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MASTERLIST — DELILAS WORLD

8TEEN BRITISH SHE HER

MINAASHIDO . LUCYGREY . RACHELAMBERS

second blog — @delzyap

MHA 𝜗ৎ — @delsworksdonotsteal

— have you ever tried this one - multi

— model girlfriend - multi

— bestfriends - k.b

— mean girl - e.k

HUNGER GAMES 𝜗ৎ

— dryhumping - f.o

— a victors guilt - h.a

[angelzs3cret]

— A VICTORS GUILT — MASTER LIST — H.A

( basically just self indulgent cause this is all just my ocs storyline but I made it readers with some tweaks cause well I want this to be inclusive to everyone )

— my second blog @delzyap goes into more of my oc and might make the story make more sense if your interested !!

— MOODBOARD / INTRO

— CHAPTER ONE .. coming soon

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MOODBOARD — VICTORS GUILT

HAYMITCH ALBERNATHY X FEM!READER

girl who is soft as a petal , easy to drift as her mind follows suit. Guiding and loving the small and vulnerable although herself is small and vulnerable.

“The games are no suit for an underfed girl like that!” The caption strike at her. But haymitch knew.

he knew the monster that laid within, the girl with a sharp tongue and a crueler mind.

two plaits sat neatly on each shoulder, other wisps of her danced in the summer breeze, she stud. Hand interlocked with the other as she shifted her weight onto either one of her feet which wasn’t as sore as the other.

Her thick brown boots gifted from her father didn’t do much to ease the uncomfortable soles, they were dirty but they were hers. A knee length flowy dress perked up everytime the wind got angrier so her smooth fingers softened the fabric down.

A large gasp followed the people around her one by one, as her name was picked out the clear bowl and pressed into the mic. Her blood ran cold as her palms filled with drippy sweat. Shit.

Her younger brother called out name, she didn’t dare turn as the peacekeepers hoisted her up onto the stage. A bright colorful women clutched her into her arms screaming her name in joy — like this was a game. Well.

Soon after, the women picked the male tributes name out. ‘Ronan olive julius!’ Her voice boomed. And yet again the girls heart pounded. Shit!

The same boy who gifted her free bread when she was moping around. The same boy who would take her home when she got lost,daydreaming. The same boy who would sit next to her in class while she helped him study. Shit!

And there the pair stud, camera zooming in on their faces. Lights flashing. Ronan could only smile - though it never met his eyes of course it wouldn’t.

He was like a large predator, big meaty arms, thick bronze hair, skin slightly tan from being in the heat helping his father carry things in and out of the coal mine.

And there you stud. Hair braided on each side, a white dress with black boots. A covey girl who was stripped from her colours a long time ago. Though so was ronan. Yet the fairytale of the two had just began.

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Dark Young Mentor! Haymitch x Weak! Reader

You are going to die.

Haymitch Abernathy knows this with the same certainty he knows the sun will rise over the slag heaps back home, that the Capitol will keep taking children, that the nightmares will never stop.

He has known it since the moment you stumbled off the train, small, sickly, coughing from the coal dust that seems permanently lodged in your lungs. Seam through and through, with that underfed look that marks your people like a brand.

You are seventeen. Same age he was, two years ago, when he crawled out of that arena covered in other children's blood.

"Stop," he says flatly, watching you attempt to throw a knife at the training dummy for the fifteenth time. It clatters to the ground three feet short of the target.

You flinch at his voice. You always flinch. That's the problem. You flinch at everything. The loud noises, the Career tributes' laughter, the Avoxes who move too quietly.

You will flinch yourself right into an early grave the moment that gong sounds.

"I'm trying," you say, and your voice comes out thin, reedy. Pathetic.

"You're failing." Haymitch pushes off the wall where he's been leaning, crossing the training room floor with the kind of deliberate stride he learned to affect in the Capitol. Confidence. Predator, not prey.

"Pick it up."

You bend to retrieve the knife, and he watches you. Really watches you, the way he's been watching you for three days now, the way your hands tremble, the way you catalogue every exit, and the way you make yourself small, invisible, a nothing-girl that no one will remember.

There.

That's it. That's the thing he's been looking for.

"You're not going to win by fighting," he says.

You look up at him with those dark Seam eyes, and something flickers there. Not hope, you're not stupid enough for hope, but attention.

"Then how?"

Haymitch crouches down to your level, close enough that you can't look away. This near, he can see the shadows under your eyes, the way your collarbones jut too sharply beneath your training shirt.

You smell like the soap they give tributes, artificial flowers trying to cover the scent of fear.

"You're going to win by not being worth killing."

➶𓅪➶

The interview is a disaster.

You sit beside him in the elevator afterward, silent, your ridiculous Capitol dress pooling around your feet like spilled blood.

Caesar Flickerman had tried. He always tries. But you gave him nothing. Monosyllables. Downcast eyes. The audience has already forgotten you by the time you walked offstage.

"That was the point," Haymitch says, when the doors close.

You look at him. "What?"

"They don't remember you. Good." He jabs the button for the twelfth floor harder than necessary.

"The Careers are already making lists. Deciding who to hunt first, who's a threat, who'll make good entertainment for the sponsors. You know where you are on that list?"

"Nowhere," you whisper.

"Nowhere." He turns to face you fully. "You're nothing to them. A footnote. Someone who'll probably die in the bloodbath without anyone having to lift a finger. They're not going to waste time tracking you through the arena when there are bigger targets."

The elevator hums around you both, while you're quiet for a long moment.

"You think I can't win."

It isn't a question. Haymitch studies your face, searching for the crack in your composure, the moment you'll break.

But you just stand there, small and trembling and so goddamn fragile, looking at him like you're already dead and just waiting for your body to catch up.

"I think you can't win the way they expect," he says finally. "So we're not going to play their game."

➶𓅪➶

He spends every night of the remaining prep time in your quarters.

