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#5

you can always tell when bakugo is thinking about how much he loves u because he’ll be across the room staring at u with this exact face: 

1575 notes • Posted 2021-10-18 00:04:47 GMT

#4

today I will be presenting to you two concepts:

1. dad!bakugou calling his wife a MILF idk I think that's funny

2. drunk!reader who's so needy and horny and won't stop talking about how bakugou's dick is the best like THE BEST and practically begging him to fuck her so he does

he'll pound into her all "best dick huh? best you've ever had?" while she's screaming out "yes yes wanna make you feel good, does it feel good" and god how could he resist he knows you won't remember this tomorrow so as he's continuing his insane pace he leans down and grunts in your ear about how your the best pussy he's ever fucked (even though you're his first and only) and he's all "I guess best pussy gets the best dick huh?"

thank you for listening.

though i realize in retrospect it's a little different than what you discuss here... i literally loved both of these ideas so much that i just had to forgo discussing them altogether and instead simply combine them... so i really hope it ended up working out!

also: i havent written anything (much less smut) like this in AGES, so if its terrible, please just... deal with it lol (no im jk if it's bad im really sorry and i no longer exist).

either way, your brain is MAD JUICY... enjoy!

(warnings: breeding, kids, alcohol mention???)

-

The dick is sloppy— drunk and hazy, Bakugo knows it is… combined with the way you couldn’t keep from jumping on him after you left the restaurant, I mean, how could he not?

Steamed up car, your head tilted at an angle so as not to bash the low roof, naked thighs spread over his lap squeezing so tight he can hardly go in any direction except up… it’s really no wonder how anything is even getting said in between.

“K-Katsuki,“ you slur, grinding your hips against the rapid slamming of his, arms wrapped tight around his neck, “Katsuki, Katsuki, ‘suki—shit.”

He groans in response, fingers digging further into the pliant flesh of your asscheeks, lips brushing yours as he growls against you. “Tell me, baby, fuck, tell me.”

“You,” you stutter back, the sound of wet slaps in your ear and pleasure clouding your vision... due to the alcohol running through your veins or the white hot heat coiling in your pussy, you can’t really tell. “You, you’re the best, Kats, love you, love you so much.”

Bakugo keens forward at the words, heavy with breath as he clenches his teeth together and continues to nose himself further against your face. Drool spilling from the corner of his mouth, he drags your hips against his own roughly, fat cock nudging your G spot with every stroke as if to say thanks.

“The best?” he repeats, nearly snarling, hands running up and down your bouncing spine, “Best you’ve ever fuckin’ had?”

With closing eyes, you nod, Bakugo deliberately speeding up his thrusts as you lean down to meet his lips for a wet and uneven kiss that ends up being more of a moan straight into his mouth.

Sliding one hand over the plush dip of you waist, his thumb meets your clit, the calloused skin swirling circles that cause your knees to lock up and you to see stars, Bakugo having to use his other hand to keep you from slipping right off his dick.

“Baby,” you whine, your own bouncing slowing with lack of concentration, “c-c-cumming!”

You use one hand to pull roughly on the hair of Bakugo’s nape as you throw back your head and howl, clamping down tight onto his cock as if that will get him to lay up on what you know (or at least do when you aren’t fucked-out and tipsy) will be an overlay of overstimulation.

“Yeah, pretty girl?” Bakugo responds, heaving, even though you are no longer listening. “For me, right?”

Despite the waves of pleasure that overtake you, Bakugo doesn’t budge; thumb only increasing in speed as he groans at the feel of your body convulsing and your tight heat holding him in, instead starting to do the final bit of work lifting your hips for you.

Your hands now gripped tight to the meat of his shoulders and biceps, Bakugo pulls you up suddenly, this thick shaft greeting cool air with an incredibly seamless slide.

“W-wait, Kat—“ you mumble, eyes shooting open with realization of what’s to come…

Though he doesn’t listen, as maybe it’s too late, already slamming you back down onto his soaked thighs with his own desperate moan as he shoots his load deep and hot against your cervix.

