didn't want to deliver a half assed work. Anyway, I'm really sorry you're going through a hard time lately and I wish this humble gift would lift your spirits ❤️

Title : Here for you

Characters : Bakugo/ Shinsou/ Kirishima/ Shouto/ Gender neutral reader

Genre : Fluff/ angst/ tw: reference to adhd symptoms.

Summary : When your adhd symptoms get too intense to the point of interfering with your work, causing you trouble and lowering your self-esteem, your sweetheart becomes the only one to provide you with comfort.

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

Bakugo :

You stand a moment too long studying your features in front of your bathroom mirror, before splashing more cold water on your face and hoping it would conceal your puffy eyes.

_ "Babe! Dinner is ready come on!" Your boyfriend's shouts reach you from the other side of the door and you take a deep breath going out and hoping he wouldn't notice.

For a while it works, as you manage to suppress your feelings.

However, it all goes to hell when he playfully pulls you on top of him on the couch. You slap his hands away and lash out on a poor unexpected Katsuki..

His eyes are wide open, and the sight brings you back to your senses.

_ "I'm sorry Katsuki, please.. I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to..." Your tears are flowing but it doesn't matter, all that matters is for him to comprehend.

He stands up and wordlessly reachs an arm out for you, wiping your tears away and smiling reassuringly.

He knows, he understands, and most of all, he hates it when you explain.

You squeeze the hand caressing your cheek, begging for it to remain in place.. it does.

His other hand slips around your waist and pulls you gently to his embrace.

_ " Don't apologize, and don't explain anything." he kisses your trembling shoulder, "did something happen at work today?" you nod faintly and start talking about what got you in trouble this time around.

He's patient and he's listening carefully to every word you're saying, offering you small kisses and an encouraging back rub.

You finally fall silent but keep your face buried deep in his chest.

_ "You really had a rough day huh? But you're here and you're still doing your best despite it all and that's what's important. Mistakes happen no matter what so don't let it get to you, but if that asshole of a boss ever gives you a hard time I'll kick his fucking ass for you. Just say it!"

His last words bring the cutest hearty giggles out of you, he loves them and would fight the world to guard them.

_ "Thank you honey, but I can handle that asshole myself." You beam through your tears and sniffles, gazing at him with confidence.

_ "That's my sweetheart! I'm proud of you." He returns your smile and leans in for a deep kiss, one that takes your breath away.

Kirishima :

_ "... Can you believe that? I laughed my ass off!" Your boyfriend is enthusiastically telling you about something that happened with him at work today but you can't, for the life of you, keep up with him.

You suddenly feel overwhelmed and it shows upon your features. You can tell by the way his smile has disappeared.

_ "Honey are you alright?" Eijiro takes your hand in his as he attempts to pull you back to him.

You nod as a response, although too fast for it to be believable. He stands up from his chair pulling you gently with him before taking you straight to your bedroom and leaving your dinner almost untouched.

He didn't really need to ask since it isn't the first time. You're mostly alright -managing to be precise- but sometimes it gets too much for you to bare especially if you start having problems at work.

He drags you to bed, laying down and positioning you on top of him.

It's your favorite position, you like to place your head on his chest and listen to his steady heartbeat. It always helps.

_ "Do you want to talk about it?" His voice is as gentle as ever.

_ "I messed up again at work.. I keep causing trouble.."

_ "Hey y/n it's fine you know? Having set backs here and there is a part of life. And look at you! You're strong and stubborn and you managed to accomplish what many others couldn't despite your struggles. I'm proud of you."

He truly is proud of you and he never misses a chance to give you a reminder. He pulls you closer and kisses the top of your head while his fingers trace gentle shapes on your back.

You start to relax in his arms, and your smile finally returns.

_ "Thank you for believing in me Eijiro."

_ "Always." He lifts your head up and locks your lips in a sweet kiss.

Shouto :

Today was one of those days..

_ "Hello."

_ "Shouto.. are you still at work?"

_ "I'm on my way home honey, how about you?"

And for a moment he hears no answer.

_ "Y/n what's happening?", his voice sounds a bit tense now.

_ "I'm home, I've been home the whole day, please get here quickly."

He blinks a few times in confusion, you two went out together in the morning, each headed to your own workplace, so what does this mean?

_ "Alright sweetheart I'll be there in a minute."

You hang up the phone and bring your knees up to your chest, hugging them tightly in a futile attempt to stop yourself from shaking.

Moments later, your boyfriend's worried voice reaches you: "y/n! I'm home babe." it doesn't take him long to find you cooped up on the couch.

He approaches you slowly and places a gentle hand on top of your head.

_ "What's the matter honey? Talk to me."

_ "I've been sent home today because I messed up during the meeting.. I'm a burden, and an embarrassment! I keep causing trouble for myself and even for you! I don't understand.. I keep trying my best but it never works.. I'm so sorry.. I'm.." your sobs prevent you from carrying on. You're hurt, and ashamed.

You hide your face behind your hands and weep.

You feel the couch cushion dip under his weight and flinch when his palm starts tracing your spine.

_ "Stop blaming yourself over everything love. Who said you were a burden?! Don't even joke about it. You're smart and tough, and you never back down. I admire that about you more than words can explain." he gently pulls you completely on top of him, kissing your temple and bringing your head to rest on his shoulder, "there is nothing wrong with being overwhelmed or messing up sometimes, you've got me and I'm not going anywhere. Whatever you need I won't hesitate to do it."

_ "I want you to keep holding me Shouto, please don't let me go." you're fisting his shirt as you beg and he squeezes you closer to himself: "I will never let you go."

Shinsou :

You're tossing and turning in bed, unable to stay still for a moment.

You haven't been feeling all that well for days and as much as you tried to, you couldn't hide it from your boyfriend.

He's been doing his best to help but nothing is working, and you have finally reached your breaking point.