Not like that. He isn't that kind of monster, despite what the Capitol has tried to make him. But he sits in the chair by your window and talks. Strategy. Survival.

Every dirty trick he learned in his own Games, a sponsor manipulation tactic, and a way to find water and every plant that will kill instead of cure.

You absorb it all with a quiet intensity that surprises him. You don't complain, and don't cry, you just listen, those eyes fixed on his face like he's the only solid thing in a world gone liquid.

"You're not sleeping," you say, on the third night.

Haymitch pauses mid-sentence. "Neither are you."

"I asked first."

Something twitches at the corner of his mouth. Not quite a smile. He doesn't smile anymore, not really. But close. "Dreams," he says shortly. "Comes with the territory. You'll understand, if you make it out."

When, he thinks, and the fierceness of it surprises him. When you make it out.

You're quiet for a moment. Then speak.

"Will you be there? When I come back?"

The question hits him somewhere soft, somewhere he thought the arena had burned out of him entirely. He looks at you, this small, weak, impossibly stubborn girl, and feels something shift in his chest.

"Yeah," he says roughly. "I'll be there."

➶𓅪➶

The morning of the Games, Marcus finds you in the launch room.

Your boy. The other tribute from Twelve. He's tall and broad-shouldered, with the kind of quiet strength that comes from years in the mines. You've loved him since you were fourteen, sneaking kisses behind the slag heaps, dreaming about a future you'll never have.

He pulls you into his arms, and Haymitch watches from the doorway, something ugly twisting in his gut.

"Stay hidden," Marcus murmurs against your hair. "Promise me. No matter what happens, you stay hidden."

"I promise," you whisper back.

"I will find you. When it's safe, I will find you, and we'll figure it out together."

Haymitch clears his throat. "It's time."

Marcus pulls back, cups your face in his hands, and kisses you. Soft and desperate and full of everything he can't say. Then he's gone, escorted to his own launch room, and you're left standing there with tears streaming down your face.

You don't see the way Haymitch's hands clench at his sides, and you don't see the calculation behind his eyes, the cold arithmetic of survival already spinning in his mind.

Two tributes. One mentor. Not enough sponsor money for both.

He's already made his choice.

➶𓅪➶

The arena that year is a flooded cityscape. Crumbling buildings rising from black water, bridges that collapse without warning, things moving beneath the surface that the Gamemakers have engineered to ensure the entertainment never stops.

Haymitch watches from the mentor's booth, hands white-knuckled on the edge of his console, as the countdown begins.

You run. Not toward the Cornucopia, where the Careers are already converging in a clash of steel and screams, but away. Into the maze of half-drowned streets, disappearing into the shadows like you've been doing it your whole life.

Marcus runs too, but toward the Cornucopia. Toward the weapons.

He snags a knife and a pack before the Careers notice him, then vanishes into the ruins on the opposite side of the arena.

Smart, Haymitch thinks. Both of you.

The bloodbath claims nine tributes in the first hour. Neither of you are among them.

He finds you on the screens, a small figure huddled in the upper floors of a tilting apartment building, shivering in your wet clothes, and something in his chest loosens just slightly.

➶𓅪➶

Day three.

A sponsor approaches Haymitch at the viewing party. One of the wealthy Capitol elite, dripping in jewels and synthetic skin, eager to play patron to a tribute who might actually survive.

"The boy from Twelve," she purrs. "He's quite impressive. That fight with the tribute from Nine was brutal. I would like to send him something. A weapon, perhaps. Good steel."

Haymitch's mind races. A weapon for Marcus would give him a real chance against the Careers. He's strong, capable, knows how to fight. With proper equipment, he could make it to the finale.

But the sponsor money is limited. Every gift is a choice. Every choice means someone else doesn't get one.

He thinks of you, shivering in your hiding spot, rationing your water, flinching at every sound. He thinks of the thermal blanket you need, the water purification tablets that could save your life when the Gamemakers inevitably poison the supply.

He thinks of the way you looked at him in the elevator. The way you asked if he would be there when you came back.

"The girl," Haymitch says. "Put your money on the girl."

The sponsor frowns. "The girl? She hasn't done anything. She just hides."

"Exactly." He leans in, letting his voice drop to a conspiratorial murmur. "The Careers aren't hunting her. They don't even remember she exists. And when they've finished killing each other, she'll still be there. Waiting."

It takes an hour of charm and manipulation. Skills he learned at Snow's parties, bought with pieces of his soul. But he walks away with enough sponsor money for three gifts.

All for you.

➶𓅪➶

Day four.

You're watching from your hiding spot when the Careers find Marcus.

Haymitch watches you watching, sees the moment your hand flies to your mouth, the moment your whole body goes rigid with horror.

On another screen, Marcus is fighting. Three against one, hopeless odds, but he doesn't give up. He takes one of them down before the girl from One opens his throat with her sword.

The cannon fires.

You just sit there, frozen, while the light fades from his eyes on the screen a hundred feet away.

Haymitch closes his eyes and tells himself it was necessary.

And the days blur together.

You don't fight, because you hide as you creep through the ruins like a ghost, drinking rainwater collected in broken gutters, surviving on the gifts Haymitch sends you. The thermal blanket. The water purification tablets. The burn cream when you barely escape a fire.

Each gift is a message: I'm watching. I'm here. Keep going.

You receive each one with hollow eyes, going through the motions of survival without any of the spark you'd had before. Marcus's death has gutted you.

Meanwhile you move like a sleepwalker, like someone who's already decided they're going to die and is just waiting for the formality.

As you mentor watches, and worries, and waits.

➶𓅪➶

On day nine, you kill someone.

The boy from Seven tracks you to your hiding spot. He's bigger than you. Stronger. You don't stand a chance.

But when his hands close around your throat, something shifts in your eyes. Some spark of desperate, animal survival that refuses to go quietly.

You drive the fish hook into his eye.

The cannon fires, and you collapse beside his body, sobbing. But you're alive.

