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[bakubleh]

Sunset engagement

Katsuki Bakugo x fem! reader

Technically a second part to this

TW/CW: 18+, smut, p in v, LOVEDRUNK Bakugo, pushing my loverboy Bakugo agenda again, pet names, rich boyfriend Bakugo, oral (f! receiving), creampie, lots of wife talk

A/N: 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️ i have so much to say about holiday Bakugo

Two hours ago, you were sitting on the terrace of some luxury beachfront restaurant, watching as your boyfriend tore into his food without any hint of respect for the gentle light or fine ambience of the eatery. He almost seemed too eager to eat, which was a testament to his usual vigour when consuming anything close to food.

You didn’t know at the time, but Katsuki was more focused on trying to figure out which weight was heavier, his cock pressing against the breathable linen of his light pants, or the ring burning a hole in his pocket. He was sweating, dripping down his back and temples, blaming it on the spice of the food; something that really should’ve set alarm bells ringing given his preference for nuclear heat levels of food.

The sight of you was what was really knocking the breath from his lungs. How he deserved you, he had no idea. In his mind, despite public opinion, it was he who was punching above his weight. Having someone as gorgeous as you, sitting across from him, laughing the way you do only when truly comfortable, the slowly setting sun framing you from behind, giving you an ethereal essence. It was worse now, three days into your vacation, now that you were sun-kissed with forming tan lines over your collarbones.

An hour ago, you were walking back to the private villa, along the lapping surf that came with sunset, holding your heels in one hand and the bottom of your dress in the other. Katsuki watched as you stopped to look at every pretty shell and rare piece of seaglass; for once, the smile on his face wasn’t reserved for the privacy of your own home; tonight he’d owned it publicly. You remember turning to ask if he was okay, why he’d been so quiet tonight. You were still processing how such a simple question would result in a ring, new and heavy, on your finger; neither of you had stopped smiling since.

He hadn’t stopped touching you either, not the whole journey back that felt like you were floating, the heat light in the air, the sun on the horizon giving way to a sky of orange and pink blurring to purple. A hand on your back, a kiss to your temple, his arm wrapped around your waist, staggering as if he were drunk, but his high was gifted on pure elation.

Now, lying against expensive sheets in your luxury villa, Katsuki was loving you the way he did best. His head between your thighs, one leg hitched over his shoulder, murmuring something you couldn’t hear over the volume of his messy feasting. Lewd slurps and sucks, making your back arch as he made out with your clenching cunt.

“Wha- Katsuki, can’t-“ You gasp through moans, fingers threaded in his hair, scratching against his scalp, your new ring glinting under the low light, holding at least a small percentage of your attention, “can’t hear you!”

Katsuki lifts his head, smiling at you in the dopiest way rather than his usual cocky smirk, his lips and chin glistening, “Can’t believe you said yes.”

Like there was a reality where you wouldn’t. The thought knocked from your head as he placed an obnoxiously loud kiss against your pulsing bud.

“You gotta let me fuck this pretty pussy baby,” he groans, audibly, unashamed of the noises he usually quietens, “god, please. Need to feel my pretty girl, my fiancée wrapped around me.”

He’s dragging wet kisses from your thighs, your mound, mouthing at your hips, his thumb tapping on your clit, making your legs spasm. You’ve never heard Katsuki beg before; it takes a moment even to register.

“Oh, fuck, please.” You gasp, writhing under his touch.

For once, Katsuki barely teases, too eager to be inside your tight cunt. His movements are unagile and cumbersome, shaking as he drags his heavy cock through your sopping cunt, edging himself by letting just his thick tip inside your fluttering hole.

The first inch has Katsuki melting, moaning the loudest you’ve heard him be. His huge and toned body falls forward, burying his face against your neck as he sinks to the hilt, pushing his hips flush with your own.

“C’mon, lock your legs, baby; need you as close as possible,” he grits out, hiking your thighs around his waist, “my fuckin’ fiancée.”

Every thrust is practised, hitting every spongy spot to make you cry out his name; you’re louder than usual, the highs of the evening only amplifying the shocks he sends through your body.

You almost miss it, almost, with how desperately he’s holding onto you, keeping you so close, burying his head into the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“My fuckin’ girl, my wife, my fuckin’ wife, you said yes, you said yes, you said yes-“ He was babbling wetly, hiccuping every word that accompanied his deep and purposeful thrusts, his composure shattered entirely.

It doesn't take long for his pace to become sloppy, speeding up a little with every motion. Every sound he makes is utter sin, blending with your moans and gasps as you gush around his cock.

“Gonna cum,” he rasps against your neck, lashes fluttering against your skin, “gonna cum baby, gonna fill you up, my pretty wife.”

When he does, his whole body shakes, letting out a ragged gasp that transforms into a stuttered sob. He lifts his head, cupping your flushed face, his lashes clumping with tears, smiling so wobbly at you.