You're suffocating, you just want to scream at the top of your lungs, maybe then you'll start feeling better.

Your boyfriend is a light sleeper, and you're afraid of accidentally waking him up if you keep fidgeting, so you carefully leave the bed and walk out of the room.

However, you weren't as quiet as you thought you were, because the moment you stepped foot outside of your shared bedroom, a groggy voice along with shuffling feet followed you outside.

_ "y/n, is everything okay beautiful?" he plops down on the floor right next to you and he can't help but notice your shaky legs.

_ "I don't think so, I feel like I'm about to explode." You tighten your fists and clench your jaws as you try to keep it all in check.

_ "Don't hold back", he whispers smoothing a palm over your trembling thigh, "whether you want to cry, scream, talk, hit the wall or even me, go ahead and do it."

You turn around to face him, unsure of what to say or do, but seeing his sleepy eyes and sweet smile clear up your mind at last.

You move to sit on his lap and rest your head against his shoulder: "please hug me Hitoshi.. that's all I need."

He does as instructed, holding you tightly against his chest and placing the softest kisses all over your face and neck.

Your eyes are burning but you are no longer forcing your tears back.

_ "It's alright love, this is good, cry as much as you need and leave nothing in." he lifts your head up and kisses your tear stained eyelashes, "I'm here for you, no matter how hard it gets you'll always have me by your side and that's a promise."

And for the first time in days, your heart is finally feeling lighter.

@kingsheir

[bnha-dumpster]

Alright I’m back mate and boy do I have something. So imagine all of them (boys of the bakusquad) wanting Y/n, and they’ve talked about this together to try and come up with a way to get closer to him. So they decide that in order to get closer to him, one of them (you can decide) has to get into a relationship with Y/n’s sister. (Sister could be an OC, a character, or just a sister insert) This way, all of them can get into his their house without it being suspicious. Y/n’s sister doesn’t really think much about it, but the four of them always tease and borderline flirt with Y/n while they’re there. Don’t think they didn’t notice you blushing. So one day when his sister and parents aren’t home, they all decide to visit, knowing that Y/n is home from college that weekend, and all alone. Deciding that this will be the day that they bring him to bed, each have their turn with him, and milk him till he just can’t come anymore. (Dub-con? Y/n clearly wants it- who wouldn’t lol?)

Just realized that if you dislike some female character in the show, you could just use them as the sister lol. Also sorry my request is kinda long for this, but thanks if you decide to do it! I appreciate it.

oh i love this request so much! may have had a bit too much fun with this and got carried away

pairing: bakusquad (- mina) x male reader content tags: group sex, milking, double penetration, face fucking, male squirting, creampie, sex toys, praise, light degradation, electro stim play word count: 2.5k

The day Sero started dating your younger sister was a weird one. You’d never felt too protective over her considering she’s only a year younger and a hero, but seeing her hold hands with your classmate lit something inside you. It’s why whenever Sero wanted to come over, you’d beg for the rest of the Bakusquad to join him. You thought it was a way to protect your sister. You thought you were doing a good job. Yeah, you thought a lot of things.

Then they started teasing you- even Sero. The four of them love to tease you and act flirtatious with you. Even with Maiko in the room, they all find a way to tease you and not gain any suspicion from her. Their hands wander places where they shouldn't and you can't do anything but give them a stern look as you swat their hands away, blush apparent on your face. You don't know what they're doing but it gives extremely mixed messages.

But you think you finally understand when they show up unannounced, all four grinning as they push their way into your house.

“How long are we gonna let Bakugou eat his face?” 

As soon as the four of them got you in your room, Bakugou pounced on you. He’s holding you by your hips, grinding himself against you. His mouth is smashed against yours, teeth clashing as he devours your mouth with his tongue. You don’t have much of a choice but to go along with it. It’s not like you hate this. Rather, you’re enjoying this way too much. 

“We can get everything set up while they’re eating each other’s faces.” Sero shrugs as he pulls out the contents of the bag. Lube, towels, toys, said toys being Kaminari’s suggestion. “Why’d you bring a cock ring? I thought the goal was to milk him?” 

“It’s for us! Gotta last longer for him, right?” 

“For once you make a good point.” Kirishima pulls Bakugou away from you by his hair, earning a growl. “Stop hogging him, bro.”

“Fine.” 

Kirishima helps you towards the bed, sitting you down on the edge of it. He tugs your sweatpants down, slowly taking your clothes off. You definitely need a breather and the redhead is more than happy to give you one. He does all of the work for you, lifting your legs and body with his strength so all you have to do is sit there. You watch him with half-lidded eyes as you catch your breath. Besides your heavy breathing, you can hear the other three taking their own clothes off. The rustling of their clothes falling to the floor is as quiet as it’ll be from now on.

Your cock springs out of your boxers, almost completely hard from Bakugou’s actions. It’s a little embarrassing how quickly you’re turned on. They just think it’s cute.

“Denki, didn’t you say you wanted to taste him?” 

The blond in question nods eagerly and nearly trips over himself to replace Kirishima’s spot between your legs. He’s already excited, cock hard and slapping against his stomach. Does the thought of giving you head really turn him on that much? 

Apparently it does. He lets out a small moan when he grabs your cock and pumps it a few times. You can see his eyes dilate and his mouth is open slightly as he admires it. And when he finally takes it in his mouth, it feels like he’s practiced for this. 

“Fuck, Denki-” His mouth is warm and inviting, his tongue doing its best to wrap around the shaft as he bobs his head. You weave your hands into his hair and help him take you deeper. You’re not huge, but you do know it might take a bit to take all of you. 

Then he moans. The vibrations go straight to your core and your shove his face flush against your hips. He gags around your cock but doesn’t try to pull away. Instead, he looks up at you with eyes that scream for you to keep going. You’re not the type of person to refuse someone, so you give him exactly what he wants. 