Haymitch sits on the floor of the mentor's booth, shaking, and listens to you cry a hundred miles away. He tells himself it was worth it. That this is what survival costs.

He almost believes it.

➶𓅪➶

By day twelve, only four tributes remain.

You, the boy from Two, the girl from One, and the boy from Four. The Careers have fractured, turning on each other as the finale approaches, but they're all still deadlier than you could ever hope to be.

The Gamemakers drive everyone toward the center. The half-collapsed stadium rising from the water like a broken crown.

Haymitch watches you limp toward it, one hand pressed to your side where you took a knife wound two days before. The sponsors have gone silent. Everyone knows how this will end.

Everyone except Haymitch.

➶𓅪➶

The finale is a mess of blood and steel and screaming.

The Careers fight each other first. You hide in the shadows, and for one wild moment, Haymitch thinks you might make it.

Then the boy from Four sees you.

He's massive, wielding a trident like an extension of his arm. You have a knife and a fish hook and a body that's failing you.

You don't run.

For the first time in the entire Games, you don't run. You stand there, swaying, and wait.

The boy from Four lunges.

You drop.

Not a flinch. A deliberate, calculated fall. The trident passes through empty air. You drive the fish hook into his neck before he can recover.

The cannon fires.

Behind you, the boy from Two finishes off the girl from One and turns, ready to claim his victory.

You look at the camera. Directly at Haymitch. And smile.

The building collapses.

➶𓅪➶

They pull you out of the rubble three hours later, more dead than alive.

Haymitch is there when they bring you in, shoving past Peacekeepers and Capitol officials. You're so small on the stretcher, so pale.

"She's alive," a medic says.

Haymitch's knees buckle.

He sits beside your bed for six days while they put you back together. When you wake, the first thing you say is his name.

"Haymitch."

"I told you," he says roughly. "I would be there."

You reach for his hand. Your grip is weak, but certain.

"Don't leave."

"I'm not going anywhere.

Six months later.

The Victory Tour is over, and the cameras are gone. District Twelve has settled back into its gray routine, and two victors rattle around in houses that stood empty for so long.

You find him on his porch at three in the morning, a bottle in his hand. The first you've seen him touch in weeks.

"Haymitch."

He doesn't look up. "Go back to bed."

"No." You lower yourself onto the step beside him. "What happened?"

For a long moment, silence. Then he lifts the bottle, drinks, and laughs. Hollow, broken.

"Anniversary," he says. "Two years ago today."

You wait.

"My mother. My brother. My girl." The words come out flat, rehearsed. "Snow killed them. Two weeks after my Games. Because I used that forcefield trick. Made him look like a fool. So he took everyone I loved."

The cold seeps into your bones. You had heard rumors. But hearing him say it.

"Haymitch, I'm so sorry."

"Don't." He turns to look at you, eyes red-rimmed. "Don't be sorry. Be smart. Because that's what happens when you win. When you matter to someone."

You reach for his hand. He pulls away.

"I told myself I wouldn't do this. Wouldn't let anyone get close again." He stops, jaw working. "But I couldn't help it. Not with you."

"What are you saying?"

"I love you." He says it like a confession. Like a curse.

"I've loved you since you looked at that camera and smiled at me like you trusted me to understand. I know it's wrong that I was your mentor, I'm supposed to protect you. But I can't stop."

Your breath catches.

"And I know I shouldn't feel this way. Every day I tell myself to pull back, and every day you're the first thing I think about when I wake up."

"Stop."

The word comes out sharper than you intend. You see him flinch, see the hope in his eyes die.

"I can't," you say, and your voice breaks. "Haymitch, I can't."

"Because of what I am?"

"Because of Marcus."

The name hangs between you. Your boyfriend. Dead on day four while you hid and listened to him scream.

"I watched him die," you whisper. "I couldn't do anything. I just hid there and I didn't do anything."

"Stop." He uses the same word you used but with a tight voice.

"And I can't love anyone else when I'm the reason he's dead."

"You're not."

Something in his tone makes you pause. You look at him. Really look. And see something unfamiliar in his face. Something like guilt.

"What?"

"You're not the reason he's dead." Haymitch sets the bottle down carefully. His hands are shaking. "I am."

The world goes quiet.

"What are you talking about?"

"The sponsors. Day three." He won't meet your eyes. "Someone wanted to send him a weapon. Good steel. Enough to give him a fighting chance. I talked them out of it."

You can't breathe.

"I redirected the funds to you instead. The thermal blanket. The tablets." His voice is steady now, horribly steady. "Every gift you got, I bought with his life."

"No."

"I made a choice. Him or you." He finally looks at you. "I chose you."

"No!"

You're on your feet, backing away. Marcus. Your Marcus. Who had promised you would figure it out together, yet died screaming while you hid.

"You killed him."

"I let him die. There's a difference."

"There's no difference! He trusted you! I trusted you!"

"And that trust kept you alive!" He stands, and there's something terrible in his face.

"You think I wanted this? I made an impossible choice, and I chose the person I could save!"

"You don't get to decide that!"

"That's exactly what a mentor does!" His voice cracks. "We decide who gets the medicine and who bleeds out. Every gift is a choice, and every choice means someone else doesn't get one."

Tears stream down your face. "Why him? Why not me?"

Haymitch stops. The anger drains out of him.

"Because I saw you," he says quietly. "That first day. You flinched at everything, couldn't hold a knife, had no chance. And I thought she's going to die. Like all the others."

He takes a step closer. You don't move.

"But then I kept watching, I saw you practice with that fish hook until your fingers bled. Not because you thought you'd win, but because you refused to go down easy."

His hand hovers near your face, not quite touching.

"Marcus was strong. But he would've fought fair, and fair fighters die. You." His voice drops. "You were a survivor. And I couldn't let that go to waste."

"So you sacrificed him. For me."

"Yes."

"And you never told me. You let me blame myself."

"Because you needed to grieve. And because." He hesitates. "Because I knew you would never forgive me. And I couldn't lose you too."