“You’re gonna be my fuckin’ wife.” He whispers, broken-voiced and so beautiful.

“Yeah,” you mutter back, on cloud nine, nodding against his palm, “your wife.”

The trembling laugh he muffles against your collarbone is a sound you’ll remember forever.

[bakubleh]

Holiday!

Katsuki Bakugo x fem! Reader

Part 2 kinda

CW/TW: 18+, smut, petnames, creampie, p in v, implied older boyfriend, established relationship, reader is wearing bikini, dirty talk, rich! Bakugo my beloved

A/N: hellooooo i knew i had this somewhere loveeeee a rich boyfriend stereotype, i have an idea for a smau but it might be like too giving the reader a character? and i don’t really like doing that, so lmk

Buzzing insects, lapping waves, a breeze through large elliptical leaves, sand, sun and something scented like luxury, the sounds and smells of paradise. The villa you’d just stepped foot in was clean, shaded and stunning, cool tile beneath your feet after quickly slipping off the trainers you’d worn through travel.

“Wow…” You barely manage to utter, looking up in awe at the decorated wooden trimmings and tropical ambience, flitting about the place to absorb all of the opulence, “How much was this?”

A silly question really, one you knew you wouldn’t get an answer to.

“None of your damn business,” Katsuki remarks with a laugh, walking toward you after placing your luggage down, his hand cupping the curve of your ass, squeezing lightly.

He looks good, too good for someone who’d just spent eight straight hours asleep on a plane. Blond hair ruffled and pushed back, designer sunglasses, white shirt rolled up to his elbows and unbuttoned at the top, crimson eyes relaxed, small creases collecting at the corners.

“What’s caught your attention?” He asks, following your gaze that moved from him to outside the villa.

“Private pool?” You mutter, pointing to the crystal blue water surrounded by tropical flora of all colours.

“Mmh, yeah,” he hums, nodding, “you already wanna get in it, don’t you?”

“You can’t show me a pool and expect me not to get in the pool.” You’re already walking towards your cases, unzipping one to find something to swim in.

Every bikini you own is pulled out in order until you find the one you’re looking for. Skimpy and revealing, the one you almost convinced yourself not to bring, but your boyfriend insisted on. You understand why now: if you had a private pool, it didn’t matter how little you wore.

Katsuki had already stepped onto the wooden porch by the poolside, hands on his hips as he expected the amenities promised when he booked this holiday. What a dad, you should probably get working on that.

Within minutes, your travel clothes were gathered into a pile, the tiny strings of the black bikini tied in neat little bows on your hips, behind your back, and around your neck. You readjusted once, at least playing decency, making sure your nipples were covered before stepping onto the porch and making a beeline for the pool, jumping in since there was no lifeguard to shout at you for cannonballing.

“Oi!” You can vaguely hear as your head is submerged, then resurface to see your boyfriend holding a bottle of sunscreen, shaking it at you with a scowl: “You want to get burnt within five minutes of being here?”

You offer a sheepish smile, hair drenched and framing around your face, kicking your feet in the water to get toward the side of the pool. Katsuki stood at the side, looking down at you, holding his hand out to help you out of the pool.

The water splashes as you emerge, perching on the marble, keeping your legs in the cool water.

“Sorry,” you mumble lightly, smiling up at him.

“S’alright, pretty girl, s’what you’ve got me for.” He mutters, crouching down behind you, “Hold your hair up for me.”

You do as he asks, jolting slightly as the cool cream hits your back, his broad hands massaging it into your shoulders and down your spine. You reach for the bottle, doing your legs at the same time. You gasp in surprise as he reaches around your ribs, rubbing the cream against your stomach, coming up to your cleavage, collarbones, neck and face.

“You gotta wait for it to dry pretty,” he mutters, suddenly close to your neck, “can’t get back in the pool yet.”

Your back arches as his hands trail down against, cupping over your tits, thumbs brushing over your stiffening peaks, pinching lightly.

“Let me get changed and then we’ll sit on the loungers for a bit.” He hums, placing a kiss beneath your ear. You can only nod in response.

When he emerges from the villa once more, clad in nothing but black trunks and those same sunglasses, he’s holding out the same bottle to you.

“Your turn.” He smirks, flopping onto one of the two sunloungers with none of the grace he shows as pro hero Dynamight.

You bite your lip, straddling his tiny little waist, squeezing a large dollop of the sunscreen into your hands and massaging it into his shoulders the same way. Your hands follow the lines of his muscle, gentle as they trace over the scars he’d earned in his career. All it takes is a rough groan from his throat, and you’re squeezing your thighs around his waist.

“All it takes is seeing my back to get you grinding that cute little pussy against me?” He murmurs into his arm, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Shut up.” You murmur, continuing your path downwards, swivelling around to get the back of his toned thighs and calves.

Finally, you start on his disgustingly huge biceps and strong forearms, massaging the cream in as your freshly done nails scratch in the way that makes his hips shift.