-

“And nine months later you were born!”

Your son looks at you with a grimace, his lip pulled up enough to expose the sharp canines in his mouth as he raises an eyebrow, looking at you as though you just grew a second head.

“After you sloppy fucked in the car?” he asks, half-disgusted, half-annoyed, staring at from across the kitchen island. “You guys are fuckin’ nasty.”

“I don’t know... we had fun,” you tease, sending a look to the grouchy blonde sorting dishes beside your boy. “Plus, we were drunk!”

He wrinkles his nose. “Bleh, taking advantage of a drunk woman? Some hero you are, pops.”

Bakugo moves to take a swipe at your son, big fist landing atop the blonde curls that stick up from his head in a tight ruffle… shaking the boy around on his feet with his Pro Hero grip.

“You should be grateful for your old man,” he chides, gruffly. “If it weren’t for that night, you wouldn’t fuckin’ exist.”

“I doubt that,” your son immediately retorts, pointing through the door at the gurgling little girl currently playing in the large, living room playpen all three of you are keeping an eye on. “You’re so full of shit.”

Bakugo bristling with the language, you roll your eyes...

“You better watch that damn mouth, kid.”

And it’s your son’s turn to roll his, muttering under his breath something about someone being “so much worse,” though you smile when Bakugo doesn’t respond and instead stalks to your side, orange slippers whapping against the hardwood floors.

Glaring at the cutting board in front of you as he approaches, he mutters, “I didn’t take advantage of you, that little fucker.”

Jutting an elbow into him playfully as you turn away from the food with a laugh, you warn, “don’t call your son a fucker.”

Though the boy only sticks out his tongue at you both, slipping out of the room just as Bakugo raises a fist to send little sparks in his direction... and in his absence, Bakugo doesn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around your waist and curve into your side, pressing your head sideways and leaving your bare neck exposed.

“You had fun that night, right baby?” he starts to whisper, lips pressing against your jugular, “Fuckin’ in my car?”

Before you can respond, however, one of Bakugo’s large hands now creeping over the swell of your ass... the sound of the kitchen door sliding open breaks the both of you from your trance.

Your son, now holding on tight to his matching counterpart, her own curls mussed from playtime, approaches you with a very familiar scowl on his face.

“What did I just say? Disgusting,” he says, ignoring the way Bakugo’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head at the remark, sidestepping him entirely to hand your daughter to you. “You’re a freak for letting him act like this, mom.”

Staring back at the big red and gooey eyes that gaze up at you, you smile knowingly at the remark despite how Bakugo himself is quick to interject.

“Son,” he enunciates, hand reaching for your side, “your mother is a fuckin’ milf.”

Gasping as if to scold him, you push gently against Bakugo with a shoulder, the man already grinning at the sight of your son turning to leave with a gag. Pride overtaking his features, he stops your butting immediately by wrapping his arms around your front and pulling both you and the baby snug in your hold against his chest.

With your son now long gone, he rests his head atop your shoulder and eyes on the cooing girl in your arms, pressing his lips against your cheek in both a whisper and a smirk.

“Best milf I ever fuckin’ had.”

1748 notes • Posted 2021-06-20 11:36:25 GMT

#3

mean!bakugo

Thinking about.. God…... I can’t even say it… I’m thinking about m-mean!Bakugo… FUCK! 

Mean Bakugo who’s all nasty glares and teeth, to everyone, everywhere; his eyes like red hot coals when he watches you laugh with your friends around campus. He knows he’s not right for you, with his body that’s so much bigger than your sweet and soft form, toned after all his years of picking fights... but he really cannot help himself, still without shame about his dirty sneakers and even dirtier mouth… 

Even when he asks you out, spitting out the words like they hurt, his eyes cast downward despite the single red rose wrapped in tissue paper he brings you gripped tightly between his scarred fingers… he’s gentle when he hands you the delicate thing, asking you to at least, just... “think about it...” before storming away and expecting nothing in return.

He would never let himself say he didn’t try.