You stare at him. This broken young man who murdered your first love to save your life. Who kept the secret while you drowned in guilt. Who stands before you now with his sins laid bare.

You should hate him. You want to hate him.

"You're a monster," you whisper.

"Yes."

"You killed the boy I loved."

"Yes."

"And you think I will just forgive you? Fall into your arms?"

Haymitch shakes his head. "No. I think you'll hate me forever, and I'll deserve it." He meets your eyes.

"But I would do it again. A thousand times. Because you're alive. That's the only equation that matters to me."

You hit him.

Your fist connects with his chest. You hit him again, and again, and he just stands there.

Then you're crying, great heaving sobs, and somehow his arms are around you and you're clinging to him like he's the only solid thing left.

"I hate you," you gasp.

"I know."

"I'll never forgive you."

"I know."

"Don't ever leave me."

His arms tighten. "I won't."

[tteokdoroki]

UGH I NEED KATSUKIS ARMS IN MY MOUTH

I’d drool all over those mother fuckers- biting and kissing them I DONT GIVE A SHIT UGH I LOVE HIS ARMS

And his hands??? Hello?? HELLO???

I need him to put me in a headlock and fuck me. Right now. Squeezing my throat just right as he rails me AGAHAGAH I could cum just from him putting his fingers in my mouth oral fixation mmm I’d worship his fucking arms I swear

I am a freak damn

✩ ꒱ things with those fingers — ft. katsuki bakugou .ᐟ

🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero katsuki bakugou & fem!reader. oral fixation, spit kink, light choking, rough sex. katsuki loves that you love his hands, but it takes him a while to figure out why. this got waaayy longer than it should of rip.

reee i think that katsuki loves that you love his hands. he’s always treated them like a weapon because of his quirk and although he takes care of them… i think he worries he might accidentally hurt you with their strength at times.

then after a while, he notices how you look at him. his arms when they flex or bulge in certain shirts. his fingers when he twists a pen during a meeting or clicks his fingers after the two of you are done working out. katsuki notices how you practically beg him to arm wrestle, playfully of course, but your pupils dilate and your tongue darts out to wet your lips when he fails to let you win. shows of his strength a little.

he doesn’t get it, how when you touch yourself when he’s away you’re thinking of bakugou’s thick, scarred digits sparking ecstasy through the bundle of nerves in your clit. how you dream of him stealing the air from your lungs with a palm pressing to your throat and his signature shaky whimpers at your hairline. you try to make it obvious through any means you know, comparing hand sizes, sucking things from his fingers when they get messy eating, complimenting the bands of silver that adorn them on a night out. still. nothing.

the first time katsuki really catches on, is when he’s got your knees pressed into your shoulders and his cock plugging your slick hole full of your arousals, crudely mixing together as one stream of opaque white. it’s been a long week, the kind that takes a toll and makes him angry. pent up in ways that mean forcing your shape into the mattress, moulding you into the perfect little toy with a feverish pace blinded by desire. all he can think about is filling you up, how you high and angelic sound when you’re right on the edge and you’re striking tigers stripes down his back.

it’s on this night that you peer up at the sweaty blonde, tiring from your nails through damp sun-stroked hair to grasp at the hand by your head — sweetly and romantically pulling his bruised knuckles to your lips for a fairy light kiss. it’s sloppy, saliva spilling onto the back of his hand and it’s your innocent face, glimmering with perspiration and tears as you do it … that gets katsuki to break. to moan like he really means it whilst slipping to fingers into your open mouth that hangs open with needy cries.

“like that, don’t you?” he says, coarse awe running through bakugou’s voice, adding a frantic covetous twang to the usual note of his vocal chords. katsuki pushes his fingers further, bathing them with your boiling hot drool as your tongue lathes between them, tasing the sex that taints your finger tips. you let out a dumb mewl in return, blinking so pretty, like there’s only air in your head when you stare up at him.

then he pushes even further, just barely tickling the back of your throat — muffling your cries that slip free with every hard smack of bakugou’s powerful hips into yours. he matches the rhythm of his girth plunging in and out of you, grinding against your gooey g-spot, with that of his fingers. fucking your wet holes from both ends .

“pretty firm needs somethin’ to suck on, hm? get ‘em wet, show me how much you want this.”

he goads you, eager for the dazed, vacant expression that settles on your features. something sinister burns in katsuki’s chest, now that he knows how to get you pliant and cute on his cock. all you need is something to pacify your mouth, something to play with on the drooly palette of your tongue.

“you love these fingers,” you let go of him with a lewd pop once he pulls from the heat of your mouth, wiping spit from the corners and dragging the wet digits down to your throat. squeezing. “how about here? where i can feel your pulse racin’, where i can stop you breathin’ just like that…” katsuki feels it before he sees it, the crude clench of your creamy cunt around him once his hand cups your throat that bobs in anticipation. your spit cools against the blistering hot skin there, your breathing uneven as he slowly cuts off that supply of air. “fuck, you’re every man’s dream. lettin’ me do this to you.”

bakugou cocks his head down at you, balmy breath running over your top lip. coming out in rutty puffs because he’s fucking you so hard and fast, his body feels like it’s running a marathon. “but you’re mine… oh fuck, you’re mine.”

he adds gruffly, still bucking into you. except now his rhythm is wild like a beast untamed. katsuki’s thrusts unregulated, punching into your welcoming velvety walls that seem wetter than they were before. now that he’s choking you just a little.

the pressure has your mind reeling and your body overcome with a myriad of tingling sensations that leave you numb, having you thinking that you’re going to leave earth because you would have died from bliss.

one squeeze to your seizing throat brings you back.

“inhale deep ‘n stay awake for me baby. wanna see the look on your face when we try that again.” katsuki says, confident, low, brooding. dark ruby eyes brimming with lust. he taps your cheek once, pulling your dreamy focus back onto him.