You’re lifted briefly, sat back down against his stomach as he twisted beneath you, hands coming to your thighs, grinding you against his abs with the movement.

“Still gotta do your front.” You mutter under the flush on your cheeks and moan you barely muffle, pumping sunscreen directly on his sternum.

“I don’t believe I’m stopping you.” He grins up, the side of his mouth pulling into the smirk that makes your tummy flutter, “Oh fuck-“

Your nails are ghosting down his ribs, having him arch into you again, his cock rutting against that tiny string in the back of your bikini.

“Such a pretty girl,” he rasps, his hands coming to trace up your sides, “can’t believe you’re mine, so fuckin’ beautiful.”

He’s dragging his cock against you as you hurriedly finish your ministrations, thick and heavy in his swim trunks, pressing hard against the confines. The wetness in your bikini bottoms is no longer from the pool; the beaming sun overhead is quickly drying the tiny scraps of fabric.

His thumb reaches between you, brushing against your sensitive bud under the polyester of your bikini, drawing little hearts as you moan pathetically.

“Sound so fuckin’ pretty baby,” he groans, his hips shifting so your cunt is pressed directly against his aching cock, “this is why I bought us a private villa so that I can fuck you stupid everywhere. Gonna have this tight little cunt wrapped around me all week.”

You clench around nothing, whining as you buck against his length through your clothes. He catches it, of course.

“Yeah? You like that, baby? You like the thought of being stuffed full of me all week.” He cooes, already knowing the answer, “Lift your hips for me, sweet girl.”

You do. He shuffles his trunks down, pulling the tiny triangle of your bottoms to the side, pulling you down onto him in one motion. You cry out as he fills you, feeling every vein of his cock pressing against your spongy walls.

“Oh my god,” you barely manage to utter out, breath pushed from your lungs as his tip kisses your womb, “Katsuki-“

“Shh, shh, I got you baby,” he mutters, thrusting up into you, “jus’ hold onto me.”

Falling forward, your arms wrap around him as he does the work, thrusting up into you at a languid pace, sweat building between your bodies. He’s groaning down your ear at every pulse of your cunt, “That’s it, perfect girl, my perfect girl, so fuckin’ tight around me. Takin’ my cock so well.”

The pressure builds as you whine, back arching to take him deeper, rolling your hips against his slow thrusts to have him hit that perfect spot over and over.

“Fuck!” He moans, actually moans, as you tighten around him, “Good girl, fuck, you gonna cum? Yeah, can feel it, that’s it baby, milk my cock.”

You listen, the tightness in your tummy snapping as you gush around his length, whining and biting against his collarbone, holding onto him as your toes curl and eyes roll. He follows quickly, flooding you with the first load of this vacation, already planning on how many more he can stuff you full of.

“You wanna play mermaids?” You ask through pants, even as he was still stuffed inside you, your thoughts were now on the pool. He laughs in response.

The holiday ends with a ring on your finger and headlines of Pro Hero Dynamight’s engagement.

[bakubleh]

omgomg 2,000 likes on spring fever 🥹

i did not THINK people would actually enjoy my silly little writing but they do im so ahhhh! thank you guys i will post more now that i am not in work for two days again hopefully 🤞

[bakubleh]

Birthday boy

Denki Kaminari x fem! Reader

TW/CW: 18+, smut, dom reader, mommy kink, overstim, dangerous sex (?), quirk malfunctions, electricity usage, stoner Denki

a/n: a few minutes late, but happy birthday Denki Kaminari, my favourite canon pervert

Black-and-yellow banners and streamers hung loosely around the apartment. Cake crumbs and half a bottle of Coke remained on the kitchenette side. The TV is still playing Sero’s playlist quietly, despite your friends’ absence.

It’s just Denki, and you left now, late into the night after a day of celebration.

"Did you have a good birthday?” you ask, trying to collect the paper plates and plastic cups bought for the occasion.

Denki sprawls out on the sofa, eyes slightly red and face relaxed. He offers a lazy smile, patting his lap as he exhales another cloud of smoke from Mina’s forgotten pink leopard-print pen.

“One of the best,” the blond affirms, nodding a little too slowly, “the only thing that’d make it better is my pretty girl on my dick rather than cleaning up.”

“Oh? I thought you were too tired?” You laugh, cocking an eyebrow as you walk closer to him.

“Tired? Nah, you know I’m gonna be up for a while yet, I jus’ told them that so they’d get out before they saw my raging hard on.” Denki shuffles, spreading his thighs further, showing off the imprint of his cock through his sweats, “You look damn good. Now gimme my birthday kiss.”

You slide onto his lap perfectly, made to be there. His hips buck upward instantly, letting out a low groan as he grinds against you, leaning up to press his lips to yours, his tongue quickly slipping between your lips.