(But you text him back less than a day later, and already by the next, he’s walking you to all your classes and buying you your morning coffee.) 

Mean Bakugo who’s all black hoodies and ripped jeans, thick belts and silver chains… hanging out with boys who are heads taller than you and look equally as scary. Still, you know you’re safe with him, with all of them; the only pretty girl in their group and the only one they ever dote on… knowing that if they didn’t, Bakugo would have their heads on sticks if not worse… 

Still, he never hesitates to show you off like candy, puffing up his chest whenever they all come to pick you up and you run straight into his arms first. He’d never admit it, scowling even when you grin at the way he brushes back your baby hairs and fixes the chain around your neck, but he likes the way they ogle, sucking on their lips whenever he then leans down to kiss you. 

Mean Bakugo who also demands to carry your purse for you, slinging it over his shoulder the first chance he gets, at least so he can then force you to stay still so he can wrap you up in the jacket he brought you (his), muttering about how its “too damn cold” for you to be running around in a sundress and sheer tights…

(Anyone could see.)

Because mean Bakugo is also always fixing up your outfits, inspecting your clothes with harsh eyes for bits of lint or loose hairs, fixing the straps of your bra whenever they stick out, tangle or bunch… even settling your shirts for you and pulling your leggings back up just a little too snug, at least so no one can even think about getting a bit too comfortable around you… 

…and all so he can walk you home with a hand tucked snug into the waistband of your pants, anyway.  

Mean Bakugo even pulls you up against him real close whenever you go the city, too; your hand wrapped tightly in his no matter the time, place, or occasion. He makes you walk on the inside of the road and next to him when it’s safe, and behind him when it’s not… catcalling nothing but a thing of the past with a man like him by your side… a perfect, handsome guard dog willing to give it all up for you.

As this is the same mean Bakugo who makes sure anyone even looks at you wrong doesn’t turn up around you again, and that if they do, they’re scrambling on their feet just to get away from you. The type to get his fists all dirty and bloody if only to defend your honor… while at the same time melting when you thank him for it, wrapping him up in your arms as he silently begs for your mouth against his mouth, your lips pressed to his cheeks, your love on every single inch of him… 

Because Mean Bakugo also always fucks you like he means it, too, like you deserve it; attaching himself to whatever he can touch and absolutely railing you straight dumb, nothing but spit and cum on your mind by the time he decides to finish and paint your guts white…

(He wouldn’t want his cum anywhere else.)

All as if you’re not his baby, his sweet… his love… and despite the fact that you always wake up to him kissing all your bruises, too... breakfast having already been made.  

Mean Bakugo makes the sun rise. 

1908 notes • Posted 2021-03-09 10:04:27 GMT

#2

bakugo + simping

Thinking about Bakugo as your tsundere, simp of a boyfriend, who goes above and beyond for you despite how he always acts like he wouldn’t… 

I’m thinking about Bakugo who drops you off and picks you up from girls night; even if it’s 1 or 2 am, he sets an alarm so he can wake up to come get you, making sure the car is all warm as he waits for you outside, before tossing you a jacket and interlocking your fingers as you drive back home, even holding a hand up as you wave to your friends when you both say goodbye. 

Bakugo who buys snacks for you and your friends when you’re the one hosting girls night; knocking on the bedroom door when he comes home with a Target bag filled with popcorn, circus animal cookies and veggie platters, rolling his eyes and blushing when you kiss his cheek in thanks, all of your friends giggling at the both of you when he turns to leave and hang out in the kitchen, because they know that he’s just smitten. 

Bakugo who packs you a lunch when he makes himself one, simple and effective, before forcing you to take it to work in a lunchbox that, yes, matches his... and the same Bakugo, who every Friday, meets you for lunch somewhere in the city if you both have time so you can eat together, because, though he could never tell you this, you always brighten up his shifts… 

I’m also thinking about Bakugo as your boyfriend who stops to fix your jewelry when he notices it’s twisted, leaning in close when he adjusts the chain of your necklaces, gently pushing your hair out of the way, or twisting the rings on your fingers so they sit right. Bakugo who presses kisses to whatever skin he’s touching when he’s done, before acting like nothing happened and storming off, even if you’re in the middle of the grocery store or just leaving for work. 