You take hold of his head and move it up and down, using his mouth as a toy. Kaminari moans each time your cock hits the back of his throat. The two of you are caught up in the moment to the point where you don’t notice Sero coming up behind you. The hero begins to kiss along your neck, hands going to grope at your chest. Finger pinch your nipples harshly and you let out a surprised moan. 

“Hanta, what are you doing?” 

“Your chest looked a little lonely.” He hums and continues to play with your nipples, pinching and flicking them as he kisses your neck. You’re not sure what Kirishima and Bakugou are doing but you can’t focus on it, not when you’re reaching your end. Your hips stutter and you press Kaminari’s face against you as much as you can. The blond’s eyes roll back into his head as you cum, shooting ropes down his throat. You can feel him swallow it all and the sensation makes you groan. 

Kaminari removes himself from your cock with a pop, face red. Tears and drool cover his face and it’s oddly endearing. 

“Alright, Kirishima?” Sero grabs you by your hips and pulls you with him further onto the bed. He rests against the headboard and continues to tease your nipples. Kirishima crawls in front of you, a bottle of lube in hand. You know what he’s going to do but it doesn’t make you any less anxious.

“Hey, hey, it’ll be okay.” The redhead rubs comforting circles into your inner thigh, smiling at you. You watch him pour some lube onto his fingers and circle your hole gently. He watches your face as he begins to push one finger in. There’s a moment of surprise when it goes in without much protest, you looking to the side to avoid his stare. You’re thankful that he doesn’t say anything. Rather, he just pushes another finger inside you.

It takes a few tries before he manages to find that soft spot inside you. You let out a whimper and your hips move away. Bakugou is more than happy to sit on your stomach, keeping you in place. 

The blond takes this chance to devour your mouth once more. This time you moan and kiss back with as much need as he does. His erection grinds against your stomach as you kiss. You reach down to pump his cock a few times, enjoying the feeling of how hot and heavy it is in your hand. Bakugou swats your hand away and glares at you, pulling back.

Kirishima is eager to fuck you. He pulls his fingers out after barely prepping you and slathers his own cock with lube. You’re sure he doesn’t mean to, but he sheathes himself inside you a little too quickly. A small yelp leaves you and three sets of eyes land on the redhead. The three heroes stare at him for a moment before turning their eyes back to you. 

“Sorry he’s being so rough...” Sero leaves open mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulders as he soothes you, “We’ve just wanted to fuck you for so long.” 

Bakugou moves off of you, sitting beside you as Kirishima begins to move slowly. Kaminari has settled on the other side of you, one hand cupping your balls and the other teasing the head of your limp cock. 

A small shock goes through you. It’s from Kaminari’s hand, the blond stimulating you back to hardness with his hands. The shocks are sent through both your cock and balls. You squirm and whimper, the head of your cock twitching pathetically with each shock. Even if it’s not hard, it still weeps precum all over your abdomen. 

Then the redhead’s pace gets rough. His balls slap against your ass with each thrust, making sure your hips meet before he pulls out. Your overwhelmed by the stretch of your walls and how Kirishima seems to be rubbing against all the right spots inside you. There’s even a small bump that appears whenever he’s fully inside you. It pokes out of your stomach and the other three marvel at how hot it is. 

Kaminari’s shocks finally bring your cock back to life. It stands at attention, tip swollen and red. He lets go of it and watches it slap against your stomach, precum smearing over the skin. 

“Relax for us, Y/N.” 

You don’t know what Kaminari means until you see something in Bakugou’s hand. It’s metal and long but you don’t exactly know what it is. At least, until the blond begins to circle it around the head of your dick. There’s no warning for your when he prods the slit of your cock with it, slowly inching the rod inside you. It’s a strange feeling but it doesn’t hurt. For a moment you think it’s not so bad, but then Bakugou presses a button.

“Wha-” The rod is vibrating. Your back arches off the bed and tenses, a confused moan escaping you. Sero leans down to capture your lips, kissing you gently compared to Bakugou. Both blond heroes are tending to your nipples, each one has a nipple in their mouth. Bakugou’s hand is wrapping around the base of your cock, pumping it gently. Kaminari is once again fondling your sack, giving it small squeezes and shocks to stimulate you. 

And you cum, you cum hard. Strangled moans are muffled by Sero’s lips. Your cock twitches and cum leaks out past the rod, dribbling down your shaft slowly. It’s a strangle climax. It doesn’t come out like it usually does and everywhere is being touched. You don’t get to come down from your high either- it just keeps going. They don’t stop what they’re doing, the only thing changing being the way Kirishima’s thrusts grow erratic. 

He releases inside you and you can vaguely feel warmth filling you. It feels empty when he pulls out, your hole clenching around nothing. Kirishima takes a moment to spread your ass to watch his cum leak out a little. 

“Who’s next?” 

Sero releases your lips and removes himself from behind you, letting Kirishima take his place. He situates between your legs and ruts his cock against your ass. He can feel your hole clenching each time he brushes the head of his cock against it. Your body is so needy and he can’t possibly refuse you. 

He’s longer than the redhead, that’s for sure. Not as thick, but definitely longer. Sero reaches deeper and touches places you didn’t think could be touched. His pace is slow, watching the way your hole so eagerly swallows his cock. You’re clenching and trembling so much from the overstimulation, the vibrating rod still abusing your limp cock. 

“Good boy, good boy, Y/N.” Kirishima praises you as tears fall from your eyes. It blurs between pain and pleasure and you don’t know how to process it. You cling to his words, holding into his arms as he shushes you. “We’re so proud of you. You’re so good for us, so good. We’ll take such good care of you.” 

You’re mouth is left unattended. Moans and sobs fill the room, a line of drool coming out of your mouth. You can’t form any words either. They’re enamored by it, staring at how you’ve come undone just after two times. A thin layer of sweat covers your body and it makes you look shiny, you practically glow.