“Haven’t even done anything today, Denki, jus’ that desperate?” You tease breathlessly against his lips, slowly circling your hips against him, his half-lidded eyes following the movement as he bites his lip.

“Don’t have to do anything to get me worked up, you know that.”

“Mhm, well, what does the birthday boy want hm?”

“Want you to ride me.”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Fuck- please, please, mommy.”

You’re shuffling briefly, tugging his sweats down and your own panties to the side before lining his aching cock up with your empty cunt. Sinking on him as he lets out a pathetic whine, already trying to take over by bucking his hips upward.

“Ah-ah, don’t move baby, s’your birthday right?” You coo, holding his pretty face, beginning to move.

His face twists in pleasure as you fully sink, teasing him with slow movements, his hands gripping the meat of your thighs as he tries not to buck up to get some more of that sweet, sweet friction.

“M-mommy, I- hnngh,” he gasps, gripping harder as you speed up a little, the sound of skin against skin audible over the music, “please faster. Please don’t tease.”

You smirk at his whiny begging, taking him deeper, clenching your walls around him to draw out that pretty groan he always makes. Your hands pressed against his chest. His cock is already twitching inside you, his stuttering moans showing how close he already is.

“You gonna cum already? Isn’t that a bit embarrassing?” You laugh between pants, quickening your pace, taking him deeper and harder as his hands tremble against your thighs. You know how sensitive weed makes him.

His eyes roll back at the mean degradation, and he whimpers, fully whimpers as he finally bucks up into you, moving from your thighs to hold onto your ass.

“Please mommy, wanna cum,” he babbles at you, drool collecting in the corner of his mouth, “please can I cum? Wanna cum in your pretty pussy, please mommy.”

You can’t give or deny permission, not as hot ropes of cum flood you without warning.

“How selfish,” you scold, “don’t I get to cum too?”

You don’t stop, keeping pace as you clench around him harder on purpose, milking every drop and then some. Denki’s hands are spasming against your ass, whining as you don’t stop, his now oversensitive tip hitting your womb.

“I’m sorry! I'm sorry, Mommy, I didn’t-“ he mumbles, incoherent as you keep moving; his words trail off into a mess of moans and whines as your cunt squeezes him again.

He bucks up into you, still trying despite his oversensitivity, only making you coo praises as you stroke through his fuzzy blond hair already collecting static.

“Such a good boy, Denki,” you praise cruelly, feeling the familiar pricks of shock through your muscles, “you want me to cum on your cock, yeah?”

He nods eagerly, eyes focused on the creamy ring formed around the base of his cock every time you swallow it deep. He’s still trying to thrust upward, mouth open and brain offline, eyes dazed, and brows furrowed—a look you know all too well.

“Hands off.” You warn quickly, not daring to stop, and Denki does his best to listen, taking his hands from your ass and gripping the couch instead as a spark overloads.

“Good boy.” You pant, patting his cheek as your bounces slow to a grind, for you instead of him now.

Of course, the praise gets him, and he’s moaning low as he floods you a second time, eyes rolling back as his hair begins to stick upward. His hands twitch into fists as he fights the urge to grab you, to slow you down, to speed you up as you turn his brain into mush.

Your hips roll against his, taking him the best way now, his cock still flushed and hard inside of you, hitting all those deep spots that make your toes curl. Every grind is accompanied by a gasp from you or a broken groan from him.

“Too much!” He hiccups out, bordering on a sob as he shakes from overstimulation.

It almost is, but he hasn’t uttered the word yet, and the familiar prickles are just that. Only when you feel your hair standing up on the back of your neck do you finally roll against that one spot that has you seeing stars, a dangerous game when your poor overstimulated boyfriend could zap out at any moment. You can only gasp and moan as the heat in your belly coils tighter, threatening to break any second as small zaps make your fingers against his chest go numb. Your cunt flutters around his cock as you edge closer to your orgasm.

“Jus’ a bit more baby, jus’ a bit more,” you pant out, “can do it for me, can control it.”

Denki nods fervently, biting his bottom lip as he tries to control the sparks that are quickly becoming dangerous.

“Can’t- can’t control it!” He gasps out, warning as his cock twitches violently inside you, “Gonna cum again!”

With a final roll of your hips, your cunt clenches around him achingly tight, gushing around him as your orgasm hits. Your hips stop their movements instantly as Denki nearly short circuits, a broken sob coming from him as he twitches weakly, cumming a third time.

You both pant as you come down from your highs, Denki nearly dumb from overstimulation.

“That was a close one.” He whispers hoarsely, giving you a fucked out, his hair buzzing with static.

“Mhm… it was, but worth it,” you mutter back, giving him a quick peck that gives you a short jolt, “happy birthday baby.”

[bakubleh]

Fit check!

Gojo Satoru x fem! Reader

300 words

TW/CW: 18+, suggestive, mildly controlling behaviour maybe.