Bakugo who also fixes your hair when the day is halfway over, smoothing down your loose baby hairs with a slick thumb, adjusting and replacing the barrettes or bobby-pins that are falling out, even clipping up the short fly always that like to stick to your neck, all while calling you “messy” or “lazy,” even if he thinks you’re gorgeous regardless and absolutely loves it when you let him help. 

And God… Bakugo being the one to help you undress when you come home after an especially long or hard day, kissing your ankles as he pulls off your shoes, lips on your navel when he’s tugging off your pants... before pushing you into the couch and tossing the remote at you, saying that you need to “relax, moron,” all while he brings you a cup of tea and a bowl of chips once your show starts playing and then acts like he’s not watching too.

And Bakugo who takes care of you when you’re sick, thick fingers making sure the blankets are extra tight around your body when he tucks you in, replacing your ice pack every hour and refilling your water cup the moment it dips below full... in and out of your room with your laundry and fresh sheets and pills when you need them, even a little tray of bread and broth if you don’t feel up for dinner.

Bakugo who sits with you as you bathe, the curtain separating you as he reads a magazine on the toilet seat while you wash and he hands you products through the thin plastic, demanding that he help you wash your hair with a “dumbass” and a “shut up,” and then a “move over, I’m getting in with you…”  

And yeah, this is also the same Bakugo who, on date night, stands in front of the mirror with you, adjusting his nice button up as he watches you smooth down your little dress (matching, of course), before linking your arms together when you rest your head on his shoulder, pressing kisses into your hair and calling you a “damn fine looking couple...” before handing you your purse and insisting he open the car door for you... blushing when you kiss his cheek after he gets in, himself.

And later, this is the Bakugo who, when you get home after dinner, both wine drunk and giggling, barely able to stop yourselves from fucking in the car outside the restaurant, unzips the pretty dress he admired earlier in the hallway as he chases you in socks to the bedroom, pressing his forehead to your chest when he straddles you, takes your hands in his, and makes love to you all night. 

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based on this tik tok

2600 notes • Posted 2021-01-15 09:30:31 GMT

#1

chubby chaser!bakugo

Bakugo who always goes for the thick and meaty girls at parties, unbothered by the eyes that follow him around or the fact that you’re alone... he approaches, unwavering, leaning over you with hungry eyes and strong biceps before asking who you came with, and if you’d want to dance. 

Bakugo who can’t keep his eyes off you when you wear a two-piece to the beach, ignoring everyone who approaches him all so he can focus his attention in on you (and follow you around)... even if that means tearing you away from Denki and Mina’s sandcastle and Sero and Kiri’s own sneaky attempts at getting you alone; he’s bringing you a cocktail from the bar and laying his towel down right next to yours, insisting that you put on sunscreen just so he can guard you as you sunbathe. 

Bakugo who’s also a sucker for some love handles and back rolls, even cellulite and stretch marks... he isn’t subtle about it, either; loving to run his hands over the parts of you that squish, and grip your tummy if only to make you giggle and squirm and try to push him away…

When you do, it just gives him an excuse to drag you closer and lay against you, pressing himself right into the spots that you hate, growling. His hands stay locked tight around your middle, as at the same time he sucks hickeys onto wherever he can reach, be that your thighs, your boobs, or your collarbones… nipping whenever you stop paying attention to him.  

And Bakugo who tears apart people who bring up your size; scaring the pants off of girls trying to use it as an excuse to get him to cheat, and nearly stepping on the necks of men who make any nasty comments. He’s defending your honor until he drops.

ANYWAY, all I’m saying is... consider: big and mean Pro Hero Dynamight, who’s mostly snarls and teeth and thick, wirey sinew as he climbs the international Hero leaderboard... 

All the while with a cute n’ chubby wife at home who he’d give up his life trying to protect. 

2649 notes • Posted 2021-05-03 01:50:57 GMT

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