“Fuck, so tight- you’re so tight, Y/N.” Sero’s words barely register. Something is building in your core as Kaminari begins to send larger shocks through your sack. They make your cock twitch more than it already is. The constant vibrations inside your urethra are making your cock vibrate and twitch even when it’s soft. 

“Kaminari.” The hero fucking you catches the blond’s attention. He puts a finger in your ass and tugs it open a little more. “Think you can fit?” 

The absence of Kaminari’s lips and hands don’t register right away, especially when Bakugou begins to pinch your abandoned nipple. Your haze is lifted somewhat when you feel your ass stretching just a bit more. The blond is slowly pushing his cock inside, joining Sero in your tight hole. The stretch alone forces another orgasm through you without even getting hard, more cum leaking past the rod. 

As Kaminari sheathes himself completely, the other hero stills. They don’t move for a bit, they let you get used to having both of them inside you. 

“What a good boy. You’re taking them so well, taking them just like we know you could.” Kirishima’s words soothe you. “They’re going to make you feel even better.” 

Then they start moving. The two of them alternate thrusts, moving slowly and carefully. Your belly bulges from the stretch and Kirishima reaches down to rub the bulge, groaning at the feeling. His cock twitches with arousal behind you. But he’s had his turn and you need comfort. 

Your prostate is being pressed against constantly. It’s a never-ending stimulation of your most sensitive spots. You hold onto Kirishima as tightly as you can as a rush of warmth goes through you. The feeling isn’t the same as an orgasm and you lift your head up for a brief second to see clear fluid gush out of your cock past the rod. 

“Oh my god, he just squirted.” Kaminari stares down at you in wonder as he fucks you, grabbing your cock and pumping it. Your stomach is covered in whatever you let out. Bakugou moves himself down to lick at it, curious to its taste. It’s not pleasant, but not unpleasant either. 

And the blond is hard, impatient for his turn. As much as he wants to fuck you properly, he needs release. He turns your head to face him, his cock gently slapping against your face. Your mouth is already open and he begins to slide it inside. The moans and sobs you make vibrate around his cock, making him feel amazing. It’s difficult to keep himself from fucking your face like you did with Kaminari but he knows that a slow pace is better. 

The head of his cock presses against the back of your throat and you gag before he pushes deeper. Your face meets his pelvis for a few seconds before he pulls out. Bakugou is looking down at you as your eyes flutter closed, mouth stretched to fit his cock inside of it. You look so cute, so eager to please him. Your head must be a mess right now. 

“Damn, I’m cumming already. This is amazing.” 

The blond fucking your ass stills inside you, cum filling you. Sero is still going, his pace slow and deep. He’s nowhere near done and has more stamina than the other three. Taking it slow and thoroughly enjoying the warmth of your ass is how he wants to go. 

More cum leaks out of your cock and finally, the rod is pulled out. Cum practically pours out once the rod is fully out. It pools on your stomach and mixes with the fluids from your squirting. 

Your head is a mess, a haze of pleasure. You don’t know what’s going on besides how good you feel from all of them. You don’t care anymore. They can do whatever they want with you. 

[writteninkat]

heyy!! what about a S/O that bites?👀 the area they chose dosen't matter she would still bite [character name]

it can be SFW and/or NSFW whatever seems more fun for you >:)

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BNHA GUYS WITH AN S/O WHO BITES

w/ Bakugou, Todoroki, Midoriya, Kirishima, Kaminari

a/n: this caught my eye honestly i love this idea

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KATSUKI BAKUGOU

first time you bit him, it was a way for you to not moan. like you were holding back the embarrassing sound and his shoulder was the closest to your lips

as he rammed inside you, both of you closing in on your highs, your nails dug onto his back and your mouthed closed in on his exposed shoulder, biting with so much force you felt sorry about tasting blood

once the both of you have calmed down, Katsuki immediately takes his phone and looks at the bite mark with his front camera

"'Suki, I am so sorry!" You gasp, seeing the red (and kind of bleeding) bite mark on his shoulder

Katsuki smirks and throws his phone back on the nightstand, his lips hungrily kissing your jaw

"Do it again"

SHOTO TODOROKI

Shoto seems like the guys who'd want to be all conservative about your guys' sex life but I bet you my kidney he's the complete opposite

when he goes to the gym with the rest of the boys, he usually wears a loose sweater and some shorts but when he knows you've left your marks on him, he's gonna be working out shirtless the entire time

and he doesn't shy away from all the staring as well

as he does pull ups, the guys'll be staring at your claw marks on his back and especially noting the bite marks all over his chest, shoulders and sides and in the mirror he'll look at them all smug like "mmhmm they're an animal. if you pray maybe the guy up there might give you one, too."

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

he's always been the one to leave bite marks all over your body but they gave you a thought

what if you tried to bite him?

all your friends tend to mind their own business but the second they see you two walk out with bite marks on your necks and shoulders, they can't fight their eyes from widening and their jaws from dropping

kiri feels highly smug and proud about it, as if he'd just taught you how to play the violin in a night

he loves the sight of your mark on him and even shows it off to his friends who take a step back

"they're an animal, bro. didn't think it was able to fall for them even more but god i'm down bad!"

IZUKU MIDORIYA

the second you bite him, this man is creaming all over

it doesn't matter if you've just started the second round seconds ago, dig your teeth on him and he's putty in your hands

when you first bit him, it was really unintentional. but at that same night, you also find out you may be a switch and the day after you can't help but daydream about izuku's flushed, panting face as you ride him, leaving your bite marks all over his body

"too sensitive... too sensitive!" izuku whines making you coo at him. you press down on the new bite mark you've given him on his hard chest, the pain causing him to lose himself and release inside you. you pout at his helpless reaction, "aww, but i didn't give you permission to cum yet."