A/N: sorry brainrotted thought I had at work today, actually imagine being on shift and your boss thinking about this 😭

Your boyfriend had many quirky and strange habits, more than most. His determination that, as an adult, he could have dessert before dinner, his childish nature and intent to find whimsy and joy in even the worst things, and his endless ego confidence and self-assurance.

But one of the weirdest was this.

“Hands on the wall pretty girl,” Satoru demanded, prepared to leave completely aside this weird ritual he demanded you keep, “Yeah, just like that.”

You knew the position to assume, back facing him, hands against the wall, Satoru standing behind you. As if this were a police stop and search rather than going out to get groceries.

Your pants are shuffled downward to just under the curve of your ass, and you hear that familiar sharp inhale.

“Plain black?” He asks, almost offended, “You wound me.”

“We’re going shopping.” You can only counter, yet some part of you feels weirdly guilty for disappointing him in your choice of underwear.

You were only going shopping, nothing more, your choice in black cotton briefs shouldn’t have been judged so harshly and yet, here you were.

“Nope.” Satoru sighs, pulling your pants back to your waist, tapping your ass twice, “Change them.”

“Satoru.”

“I mean it. Change them.” He repeats, petulant in tone, a whine in his voice.

You sigh, taking your hands from the wall, turning to face him. You cross your arms, looking up at him, about to argue. But you see the pout, as if he weren’t a fully grown 6’3” man, his blindfold in his pocket, otherwise dressed and raring to go.

“Fine.”

You’ll change to something he deems more appropriate. Maybe the lacy white pair, the cute pair with the star pattern, or even that ruby red pair you know drives him wild. Either way, you know you won’t be getting ingredients for dinner until he approves of your panties.

[bakubleh]

Party time!

Katsuki Bakugo x bunny! fem! reader

TW/CW: 18+, smut, hybrid au, p in v, fingering (f receiving), semi-public sex but not really, rich! Bakugo, agency owner Bakugo, petnames, dirty talk, breeding kink (?), creampie.

A/N: another bunny fic for the masses although dont think its as good as the og sorry 😖

Being at a party with Katsuki was always challenging. No matter the type of gathering, whether a hero gala, a social event with friends, or just out for drinks, it never made a difference.

He was always wearing something obnoxiously expensive; he had the money to spare.

Tonight, he wore a fitted white shirt that moved like liquid with each subtle flex, paired with black suit trousers that revealed the shape of his thighs. He accessorised with a fancy watch and sunglasses perched atop his head. Oh, and the cologne…

Your boyfriend was indulgent in scents, with at least ten bottles and thirty testers constantly at hand, matching his ensemble and the vibe of the scenario you were heading into. Rich and summery, he smelt like a blend of old and new money.

“You’re lucky you can get away with that blush being from alcohol.” He chuckled softly against one of your twitching ears.

You were sitting in a booth at the dimly lit event, some agency party they held every year. Honestly, you had no idea; you hadn’t even had anything to drink. Katsuki’s scarred arm stayed wrapped around your back, his hand resting on your thigh.

“What’s got you so wound up tonight, bun?” He whispers against your temple, offering a brief kiss there.

Maybe it was the hand that gripped your thigh, maybe it was the way he smelt, maybe it was that side-heavy smile he offered when some random came to try and take his attention from you.

“I dunno,” you whisper back, fidgeting in your seat, “need you.”

“Always so eager, you can’t wait?”

You shake your head, humming a little ‘mh mh’, thighs pressing together against his fingers. You’re hot, fidgety, and so unbearably horny. It feels pathetic.

“Don’t even wanna stay for all these nice people who came to this party?”

Who were the nice people? They were his employees! They only showed up because, despite his public image, Katsuki was a genuinely kind boss. He covered the drinks, paid for the catering, and granted a half day for the event, while all the ladies were smiling at him too much.

“Alright, c’mon,” he says, pulling you up. “We’re getting some air.”

You nearly squeak in excitement, eagerly following as he leads you out. His hand stroking up and down your back, only making the situation in your panties worse.

Outside the club he hired out, you didn’t pause as you’d thought. Instead, he ushered you forward, into the alleyway, he wasn’t going to-

You breathe a sigh of relief when you realise his intention.

“This is why I hired the club next door,” Katsuki laughs, turning his key in one of the side doors of his agency building, “Knew you’d get needy.”

“Katsuki!” You whine, embarrassed, not embarrassed enough to stop you from pressing your thighs together as he drags you inside the empty building, “I‘m not that bad.”

But you are, you always are.

“Hey, it’s not your fault, is it? Can’t help being a needy little bunny.” He laughs, not bothering to take you somewhere private, bending you over one of the couches in the lobby of his agency, “C’mon, angel, tell me what you want.”

Your little dress has hiked up, revealing the backs of your thighs and thoroughly soaked panties. You jolt forward as his thumb traces over them.

“Fuck,” he rasps, suddenly affected, “you’re dripping for me. Should’ve told me I was neglecting this pretty little pussy.”