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Mmm he’s so ugh and I love the writing mwah I love whe people acc write katsuki well rather than him just being an angry piece of shit

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Mmmm finnick brushing your hair out of your face as your humping his leg like a wild rabbit. Your toes curling as he’s basically drooling up kisses round your neck.

your pussy spat all over his thigh as your body moved with intense desire. It was only two hours ago you both got picked for the quatar quell and well let’s just say you are definitely making the most of it.

mags was just in the other room, finnick hushed you as he traced patterns up your spine before working down to squeeze your ass as he helps you hump along his black trousers.

The friction felt estastic as your belly felt like it was on fire, your toes curled further as your heels dug into finnicks legs, head Thrown back as you gush all over his leg, making a soppy mess.

Your pussy throbbed as you huffed out large breaths, tits pressing against his chest. ‘Atta girl’ finnick licked behind your ear in a raspy voice.

[angelzs3cret]

kirishima who has the meanest girlfriend ever. I mean his best friend is basically the class anger issue kid.

kirishima genuinely has begun to think he just attracts natural angry people, but as soon as your with him that switches like light. You’ll be bossing him around when others are there, a little eye roll and ‘tch’ everytime someone dirty looks you. Then as soon as your alone your all over him, soft kisses on his chest on his cheek basically purring like a cat.

kirishima who would never trade you for the world his friends always complain how mean you come across, how he ‘could do better man’ kirishima shuts them down real quick.

kirishima who thinks how could he do better then you? Your a bitch sure but the way whenever hes upset you dont talk just sit next to him and brush his hair, press your soft lips against his forehead and wait for him to talk. The way you help him dye his hair when the backs uneven, the way your arms instinctively pull him closer in your sleep.

but the best thing about you? kirishima is a firm believer in happy wife happy life don’t get him wrong. But that look in your eye when you genuinely get frustrated it makes a hot pile straight to his pants.

and especially when you overhear someone judging him. Now you never care when someone says anything about you, a small huff and a turn in their direction, one comment and you watch their mouth fly open . But when it’s him kirishima swears it’s the hottest thing, within seconds your turning around pointing fingers at the person waving it in front of their face and screaming like a mad women.

Now that is the side his friends never see, how soft you can be, how sweet how defensive and well how submissive you turn as soon as kirishima has something you need.

he swears his head spins when your underneath him pleading,whining and scratching all up his back for him to put it in or for him to give you some relief.

For him to touch your throbbing pussy that’s just drooling all over the bed, waiting for him.

Yeah. Kirishimas got the meanest girlfriend but her pussy is best.

[tsukkivxid]

fake dating shoto ! who you don't even know how you ended up in such a mess with. Probably started out as a joke when you told your friends you're dating him, and said friend brought it up in front of your mum, who is now eager to finally meet the boy you talk about so much. Insisting so much that you can't even deny. (not like you wanted to anyways)

fake dating shoto ! who agreed to play along without really hearing you out on the mess. he straight up said yes to the whole fake dating thing like it was a normal tuesday... makes you wonder if anything really ever goes on in his head.

fake dating shoto ! who treats you so well your friends start gushing, "i knew you guys would eventually get together, you guys suit each other!" heat crawling up your neck and face, trying not to let their words get to your head... shoto seems unaffected tho (don't let that lie you)

fake dating shoto ! who buys you matching accessories and multiple gifts to the point you have to set a clear boundary, reminding him that this is all fake. He looks like a kicked puppy (LET HIM SPOIL YOU! FAKE OR NOT!!)

fake dating shoto ! who is loved by both your parent when they finally meet, something about son in law (this is moving to fast for you) your mum eventually brings out the baby photos... oh how you wish to bury yourself. At the end of the day, he's now part of the family.

fake dating shoto ! who ends up confessing just before leaving your home, pulling you to escort him just up a few blocks, just to say the words "I like you," explain his one-sided liking for you (well, that's what he thought until your mom ratted you out so bad) and ask you to be his girlfriend. You want to combust so bad because what!! It comes out of nowhere, even then, you say yes.

fake dating shoto ! who is now boyfriend shoto, leaves a little peck on your lips and actually leaves this time. You don't sleep that night, too happy to even have the word in your vocabulary... you're gonna regret it in the morning, but that's a problem for another time.

© 𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗄𝗄𝗂𝗏𝗑𝗂𝖽 2026. 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽!

[anointedghost]

that one phrase “he’s right where he wants to be” makes me think of kirishima so hard with bitchy!reader.

you’re so mean. eyes narrow in a condescending manner as if those who ask stupid questions are below you. your eyes swipe over the individual with disdain, as if they’re a peasant and you’re the temple they should be worshiping. and it is so fucking—

—hot. it is hot as hell to eijrou. god, everytime he sees your face twisted up in a mean way his dick instantly swells—his face heats with admiration, adoration, and a need.

so many people ask how the hell he deals with someone like you. bitchy, rude, entitled—and he laughs and smiles it off. like it is nothing—because it is nothing.

“she’s good just the way she is,” he hums.

…and, either way, the ‘bitchy’ attitude you supposedly have flies out the door when he fucks you. thick cock hitting that spot so right that all you’re doing is pawing and whimpering at him.

“m-more, eiji!” “ngh—r-right there! righ—umph!”

…so, what attitude? he can’t find it.

[angelzs3cret]

Ugh I need more bitchy reader x kirishima

[angelzs3cret]

THATS MY GIRL!! — multi

IN WHICH the mha men when their girls are models. K.B , K.T , S.T

KATSUKI BAKUGO

katsuki sat, his legs spread open wide, eyes clinking around the room as his firsts clenched and unclenched. His mind wandered back to you ever second. It was seven o clock and you’d only made one appearance in a big pink multi patterned dress.

Bakugos mouth felt dry as it slightly gaped opened, there you were. Your hips strutted with passion that only made a tent grow in his pants. God you were unreal. He felt his body grow hot and when you turned back to rewalk the runway, katsukis eyes met yours with a sharp wink and lick of your lips you vanished. Back into that dressing rooms.