DENKI KAMINARI

he finds it absolutely adorable; your weak attempt at not cumming before him

he made you a bet, telling you he'll give you free reign on his black card if you don't cum before him. and you took it cause you didn't feel like being a lil bitch

"look at you, taking my cock like a champ." denki chuckles

he knows your weak spots too well. dirty talk, degrading, rough and deep thrusts.

you thought if you held your group and focused all the build-up on something else, you may delay your high for even just a few seconds

so you bite the back of your palm. bad idea.

the second you feel the pain, your walls are clenching around his cock greedily and you feel a shiver rippling its way up your spine

well. new kink unlocked.

[deartouya]

“ dating hcs ” [ eijiro kirishima ]

-> summary: the mandatory, cliche, what dating eijirou kirishima would include headcanons.

-> pairing: kirishima x gn!reader

-> word count: 876

-> warnings: gn!reader, mentions of food i think, cursing but that's it i think!

↳ eijirou is a very intense lover. he pours everything he has into loving you and showing you how much you matter to him.

↳ he tells you he loves you all the time too, no matter when or where. he definitely was the first one who said i love you and he's continued daily since. he just sees you across the room and thinks, "god, i love you," with the purest, toothiest grin on his face.

↳ he tells everyone around him how much he loves you too- no matter how appropriate that is. you were all tamaki and fatgum heard about during patrols and you've lost count how many times bakugou told you that you two were "fucking disgusting."

↳ eijirou really likes taking you out on dates- smaller ones like movie marathons or baking together, too. he always buys you flowers beforehand, no matter how casual the date. he read a book on the meaning of flowers when you first started dating, so they're always really special and meaningful.

↳ he carries everything for you- your bag, your coat, a box you need moved, your plate, you. it makes him feel so needed and strong- like he's there for you and able to look after you. So, he insists on carrying anything remotely heavy. your feet start to hurt after a night out? he's already scooped you into his arms, picking his previous stride back up.

↳ he'll also always pick you up after it rains and there's puddles on the ground so you don't get your socks wet. he'll wrap a strong arm around your waist and effortlessly move you to the other side, ignoring any protests.

↳ kiri's also very talkative. he loves you and he wants to tell you everything he's thinking! if he gets really excited about something, you're the first person he goes to so he can ramble. the bright look in his eyes and the wide smile he wears as he tells you about something new he learned in training is so beautiful.

↳ he also likes to joke around with you. he's comfortable with you and he likes to see you laugh, even if some of his jokes aren't very funny and are incredibly cheesy. he'll randomly tell you a dumb knock-knock joke in the middle of lunch, or a pick-up line just to see you smile and roll your eyes.

↳ he needs a hand on you all the time. he'll hold your hand while you walk together, give you constant piggyback rides so he can grip your thighs, or just toss himself on top of you while you're sitting on the couch.

↳ he's very fond of kissing you. he'll kiss you anytime he sees you, no matter where you are. a kiss first thing in the morning, one while he drapes himself over you while you cook, tracking you down in the hall to press one to your forehead. he just loves to kiss you.

↳ he's also very generally touchy. he'll initiate little touches all the time too, pulling you into his lap or onto the couch next to him and whenever you share a booth at a cafe- tucking you under his arm and running a finger up and down your upper arm. he just loves being able to touch you.

↳ he likes when you return the touching too. he leans into every hug, kiss, or touch you give and always chases after you for more. he got you into a routine of after-work massages after he went on a particularly rough mission. he always comes home, sore and exhausted, to eat dinner with you, take a shower, and then flop face down into the bed. massages make him fall asleep almost immediately, but the next morning he's so appreciative- kissing every inch of your face and returning the favor if you ask.

↳ eijirou constantly tries to surprise you with gifts, even if he's really bad at it. every year he'll try and hide your birthday gift and every year he manages to either tell you what it is or leave it out for you to see. he's really bad at keeping secrets- he tells you everything and it's so hard not to spoil every surprise he plans.

↳ also he really likes if you do things for him. whenever the red in his hair starts fading, you go out and buy the dye for him without him having to remind you. whenever you get home he's always waiting for you, lower lip protruding and staring at you with lovestruck eyes. he likes knowing that you care about him as much as he does for you.

↳ he tends to put you before him, too. not necessarily in an unhealthy way, he just constantly factors you’re time and feelings into his thoughts. before he goes out or plans something with his friends, he always talks to you first.

↳ overall, i think that eijirou is a very considerate in a relationship. he treats you like you’re priceless, something to take care of. which he does, he’s constantly thinking about you and what you’re doing and will be very happy if you return the same amount of care towards him.

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🏷: @veenxys , @izukus-gf , @dinodumbass , @myaaki , @tipsyangels , @uwuthatshit , @akaakeijii

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Breathe, baby

Personal trainer!Southern!Bakugou

Porn with plot, unprotected sex, creampie, exhibitionism??, praise ig, implied pining, my shitty endings

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♡♡

You loved the gym.

Not because you liked working out .

It was a pain when you woke up sore, or when you got sticky with sweat, even though the high of a workout is always worth it, and it meant you could finally fit into that tiny skirt from the mall you saw last week.

What you loved was how your undeniable attraction towards your new personal trainer made for good entertainment.

Katsuki Bakugou.

He was beautiful, new in your city, came from some place down south, and you're sure he knew every time he saw you how much you wanted him.

You couldn't stop gawking, always looking at his ass when he showed you how to do the squats, doing over his pure strength when he did pull ups.

You had arrived right on time, stretching before hand and making sure you looked good.

You strolled into your training room, already hearing some upbeat music and seeing Bakugou doing pull ups, grunting and muscles shaking from the slight strain.

You stand in the doorway, watching sweat trickle down his neck, into the wide neckline of his cami, which clung to his body, nipples peaking through the shirt.

His jaw was clenched, little huffs leaving him as he brought himself up again. The veins on his arms popped against his complexion, and you startled when you realized you were drooling.