“Kaaatsuki-“ His fingers are already laced under your panties, pulling them down slowly, watching the strings of arousal stick to the soaked fabric, “Please, wan’ you.”

You arch your back, already on your tiptoes thanks to your heels, wiggling at him, showing off everything you have to offer—tail twitching, puffing out dramatically in a plea for attention.

“So desperate for me, hm?” He cooes, two thick fingers running through your neglected cunt, before dipping inside, “Always so fuckin’ tight for me too.”

You back up, grinding against his hand, trying to take his fingers deeper. Your ears prick up at how pathetic you sound, babbling at only his touch.

“Sound so fuckin’ pretty angel, such cute little noises,” he grits out, curling his fingers just right to make you whine loudly across the foyer.

He isn’t preparing you; you don’t need that. He’s only playing.

“Look at that bun,” he purred, pulling his fingers out with a wet sound, bringing them to your face, glossy with your own arousal, “clean ‘em up for me, can’t get these pants dirty.”

You don’t get to respond before Katsuki pushes against your lips, tongue flicking out to taste your own wetness. He’s fumbling behind you with one hand, unclasping his belt and zipper. His cock springs free and lands against your ass heavily.

“You want my cock bun? Want me to fuck you nice and deep?” He asks, dragging his tip along your cunt.

“Please,” you slur around his fingers, making such a sight of yourself, “need it, please.”

“Well, if my girl needs it.”

You can only cry out around his fingers as his cock stretches out your aching hole. He wastes no time in setting a ruthless pace, pushing you forward with every harsh thrust, bullying your gummy walls, keeping one hand on your tummy to keep you upright.

“So fuckin’ perfect f’me.”

“Takin’ me so fuckin’ well.”

“Gonna ruin this perfect little pussy, have you fucked out before we go back.”

Each praise is softly muttered, followed by a breathy grunt or fractured word, as he bites his lip while you gush around him. His fingers remain in your mouth, hand gripping your face.

“Gonna cum so deep in this pussy,” he groans out, snapping his hips harshly, his hand reaching from your tummy to in between your thighs, making you see white, “gonna have you fucked so good. Don’t want any thoughts going on in that pretty little head except me and how good I’m gonna breed you.”

Your toes curl in your strappy little heels, whole body shaking. Your cunt pulses rhythmically around his cock, making him inhale a suddenly shaky breath.

“Fuck!” He snarls, snapping his hips fully flush with yours, flooding your womb with the warmth you craved.

He’s panting as he finally pulls out, and you stand with trembling legs, blinking up at him with wild eyes. He’s slick with sweat, eyes half dazed from the sudden force of his orgasm. There’s no way you can go back to that party.

[bakubleh]

Mark your territory!

In which you leave a little something of yourself on your boyfriend

A/N: quick smau before i head to undoubtedly the worst shift of my life (in three minutes)

[bakubleh]

Spring fever!

Katsuki Bakugo x fem! bunny! Reader

Plot: reader is a bunny quirk haver or hybrid, it’s spring, Katsuki is mean about it.

TW/CW: 18+, smut, heavy on the breeding kink, hybrid reader, cursing, petnames, reader is desperate, p in v, creampie, Katsuki is mean, begging, cockdrunk, minor dacryphilia, manhandling

A/N: love a hybrid au sorry soooo yummy, will probably stop spam posting now, actually have to go to work tomorrow 🫩

Katsuki’s so mean.

He’s just so mean.

His hands behind his head, biceps flexing without any effort, a lazy smirk on his face as crimson eyes gaze on you from under blonde lashes.

You’re trying your hardest, cheeks puffing out, straddled across his waist, hips bucking wildly as you grind your soaked cunt against his boxers. Red in the face and whining so sweetly for him.

“I can feel your lil’ tail twitchin’ like crazy.” He chuckles; the only thing giving him away was just how hard he was beneath you.

His observations weren’t incorrect. Your back curved as your clit rubbed against his abs, your little cotton tail puffed up at flicking against your back, ears pressed to your head.

“Ka-Katsuki~” You babble helplessly, hips moving in tight circles, soaking his boxers, abs, your own thighs, “Help.”

You’re pouting, bottom lip jutting out in a way you can’t control. It’s pathetic, it’s needy, it’s utterly sinful.

“You’re so much needier in the spring bun,” he comments, seemingly unfazed by your desperation, not even bucking his hips upwards to help you, “S’like that pretty little bunny brain only has one thought.”

You wail in response, knowing what he’s getting at, grinding down harder trying to get a response, any response. It’s what he was waiting for, for you to get desperate enough that those pretty tears clump your lashes, for your hips to start twitching from getting close to the edge just by humping pathetically against him.

“Alright, alright,” he chuckles, finally moving, his arms coming to your waist to still you, only making you cry harder, “guess I gotta help. Can’t have my needy bunny cryin’.”