Katsuki ran a large sweaty palm over his face with a grown, placing an arm over his bulge. You were fucking getting it.

KEIGO TAKAMI

Keigos lips felt hot and firey against your neck, steams of smoke felt like they were suffocating the room. Your walk had just finished and Jesus did Keigos pounce on you it ended.

As soon as you got back into the dressing room he was there, pushing (well not like he isn’t respected enough to not be aloud in) past anyone in his way. Keigo had your legs wrapped around his waist, scratching up your thighs as you whined loudly in his ear like a purring cat.

He whispered words about how gorgeous and sexy you were out there, while sucking on that tender bit in your neck.

SHOTO TODOROKI

shotos mind blared and felt dizzy, the lights shone down on him like an angel, but if anyone as an angel it was you. Beautiful you. The the women in front of him who was currently humping at him lap.

His pants felt suffocating as your moans fill his head, the friction felt so unreal as your clit bumped just right against the zipper of his jeans. Your pussy dropped from the lace panties you wore. You heard clattering outside of your changing room.

Every now and again your manger would shout ‘show starts in 15’ but by the way you were humping against Shoto like a wild bunny in heat and the bliss you felt growing stronger in your stomach, nothing else truly mattered

[angelzs3cret]

THATS MY GIRL!! — multi

IN WHICH the mha men when their girls are models. K.B , K.T , S.T

KATSUKI BAKUGO

katsuki sat, his legs spread open wide, eyes clinking around the room as his firsts clenched and unclenched. His mind wandered back to you ever second. It was seven o clock and you’d only made one appearance in a big pink multi patterned dress.

Bakugos mouth felt dry as it slightly gaped opened, there you were. Your hips strutted with passion that only made a tent grow in his pants. God you were unreal. He felt his body grow hot and when you turned back to rewalk the runway, katsukis eyes met yours with a sharp wink and lick of your lips you vanished. Back into that dressing rooms.

Katsuki ran a large sweaty palm over his face with a grown, placing an arm over his bulge. You were fucking getting it.

KEIGO TAKAMI

Keigos lips felt hot and firey against your neck, steams of smoke felt like they were suffocating the room. Your walk had just finished and Jesus did Keigos pounce on you it ended.

As soon as you got back into the dressing room he was there, pushing (well not like he isn’t respected enough to not be aloud in) past anyone in his way. Keigo had your legs wrapped around his waist, scratching up your thighs as you whined loudly in his ear like a purring cat.

He whispered words about how gorgeous and sexy you were out there, while sucking on that tender bit in your neck.

SHOTO TODOROKI

shotos mind blared and felt dizzy, the lights shone down on him like an angel, but if anyone as an angel it was you. Beautiful you. The the women in front of him who was currently humping at him lap.

His pants felt suffocating as your moans fill his head, the friction felt so unreal as your clit bumped just right against the zipper of his jeans. Your pussy dropped from the lace panties you wore. You heard clattering outside of your changing room.

Every now and again your manger would shout ‘show starts in 15’ but by the way you were humping against Shoto like a wild bunny in heat and the bliss you felt growing stronger in your stomach, nothing else truly mattered

[angelzs3cret]

my lesbian awakenings at like 13 btw.

clearly I have a type cause holy mommy.

[angelzs3cret]

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who is a year younger then you, mitski who is your moms bestfriend since childhood. So it was only natural you and suki were too?

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who would always wait for you outside of the middle school entrance tapping his foot aggressively and a large comical ‘annoyed’ sign across his head. But everyday he’d wait for you everyday

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who would feel his routine be thrown out the window when you told him you weren’t coming into school due to being sick. And if that was bad for katsuki the year when he joined his last middle school year and you joined your first year in ua was a struggle. It took him months to readjust and even then as soon as he got accepted into ua he felt a wave of relief knowing you could go back to normal.

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who was the total opposite of you. You were girly,pink,bright and colourful while he was more in tune with black,greys and loud things.

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who is genuinely scared of you, you never get angry, but there has been a few times he’s caught you at the wrong time. The scowl across your face, the look in your eye reads all he needs to know and he shuts the hell up and looks away.

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who never tells any of his friends about you, more scared of the fact that they’ll try and hit on you, but surprisingly he tells you all about them. When you and your mom come round on weekends at his house he’ll sit and tell you about his new found friends (and how annoying they are). You always tell him how proud you are at how far he’s came since last year, in return he grumbles and rolls his eyes but you notice the little pink tint on his cheeks.

BESTFRIENDkatsuki whose has the biggest crush on you for the longest time, his mother always teases him saying how cute he is. Ever since he was in middle school he admired how beautiful and put together you were but he never thought he had a chance. I mean you’re just friends right?

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who you go on trips/holidays with all the time, whenever mitski wants to go somewhere usually your family trails along to.

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who you went skiing with a few weeks ago and you tagged him in a picture of both you in the mirror - his face grumbled and annoyed but there a was a softness to it, while yours was smiley and pink dusted due to the cold. You hand smushed his cheeks togerher as the other one held your pretty pink phone. Your coat matched the phone, a baby pink as the rest of your ski kit was white which was the opposite of sukis. His coat was orange and his ski kit was black.

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who doesn’t post on instagram or any social media app much apart from maybe once in a blue moon, but when you tagged him in that photo he reposted it obviously? But that was one of sukis big mistakes. Within an hour Denki was spamming his inbox of questions, sero dropped a like and a ‘who’s this??’ Paired with a suspicious faced emoji. Kirishima obviously knew of you. I mean katsuki hadn’t mean to tell him but one night you had phoned him while him and kiri studying so from that kirishima sorta had to know. And as a loyal friend he kept his red haired mouth shut!

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who has a deal with mina,sero and denkis stupid questions for the next three weeks, he shouted, refused and out right just walked away most the time.

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who sees you in the hallways quite a lot, your mouth always curves up when you spot him eyes sparkly as you give him one of your big smiles, it always makes his stupid cheeks feel hot and his heart mushy.