You gave a soft cough, alerting him of your presence and watching as he hopped down, red eyes locking onto yours as his chest heaved, cheeks pink and eyes low. The headband holding his hair out of his eyes was slipping, so you went into action.

You dropped your bag on the ground, making your way towards him quickly. When you reached your hand out to touch him, he narrowed his eyes at you and stepped back, cheeks darkening further.

"Somethin' the matter, miss?"

You smile, body flushing at the way he draws out the formality.

"Oh, I just saw your headband was a little crooked. Wanted to fix it, was all."

He nods, giving you a once over before pushing it back up his forehead, turning to get a mat out.

"Oh I already did some workouts before I got here. Unless you wanna stretch me out some more. "

The wicked smile on your face doesn't go past Bakugou, his vermilion eyes widening as he steps back, grumbling under his breath as he turns back around, setting down two mats and sitting on one.

"We're doin' yoga. Noticed how yer' body was shakin' las' time so we're takin it easy t'day."

You give his strong back a dreamy smile.

Fuck, he's hot, healthy, and attentive? You could feels yourself start to swoon.

You make your way over to the other mat, sitting on your knees.

"M' gonna guide you through each pose, then we'll do em together, yeah?"

You let out a breathy "yeah" in response and watch as he rises to his feet, towering over you, before positioning himself behind you.

"Gonna touch you now."

Shit.

You feel a big, heavy hand gently land on the middle of your back, pushing you to rest on your elbows.

"Stand up, but keep yer' arms down f'me"

You raise your lower half into a standing position, arching your back forward. Bakugou goes to your front and squats, taking your hands and placing them in front of you so you're in downward dog position.

"Hold it there for 15 seconds."

You close your eyes and breath in, shuddering when you get a whiff of his musk, smoky and sweet.

"One"

"Two"

You peek open your eyes, looking up slightly to see him looking at his watch, counting the seconds down.

"Six"

"Seven"

You take the time to really admire him, his strong thighs, the way you can see freckles dotting the exposed skin, the way his shorts hug his waist, his top riding up on his abs and showing off a patch of hair trailing down..

"Thirteen"

"Fourteen"

You close your eyes at fifteen, pretending like you weren't just imagining ripping his shorts off with your teeth and running eager fingers through his blonde happy trail.

You're so caught up in your thoughts that you almost miss the way he runs his hand back down your spine, easing you down and murmuring a raspy,

"Good girl."

Before straightening up and walking over to the speakers.

Dazed, you watch as he puts on more relaxing music, walking back over to you.

"M' gonna try somethin' a little more difficult, kay? Let me know if ya start to ache."

Oh, you're already aching.

Aching for that di-

"Okay, I'll let you know."

He grunts in approval, twirling his finger for you to stand up.

He comes to your side this time, placing his hand back in the middle of your spine and bending you backwards slowly, humming when you reach your hands to brace yourself.

"Doin' such a good job fer me, yeah? Think ya can be a good girl and hold it fer 30 seconds?"

You almost audibly whimper.

"Mhm, I'll be so good Bakugou."

He starts counting, a deepness to his voice that wasn't there before, and you can feel your thighs begin to shake.

Bakugou can't take his eyes off of you, the way you bend so easily, taking his every word so nicely, eyes hazy and dazed and so so pretty.

The way your thighs shake makes him want to drop to his knees and sink his teeth into them. He wants to mark you up, leave bruises on your pretty ass and then kiss them better, eat out your sweet cunt and stuff you with his fingers when you get too loud.

He was raised with manners, though, and before he does any of that has taking your fine ass on a date.

"Thirty."

You breath out a shaky sigh, letting his hand guide you back down to the floor.

You look at the time, almost jumping in excitement when you realize your session is almost over. You need to get home now. Your panties are aboslutely drenched and you don't know how long you can go without saying something too bold.

Bakugou notices your excitement, raising a brow as he situates himself on his mat.

"Got smwhere to be, Miss?"

You flush, images of you with your hands between your legs and a certain blonde on your mind flashing through your head.

"Nope. Just wanna shower and eat my loneliness away."

He chuckles at that, sitting in lotus position.

"You have any plans?"

He looks up at you, studying your face for a bit, lips turning up slightly when you squirm.

"Nah. I got nuthin'."

You gulp, copying his position and fiddling with your fingers

"Well, uh. Do you wanna maybe.."

"Spit it out, angel, times runnin' out."

You bite your lip, the way he rasped the pet name had your head spinning.

"We could maybe get something to eat,, together? I can cook for you,, Like a date."

You're met with silence, and you feel embarrassment wash over you for a split second before you see a rough, veiny hand on front of you, then feel a warm palm on your face.

You look up and meet red eyes in searing eye contact, his lips curled in a smirk and cheeks dusted pink.

"A date, hm? I'd fuckin' love to Darlin'."

You squeal internally, missing his warmth when he pulls away to count to 30 once again.

♡♡

After stuffing yourself and Bakugou with some curry chicken, you invited him onto the balcony, sitting next to him on the swing seat.

You couldn't take your eyes off him the entire night. He was wearing a simple shirt and joggers, but the top hugged him so well and his sweats were low, riding up everytime he lifted something from the top shelf for you.

There a was a thick tension in the air. You wanted so badly to lean over and grab his jaw, to kiss him and make him groan, make him breathless with pleasure-

"Hey, ya listenin'? I asked ya a question."

You stratle, realizing you were staring at his face for too long.

"Sorry. I just wanted to kiss you- I mean,, fuck-"

Yeah, you shouldn't have drinking so much wine.

Bakugou’s eyebrows raise almost comically, eyes wide and lips pulling back in a grin, his handsome face inching closer to you until you can almost taste him.

"Ya wanna kiss me? Go 'head, I ain't stoppin' ya."

You immediately crash your lips against him, wasting no time in bringing your hand up to cradle his jaw, moaning when his big hand curls around your throat.