He’s rough with his movements, manoeuvring you onto your back, pinning you below him. You can feel and hear your tail thumping pitifully against the mattress.

He finally loses the boxers, pulling them from his hips in one rough motion and kicking them from his ankles. Your legs are balanced on his broad shoulders as he crowds you, yanking you upward by the thighs so your hips are elevated.

You can only hiccup and babble his name as he lines his cock up. He thrusts shallowly, just the tip, sending you crazy in need by teasing your quivering hole with the promise of more.

“What do you need, angel?” He coos, still being so mean, making you beg for what he knows you need.

“You, you, you-“ You whine, attempting to push forward despite his iron grip on you, trying to take him deeper.

You’re hot, bothered, and desperate enough to drool at the thought. Your stomach is doing flips at every movement, breath, word he utters. It stops, finally, the moment he pushes into you, sheathing his cock in your needy cunt, just one thrust is all it takes for you to shatter around him.

You tremble, grasping at his biceps, nails digging into the muscle as you whine his name.

“That’s one,” he comments through a ragged breath, “got more comin’ bun.”

His teeth clenched at just how tightly your cunt was gripping him; every thrust had him spiralling closer to the edge. Katsuki was shaking with the effort not to bust deep inside you before you’d finished at least once more.

“You take me so fuckin’ well,” he gritted out, “you gonna soak my cock again?”

Your ears are spasming against your hair, pupils blown wide, shaking through each delicious thrust.

“You gotta cum again, bun, can’t fill you up if you don’t.” He groaned, folding you further so his tip could kiss your cervix, nudging right against your womb.

“Fill me up?” You barely manage to stutter out the words, slurred and hazy, mind feeling like syrup, where only one thought prevailed.

“Yeah, you heard me. Gonna fill you up, angel, give you everythin’ your pretty little womb needs.” He rasped, every thrust accompanied by a sharp breath or groan.

Your back arched, trembling through your second orgasm, pulsing around his cock, hammering all the sensitive spots inside you. He fucked you through the second one too, falling forward to press his forehead to your shoulder, putting you in the nastiest mating press.

“That’s it, bunny. You want me to knock you up, don’t you? Bet you’ve been thinking about it all day, your little brain all empty for me. Jus’ a little bunny for me to breed.” He muttered by your ear, breathing heavy as he tumbled towards the edge, “I got you, jus’ gotta take it, lemme take care of you, gonna look so pretty with my baby in your tummy bun. Jus’ gotta let me fill. You. Up.”

An uneven, harsh thrust accompanies each word as he grips you harder, knuckles turning white. His hips stutter, balls contracting by your ass as he paints your insides white with his seed.

You’re panting as he rolls off you, tail finally stilling, nuzzling against him to bask in his warmth.

“Better now?” He asks hoarsely, placing a kiss on your temple, you only hum contentedly in response, “Good. Fuckin’ spring fever.”

[bakubleh]

Bf! Izuku

How Izuku loves you.

TW/CW: 18+, suggestive not direct smut, dark, yandere-ish, definitely unhealthy relationship dynamics, my favourite Izuku, dependency, manipulation, babying, petnames, he just loves reader so much, don’t like don’t read ig.

A/N: i love love love this format, was thinking about this all day, ofc it’s unhealthy but that’s why it’s fiction 😋

Bf! Izuku… who will always tie your shoes, does your buttons on your shirt, and make sure your appearance is flawless before you leave. Going as far as to lick his thumb and wipe any smudged makeup.

Bf! Izuku… who always has what you need. Before, he wasn’t very prepared; now his silly backpack is full of water, snacks, hand sanitiser, painkillers, any medication you take, spare socks, and a jacket.

Bf! Izuku… who coos at you. At first, it felt so demeaning when he’d see a frown on your lips and cup your cheek. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He’d ask with a pout. You learned long ago that you can’t not respond; otherwise, you just upset both of you.

Bf! Izuku… who can’t help but guide you when you walk places together. Whether it’s a firm grip on your hand or gently pressing against your lower back, it's ushering you forward. Most of the time, he won’t even tell you the location, or when he does, he purposely messes it up to have the chance to grab you and correct you for your silly mistake of turning right when it was left.

Bf! Izuku… who doesn’t let you drive, no matter what. If you’re going somewhere together, he must be behind the wheel; it just makes sense, no? Why should you have to drive when he has a better sense of direction, is more cautious, has danger sense! Even if he lost it long ago.

Bf! Izuku… who proposed the idea of free use, going both ways, of course, in the middle of the most mindblowing orgasm of your life; right when you forgot that his libido was so much higher than yours. But you agreed, didn’t you?

Bf! Izuku… who just loves you so much, he wants you to feel good all the time! No matter where or when, if he can have his hand down your pants, his tongue buried inside you, or filling you up over and over again, he will.