BOYFRIENDkatsuki who had enough onenight and decided that when your family came over this weekend for the day he was going to confess. And that he did, with his heart in his hand you quickly swiped it up and hugged it until he felt like he was going to burst.

BOYFRIENDkatsuki who finally told his friends after they kept asking everyday, their faces all confused and excited. To katsuki they were all annoying and weird.

BOYFRIENDkatsuki who will never hide your relationship, he tells people your his bestfriend and his girlfriend.

BOYFRIENDkatsuki who buys you random gifts whenever he sees something that reminds him of you or whenever you say your down.

BOYFRIENDkatsuki who always invites you round for dinner and vide Versa.

BOYFRIENDkatsuki who fiddles with your hair at night while your head sits on his thigh, sleepy breaths leaving your lips as your mind drifts off.

BOYFRIENDkatsuki who is an amazing boyfriend but an even better bestfriend.

[angelzs3cret]

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who is a year younger then you, mitsuki who is your moms bestfriend since childhood. So it was only natural you and suki were too?

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who would always wait for you outside of the middle school entrance tapping his foot aggressively and a large comical ‘annoyed’ sign across his head. But everyday he’d wait for you everyday

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who would feel his routine be thrown out the window when you told him you weren’t coming into school due to being sick. And if that was bad for katsuki the year when he joined his last middle school year and you joined your first year in ua was a struggle. It took him months to readjust and even then as soon as he got accepted into ua he felt a wave of relief knowing you could go back to normal.

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who was the total opposite of you. You were girly,pink,bright and colourful while he was more in tune with black,greys and loud things.

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who is genuinely scared of you, you never get angry, but there has been a few times he’s caught you at the wrong time. The scowl across your face, the look in your eye reads all he needs to know and he shuts the hell up and looks away.

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who never tells any of his friends about you, more scared of the fact that they’ll try and hit on you, but surprisingly he tells you all about them. When you and your mom come round on weekends at his house he’ll sit and tell you about his new found friends (and how annoying they are). You always tell him how proud you are at how far he’s came since last year, in return he grumbles and rolls his eyes but you notice the little pink tint on his cheeks.

BESTFRIENDkatsuki whose has the biggest crush on you for the longest time, his mother always teases him saying how cute he is. Ever since he was in middle school he admired how beautiful and put together you were but he never thought he had a chance. I mean you’re just friends right?

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who you go on trips/holidays with all the time, whenever mitski wants to go somewhere usually your family trails along to.

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who you went skiing with a few weeks ago and you tagged him in a picture of both you in the mirror - his face grumbled and annoyed but there a was a softness to it, while yours was smiley and pink dusted due to the cold. You hand smushed his cheeks togerher as the other one held your pretty pink phone. Your coat matched the phone, a baby pink as the rest of your ski kit was white which was the opposite of sukis. His coat was orange and his ski kit was black.

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who doesn’t post on instagram or any social media app much apart from maybe once in a blue moon, but when you tagged him in that photo he reposted it obviously? But that was one of sukis big mistakes. Within an hour Denki was spamming his inbox of questions, sero dropped a like and a ‘who’s this??’ Paired with a suspicious faced emoji. Kirishima obviously knew of you. I mean katsuki hadn’t mean to tell him but one night you had phoned him while him and kiri studying so from that kirishima sorta had to know. And as a loyal friend he kept his red haired mouth shut!

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who has a deal with mina,sero and denkis stupid questions for the next three weeks, he shouted, refused and out right just walked away most the time.

BESTFRIENDkatsuki who sees you in the hallways quite a lot, your mouth always curves up when you spot him eyes sparkly as you give him one of your big smiles, it always makes his stupid cheeks feel hot and his heart mushy.

BOYFRIENDkatsuki who had enough onenight and decided that when your family came over this weekend for the day he was going to confess. And that he did, with his heart in his hand you quickly swiped it up and hugged it until he felt like he was going to burst.

BOYFRIENDkatsuki who finally told his friends after they kept asking everyday, their faces all confused and excited. To katsuki they were all annoying and weird.

BOYFRIENDkatsuki who will never hide your relationship, he tells people your his bestfriend and his girlfriend.

BOYFRIENDkatsuki who buys you random gifts whenever he sees something that reminds him of you or whenever you say your down.

BOYFRIENDkatsuki who always invites you round for dinner and vide Versa.

BOYFRIENDkatsuki who fiddles with your hair at night while your head sits on his thigh, sleepy breaths leaving your lips as your mind drifts off.

BOYFRIENDkatsuki who is an amazing boyfriend but an even better bestfriend.

[angelzs3cret]

VICTORIA SECRET WANNA SEE? — k.b

IN WHICH you show your boyfriend, katsuki your new lingerie. (NSFW)

katsukis heavy feet trail against the floor as his gym bag hits it with a thud. His eyes felt blinding as the new found lights hits his face.

“Oi im home.” His voice booms across the hall as he pushes the draw open to fling his keys into then slamming it shut.

You giggle as you push the blaring orange set properly onto your chest, before pushing your tits up so they press just right into the bra, it was lacey seethrough and sexy.

You could hear him move around the apartment, big feet stomping around. You push your curls up onto your showers,tossing your parting to the side before pressing one arm against the door and the other on your hip. Your eyes meet the blondes back as he bends down to throw his shoes half assed onto the shoe rack.

“Took you long enough” your purr out, you could feel him roll his eyes before he turns around beginning to start his sentence of a grumble, but it was quickly lost as his eyes basically pop out of his skull.

The blondes mouth gapes open as he felt his gums go dry. He makes a soft ‘oh?’ Sound, before quickly replacing it was a smirk and a raised brow.

“This all for me huh?” Bakugos voice deepens as he takes a few steps forward, conering and taking up all your space like a giant bear.

His bulky arms hoist you up as your legs circle his waist, soft giggles filling the air as he grips your ass hard. “This my lucky day or summet?”