He tilts your head back, licking into your mouth and grabbing a thigh with his free hand, dragging you onto his lap. You roll your hips slowly, relishing in the groan it pulls from him.

He pulls away momentarily to suck at your bottom lip, biting down on it before kissing the stinging flesh.

He fiddles with the hem of your sun dress, gaze burning into you.

"Can I take this off, Darlin'?"

You pant above him, shivering at how sexy he sounded.

Damn, consent was hot.

"I don't know, can you?"

Your giggle is cut off by a moan when he flicks at your nipple through the dress, nipping at your collarbone.

"May I take this off, Brat?"

You whimper and nod, earning you another searing kiss before he pulls your dress up, watching your tits bounce out, taking a nopple into his mouth as his hand slides down.

He squeezes your doughy thighs in his hands, fingers pinching and kneading until he reaches your cunt.

You pray that he doesn't tease, you've been worked up for so long, and thankfully, he doesn't, slipping a finger into you and rubbing gently at your clit, picking up pace gradually and adding a second finger as you arch your back.

You pant and lean forward, hands lacing into his hair and hips grinding down onto his fingers. He groans into your nipple, moaning "harder" against you.

You comply, and he shudders, hips canting up to meet the downward roll of yours.

You feel your high creeping up on you, but you wanna feel him so bad, so you sluggishly push him away, earning you a confused grunt.

"Wanna cum on your cock."

Bakugou growls at that, lifting you up with one hand on your hip while the other pushes his sweats and boxers down, his thick cock springing free. You gape down at it, fat and veiny, flushed and dripping with pre as it twitches under your gaze.

His balls are fat too, heavy and round amd you just wanna take one in your mouth and suck till he creams from how good it feels.

Bakugou interrupts your staring with tap to your hips, slowly easing his way into you.

His thick mushrooms head pops in, and it burns so good. You feel like he's in your throat by the time he's all the way in, veins pulsing and dragging along your gooey walls. He leans his head back agasint the swing, mouth opening to pant as he move, feet digging into the ground and hips thrusting harshly into you.

His face is a dusty pink, eyes going crossed and drool starting to slide out of his mouth as he moans, hips picking up speed and fingers rubbing into your clit so good you almost collapse.

"Hah, yer so good, Darlin', fuck squeezin' me so good, gnna make me bussst"

"S'so close-"

"Mmh fuck, me too Angel. You wanna cum on my cock, Darlin? Cream all over me, make a mess of my balls and this cute little swing fuck fuck fuck- gnna bust baby, fill you up so fckin good."

You give a silent scream, arching your back and cumming hard, Bakugou following as he shoots thick ropes of cum into you, sliding down his base and pooling at his fat ball, still twitching.

"This is gnna be a bitch to clean up ain't it?"

@miggiisdumb @lady-bakuhoe

[shotorozu]

you like their hands

character(s) : shinsou hitoshi, kirishima eijirou, monoma neito (2/?)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns, quirk left unmentioned

post type : headcanons + small scenario [fluff, the mildest of spice] not even nsfw

note(s) : i was gonna put denki in this but i had a hard time thinking about what kinda hands he’d have, so i’m putting him in the next post

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shinsou hitoshi

his hands are big, and his fingers are quite thick.

really likes wearing rings and bracelets, but he usually doesn’t wear them when he’s working (i’d say that bc wearing jewelry while doing physical activity HURTS)

regarding texture, his hands were initially soft— but due to transferring in the hero course, they roughened up over time

he’ll use hand cream if you want, but he doesn’t go the extra mile. and his nails are trimmed at all times. painting his nails a black color would be great once in a while.

lol i forgot to mention nails in the last post

he notices right away that you like his hands when he catches you staring at them when he’s cracking his knuckles

like.. people have said that his hands are nice, but he doesn’t really say much about them bc they’re not you

scenario

a crack sound is briefly heard in the rather silent room. the scrolling on your phone halts, and your eyes follow the sound of the crack.

ah, he’s cracking his knuckles. you think to yourself, and you’re left just simply admiring the way he applies pressure on a knuckle. who knew that his rather— large hand would look appealing, even while cracking his knuckles.

you snap out of your observation, but instead of just simply going back to whatever you were doing, you’re met with lilac eyes. “you were staring again.”

your cheeks heat up, and you opt to just turn your head to the opposite direction. “sorry,” you apologize. however— that’s not what hitoshi was looking for apparantly.

“if you like my hands alot,” he scoots next to you, hands sliding up and down your arms— his firm grip practically making the pre existing butterflies in your stomach act up again. “then you should’ve said so, kitty.”

is he conscious of his actions? hm. you could say that

he’ll purposely play with his capture tool right in front of you— the material wrapping around his hand. and he can only laugh when you immediately get absorbed into it

the back of his hand will brush against your cheek. then, when he comes in to kiss you, he’ll cup your cheek— kissing you with his other hand resting at your nape

under the table, his hand will start to slide against yours, interlocking hands with you. he’ll act like nothing is happening, but on the inside— he’s taking in your reaction

a little spicy, but when he wants you to look at him— he’ll do that thing where his thumb brushed against your bottom lip, as it almost dips right into your mouth

if he feels a little extra, his hand will also be tugging on your hair (if you’re fine with that. otherwise, he’s sticking to the one above)

oh and he also does that thing where he rests his hand on your neck, thick fingers squeezing your throat lightly.

overall— THIS MAN omg, he’ll entertain your interest in his hand nicely, just for you. and every single thing he does is memorable

kirishima eijirou

his hands are quite normal regarding size, they are almost always veiny, a lot more than bakugou’s actually. i think at some point he was concerned about them

his hands are rather flushed in color, but that’s because of his quirk. his fingers have a few tiny scars here and there,

he occasionally has pen marks on his wrists due to bad penmanship, and his nails.. don’t look the best, but they’re not the worst it’s bc of his quirk

the palms of his hands are ridden with callouses. but he wears them with pride because it’s the pure evidence of his hard work with his training.

