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always the bridesmaid, never the bride

katsuki bakugo x reader

cw: angst, gender neutral reader (after the title, reader doesn't use any gendered pronouns), katsuki longing for you but you never noticing, not ending up w katsuki at the end (sigh), lowercase intentional, not proofread !!

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katsuki bakugo never seemed like the marriage type. hell, he never seemed like he had it in him to date and love someone with such intensity and fervor. 

that was, until he met you. 

you and katsuki always got along in a way that no one seemed to understand. your sharp tongue dismantled every remark he made, coming back to bite him tenfold. your quick reflexes blocked every blow, spinning his moves around to make your own. to those who didn’t know any better, it seemed like you two hated each other. 

but those people never saw the katsuki behind closed doors, the katsuki who “begrudgingly” cooked you your favorite meal when you’re sick, the katsuki who was allowed to let his guard down just enough to relax into the plush of your couch cushions during movie night. 

no one saw the way his eyes lingered on your face — too long to be considered platonic, but just short enough to miss it if you blinked. no one saw the way how, when you met his stares, he looked back at whatever he was doing, his steely gaze backing down ever so slightly. 

there were no grand declarations of love, but there were signs. 

your parents saw how you became more alive when he was around. his parents saw how he wasn’t biting your head off but instead was leaning his against yours. everyone who was lucky enough to catch the smallest glimpse of your reality saw how you two were more than just friends. just not you or him.

but that was years ago. now, here you are, and there he is, both at different parts of the aisle. so close, yet so far. 

in the midst of your never ending limbo, your younger sister had her eyes set on katsuki. thanks to you, she saw how soft katsuki’s “rough” edges were. thanks to you, she was able to weasel her way into his life. and thanks to you, she was able to marry the only man you truly felt yourself around. 

but you weren’t about to deprive your little sister of her happiness. you were going to be the bigger person, even if it meant only having katsuki in your life as your brother-in-law. it seemed that some things just weren’t meant to be. 

so you stood there, behind your sister with tears in your eyes as the officiant pronounced them husband and wife. 

you clapped and cheered, wiping your tears away with a smile, missing how he glanced at you one more time before kissing your sister, cementing their marriage. you missed how, before they walked back down the aisle, hand in hand, he gave you the same fleeting glance as the years before. 

you bit your tongue, and you held your breath, and you prayed that this was some cruel dream. 

and it was all for not.

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Helping Hand: Hobie Brown x fem!reader

cw: mutual masturbation, fingering (fem receiving), handjob

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

It’s been a long, hard day, that’s for sure, and what better way to let off steam than to dig your fingers into your needy cunt as you look at the shirtless photo your boyfriend sent you “just because.” It didn't help that he’s been out saving the world for the past week, unable to return to your waiting arms because “duty calls.”

You groan, your fingers unable to fill you up the same way he does, but for now it'll do. To help yourself out, you move your thumb in slow, tantalizing circles, the same way he does. You choke out a moan, embarrassed at your actions, but god, you needed to relax somehow.

Too immersed in your own pleasure-seeking, you don't hear your boyfriend slinking in through the window. Eyes shut tightly as you chase your own high, you don't even see him walking around the bed to get a better view of your filled hole. His footsteps go unnoticed despite his large boots, a habit he learned to conceal his actions as Spider-Punk.

Hobie clears his throat.

“What the hell-!” you yell, reaching for a blanket on your bed to cover yourself. “A warning would be nice!”

Hobie was in his street clothes, no spider costume in sight — a benefit of his living in the apartment right next to yours. A cocky smirk adorned his lips. “Oh, don’t stop for me, darlin’. I was enjoying the show,” he purred, leaning forward to cage you on your bed. “Or, would you like a helping hand?”

You gulp. You had to admit, the offer was tempting, and the way your pussy ached for his touch was the final nail in the coffin. Sheepishly, you remove the cover from your body, your face pink with embarrassment and need.

“Well, you know how the saying goes, right, princess? I make you cum, you make me?” Hobie cocks a brow at you. Once you nod, he frees his hard dick from his pants and boxers, the tip already leaking with precum from the erotic sight he entered with.

Pushing you further back on the bed, Hobie spits on his fingers, mixing the saliva with your slick. He traces your entrance with his index finger, loving how you shiver at his touch. He grabs his cock with his free hand, stroking it up and down to prepare for your touch. He takes your hand, letting his cock bounce against his lower abdomen, and replaces his hand with yours.

Once he decides you've been teased enough, he pushes his first finger in. Just as you remember it, his fingers can reach places you only dreamed of, curling inside you just right. He bucks his hips up into your hand as you swirl your thumb around his weeping head, firmly grasping his length to stroke him up and down.

“Oh, shit, princess,” Hobie groans, pushing another finger into your tight pussy. His dick twitches as he hears you whimper in pleasure, arching your back as his fingers brush your sweet spot.

He rubs your puffy clit with his thumb, fingering you just how you like it. His dick twitches in your hand— once, twice— you could tell he’s close. But it's not like you were far behind, because with another curl of his fingers, you were clenching around him, also signifying your upcoming release.

Hobie coos, “Yeah, you like that, angel? Oh, fuck, princess. After this you're gonna let me bury my cock into this pretty pussy, yeah? Gonna let me show you how much I’ve missed you?”

His words push you over the edge, cumming around his fingers with a cry of his name. Feeling your fluids coat his fingers, he can't help but follow suit, bringing his sopping fingers to his lips to taste you. He licks them clean, bucking his hips into your hand greedily. Hot, sticky ropes of cum spurt over your hand and parts of your lower stomach, making you bite your lip in anticipation.

Hobie unwillingly takes your hand off his length, completely shedding his pants and throwing them to the ground with a thud.

“You didn't think I was finished, did you?”

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