Your hair tickles against his chin as katsukis lips nip at your jaw and neck, a small moan escapes your lips as your hands come up to tangle up in the proheros hair.

“Mmm just wanted to surprise my boyfriend? Is that so bad?” You tease as you tug on the blonde strands.

Katsuki quickly moves as he pushes himself and you into the bedroom before throwing you onto the bed. You bounce against the soft mattress as you laugh louder.

In a flash, the blondes towering over you and pushing your arms back to pin them against his head, your legs rewrap against his hips.

Katsuki pushes your thighs up as his big hands pin them to your chest, his harden cock slowly humps against the tiny thong which covers your pussy.

Soon, a wet patch begins to form which drips onto bakugos sweats. He grumbles and groans against your neck, small cries emit from your mouth.

You then feel his two hands hook the panties before moving them to the side, two buds of his fingers toy with your clit making your arch back into the air, feet curving as your head gets throw back. The circular motion of his fingers work against your clit which has your head spinning and eyes fluttering shut.

In your daze you feel his thigh comes up to press against your pussy, a small burn fills your stomach as you hump against his clothed thigh. Head drooping, mouth agape.

You feel katsuki smirk widens as his lips continue to nip and suck against your neck, breasts and shoulders. As you keep rubbing you feel the coil begin to grow between the friction and the pads of bakugo fingers against your nub.

Your pussy flutters around nothing as it becomes puffy and soaking, your body wriggles and cries as you feel your eyes water. The pleasure in intense,deep and hot, your body feels clammy with sweat as your head rolls back and forward.

Katsuki lifts his head and tilts it before pressing his tongue into your mouth, lips crashing and seeking yours. He groans as your free knee rubs against his hard cock.

Your mind dizzies as you feel the ever growing pressure begin to burst and katsuki could feel it in the way your legs and body tense up tight like a lock.

His grin only becomes cockier as he mummers soft praises and encouragements into your ear. His hot breath against your ear, the grinding and friction against your puffy pretty pussy, his fingers striking your clit just right all felt way too much.

Your body locked up one more time before you gush out, watery liquid coats his pants as your ear rings and body relaxes.

“Atta girl.” Katsuki laughs before pushing your bralette up to your chest springing your tits free, nips hardened and perky.

“Don’t think we’re done” he reminds as his hands massage the flesh, hm you might have to do this more often.

[pusheenwritesthings]

pairing: katsuki bakugo x reader

katsuki wasn't that online.

I mean, he had training and studying to do.

so when you told him about your modelling career, he didn't think much of it. he honestly kind of doubted you. like, he knew you weren't lying, you were rich as fuck after all, and always going out to shoots, but he didn't think you were famous or anything.

that was until Kirishima invited him to start going to this gym farther out into the city.

he's driving, keeping his eyes on the road like the good driver he is, when Kirishima says

"Oh, hey, it's your partner!"

he's so confused by that. you were still at the dorms! he knew that for a fact!

so he took his eyes off the road and looked to the right, wanting to know why the hell you were all the way across town.

there was a GINORMOUS ass billboard of you promoting some perfume or some shit.

and by ginormous, I mean if it fell, it could kill basically everyone on that road and honestly maybe more.

his jaw DROPPED. to the damn FLOOR.

you were sitting on your bed in your dorm, mindlessly doomscrolling when you hear a knock at the door.

you then watch your boyfriend come in... holding a huge bouquet of flowers.

bakugo says nothing. just stands there staring at you like a starstruck fan.

"Aww, baby, you got me flowers? You're so sweet." you say, walking over to him.

and from then on, you never hear any sarcasm or insults from him (directed towards you) again.

again I didn't proofread this 🙂

honestly you should just expect that from me ngl

I hardly ever proofread LOL

-meow

[angelzs3cret]

HAVE YOU EVER TRIED THIS ONE ? — multi

IN WHICH mha pro hero’s fav position

now playing - juno - sabrina carpenter

DOGGY — K.B

Katsukis hips are positioned right above your ass, his heavy pelvis pressing right into the plush skin. His chest panted with hot breaths, small grunts left his lips as he began to push in and out of your sopping hole.

Your pussy squelched against his harden cock, small pats echoed across the room. your fists tightening against the quilt causing your knuckles to whiten. Loud moans of pleasure slipped from your slippy, drool covered lips.

Katsukis chest panted as he pressed it into your back, large hands tighten against your hips. Grunts of pleasure and praise filled your ears as the ever lasting coil tightened against your stomach.

missionary — s.t

Shotos deeps thrusts felt like heaven against your sloppy cunt, everytime he moved forward the white and red mixed locks brushed your cheeks, the sensation was ticklish.

But when his cock kept hitting against that sweetest spot your mind blanked. Shotos lips were pursed as his brows furrowed, even now he was deep in concentration. He had one of your legs hiked up against his hips as the other was spread open allowing him to easier access.

cowgirl - h.s

shinso had both hands lazily tracing your waist as your thighs burned but the rhythm of your bounces never slowed. Not when you were so close.

One of his hands ventured down to flick and rub at your puffy clit, your cunt clamped down on his cock as his tip smudged pre cum round your womb. One of your hands gripped harder at his chest, clawing almost.

The room was filled with sweat and the smell of sex as you threw your head back shoving your body down hard onto his lap and grinding his cock against your cervix.

classic — k.t

Keigos strong arms kept your body up as his hands clawed and gripped your thighs. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

The shower was beaming down onto both your body’s soaking your chest and hair, your hands mimicked his and clawed against the walls before landing on his shoulders.

Whines filled the room as his hips pistoled in and out of your weeping hole.

spooning — t.t

Touya scarred fingers nipped at the bundle of nerves of your clit as his other pinched at your nipples, teeth bitting and tongue lapping at your bare shoulders.

Grunting everytime you’d bring your hips down to meet his cock, your juices pooled onto the skin. Every so often he would angle his hips up to meet your own bounces with his thrusts.