but he starts to get worried about them when he goes to hold your hand.

you always had a thing for kirishima’s hands, but you just never had the chance to tell him that. i guess asking you did it for him

scenario

did you even realize how hard you were staring at his hands right now? it happened every single time he enlaced his arms around you, his hands resting at the sides of your arms

at first, he thought it might’ve been because his hands are too rough, or you might’ve been in discomfort— because maybe, just maybe, he accidentally activated his quirk?

the fact that he can’t exactly tell what it is worried him, maybe he should just ask you.

but his worry washed off when you told him upfront that you ‘liked his hands’

“wait so.. you’re staring at my hands because you like them?” kirishima wants to confirm your words, and— so casually, by the way— nod in agreement.

tracing the veins on his hands, you elaborate “your hands are really nice, i can tell how hard you must’ve worked.” pressing your smaller hand against his, you smile.

eijirou takes a moment to process it, but it’s surprisingly quick. “oh t-thanks!” he sheepishly took the compliment, a small blush sporting on his cheeks. “i’m glad it wasn’t because you thought they were weird.”

kirishima unintentionally feeds your interest with his hands. like sometimes.. he’s just not aware of it, but yes— he is feeding your interest well

will always make you compare hand sizes with him, chuckling softly at the dazed look on your face when your palms touch

if you allow him, he’ll fix your hair for you. doesn’t matter what hair type you have, he’ll do LOTS of research to know how to style it

those hands are magical

if you get a papercut, or a wound from cooking— he’ll patch you up, then he’ll press a kiss on the bandaid.

he’ll do this thing where he’ll squeeze your sides when you pull in for a hug. but if you’re not okay with that, he’ll opt to just rubbing your back with his hand— rocking you softly as he hugs you

a little spicy, but his hands do wander a lot. you might need to even hold them in place to make sure they don’t go too wild

in addition to that, he’ll just SLIGHTLY, activate his quirk to make sure you’re conscious of his touch. his finger tips gliding against your back, sending shivers down your spine.

but of course, he’s careful. he doesn’t activate it to the point it causes scratch marks, nor will his actions draw blood. he doesn’t wanna do that

in short— kirishima’s a little clueless at first. he wouldn’t really tease you in public, but he’s surprisingly attentive to your interest.

monoma neito

his hands are on the tipping edge of slightly above average. he doesn’t have a lot of veins on his hands, but they do pop out depending on what quirk he’s using

monoma’s hands are pretty spotless of any scars (from cuts, abrasions, etc.) because he gets REALLY annoyed with wounds pretty easily

to the point he’d want to attend to the wound immediately, he doesn’t let them sit— it’s just a personal preference

his nails are at the perfect length. not too long and not too short to the point it hurts, you don’t know how he does it.

wears watches on his wrists, and not the digital type— he sorta acts like he can read it easily, but it takes him a few seconds to even get to know the time

you know this because kendo snitched on him and told you LOL

you secretly hate yourself for this, but you really like his hands because of how he takes care of them. you’d never tell monoma even though you’re dating him

scenario

you’re unsure of yourself on how your boyfriend— monoma, found out about your fascination with his hands. it was supposed to be a secret for the rest of your life, and you only remember talking about it once out loud

which you assumed was a close call, considering that you thought he didn’t hear it at all— but he did.

“so i heard you like my hands, huh Y/N?” monoma’s teasing tone does not aid the situation. your cheeks heat up with embarassment, and you can’t get yourself to answer his question— without sounding like a fool anyway.

you fake annoyance, “where’d that come from?” you ask, and monoma doesn’t seem to want to switch the topic

“i’m asking you a question, dear Y/N— i heard you like my hands,” his tone would’ve sounded condescending to any other person, but you can tell that he’s either genuinely curious

or just teasing you, because that’s how he is.

to aid his question, he brushes his fingers along your neck— near your pulse. you jolt, stunned by the sudden action— heart beating rapidly against your chest.

“see,” monoma presses his hand against your chest, where your heart is palpitating, grinning in a way that’s teasing you “it’s true, isn’t it? sweet Y/N has a thing for my hands, hm?”

you furrow your eyebrows, and flick his forehead— and he hisses in reaction, “fine then, i do like your hands.” you finally give in, admitting final defeat.

ever since then, you haven’t heard the end of it

definitely that person that’ll just randomly bring it up to you, no matter what hour of the day it is.

“oh Y/N, you were totally fawning over my hands earlier—”

“i will castrate you.”

you know he means well most of the time, but sometimes he just loves teasing the heck out of you.

but that doesn’t mean he neglects your obvious interest in his hands.

he’ll compliment you, he’s a snarky person in general— but to you, he’s totally smooth with it.

slides his hand from your forearm to your hands, only to bring them up to his lips, pressing a kiss against your hand

squeezes your hand everytime he sees you, it’s kind of a nonverbal greeting at this point

similar to kirishima, he likes comparing hand sizes— teasing you about the size difference (even if it’s not even a big of a difference, he’ll take that chance.)

does this thing where he rubs his thumb against his palm. does it a lot when he’s concentrated about something, or just out of the blue

a little spicy, but he’ll make you tell him what you like about his hands, and what you like about the things he does with those hands of his. if that makes sense

he wants all of the details, doesn’t care if it’s mundane, or things he does when he’s feeling a certain way.

he wants to know, because as soon as you’re done with your spewl, he’ll do exactly what you like, teasing you while he’s at it. and so he can start incorporating those habits whenever he’s around you.

totally someone that’ll make you suck on those fingers. oh, but he’ll purposely get some dessert on them— asking you to suck them off

“good grief, i got some dessert on my fingers again. Y/N, come suck them off”

sometimes he’s serious, sometimes he’s just teasing.

overall— it’s pretty adventurous. he starts to act on it as soon as the revelation is revealed to him.

but i’d say he does just fine.

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