Bf! Izuku… who desperately wants to raise children with you, you can’t leave if you have a baby right, who constantly tells you he’s ‘going to put a baby in you’ whether he can biologically or not. Who will constantly drop hints towards getting you pregnant, or adopting together, anyway he can make it happen, he will. He wants to watch you dote on something the same way he dotes on you. You think he’s joking, isn’t that cute?

Bf! Izuku… who loves to blow any slight towards you out of proportion. A coworker’s dig? His friends made a funny comment? Is your family being rude? Even something as simple as ‘you look tired’ is a direct offence to him, because that means he’s not taking care of you enough! It is one of the few times he’ll see red, because how dare whoever it was insult the pretty thing that belongs to him?

Bf! Izuku… who scarcely gets angry with you. But if you push his buttons, like going against what he says best, he’ll remind you of just how much you need him. You have an argument about him treating you like a dependent, but the next morning, your car is suddenly on the brink of failure, and you don’t think about the timeline; you’re conditioned not to. You have to awkwardly shuffle back into the house after leaving without his good morning kiss because you’re still simmering, asking him pathetically to give you a lift to work. He beams, knowing he’s won, cooing at you, “See, you need me, baby! Of course, I’ll take you to work, I expect three kisses as payment though~” He’ll tease, knowing it was all his fault in the first place.

Bf! Izuku… who will give you the most mind-shattering orgasms until you’re a puddle of pants and moans beneath him. Whether it’s with his fingers, tongue, or unfairly large cock, your body is his instrument, and he knows just how to play you.

Bf! Izuku… who just loves you so much. He hopes you never find the notebooks he has of all these tactics to keep you his.

A/N: i love him so much

[bakubleh]

Can’t sleep

Toji Fushiguro x fem! Reader.

TW/CW: 18+, smut, size difference, smoking, drinking, p in v, manhandling, soft Toji, pet names, creampie, cursing.

A/N: uhhhh Toji 🤤 obvs not MHA but here go my fic or whatever

The kitchen clock read 12:21, just past midnight. You’d slipped downstairs in the dark, barefoot down the stairs, knowing exactly which spots to avoid. The sight that met you wasn’t an uncommon one; the tiny TV in the corner of the room was playing something on near mute, a grainy picture showing some minor league European football, the back of your boyfriend’s head blocking the teams from view. The scent of tobacco and smoke hung thickly in the air; beer cans and the full ashtray littered the coffee table next to Toji’s feet.

You clutched at the hem of the shirt you’d thrown on, one of his dirty ones from the floor.

“Toji…?” You mutter hesitantly, rubbing at one of your eyes.

His head turns, one large hand placed on the back of the old leather couch facing you, sharp green eyes staring into your very soul, “Why are you up?”

“Can’t sleep.” You murmur, looking down as you shift your weight from foot to foot.

Toji doesn’t say anything, shuffles upward from his relaxed position, a silent invitation to come and sit with him—an invitation you take quickly, padding over to nestle yourself against his well-built body. You curl in on yourself against him, mindfully avoiding the loose springs and open wires of the couch.

He waits until half time is called, then turns to face you, one broad hand cupping your chin to tilt you toward him, “What’s got you up, baby?” He asks, gentle despite his baritone voice.

“I dunno.” You whisper against his palm, “Jus’ can’t sleep.”

It’s all it takes for Toji to shift you, your weight nothing for his strength as he places you on one solid thigh, your back now facing the TV. His hand returns to your face, holding you gently as he brushes his thumb over your cheek. There’s a small look of annoyance on his face at whatever was making you unable to sleep; he didn’t appreciate you being anything less than healthy.

“What’s that look for?” He rumbles, tracing your bottom lip that had found itself in a pout, “What’s got my girl so upset?”

You sigh against him; you didn’t know why there was no reason. You were tired, antsy, too shy to say anything about it.

“Jus’ tired ‘Ji.” You reply.

He hums in response, bringing his free arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His hand moves from your cheek to the back of your head, pulling your head to his collarbone.

“Y’sure? Because I can feel ya clenching on my thigh, baby.” Toji hums next to your ear, tensing his thigh just slightly, making you gasp.

“‘Ji…” You whine softly against his collarbone, your hips moving on instinct against his thigh. You can’t see it, but you know he’s smirking.

He is, the scar pulling at his lips as one side upturns slightly, “Comin’ down here because you’re needy? S’that it?”

Your hands grasp his shirt, allowing a shy nod against him, his hand still at the back of your head, tangles in your hair, keeping you secure.

“Fuck, baby, you gonna come down here jus’ to soak my leg or you gonna ask me to somethin’ about it?” He asks, laughing as your hips buck again, grinding your panty-clad cunt across his thigh.

You merely whimper in response, letting yourself move again, knees bent, either side of his leg as you chase friction against his pants.

“Yeah? Jus’ wanna ride my thigh? Or you gonna be a big girl and ask me to ruin you right?” He asks again, lifting his leg to give you more of the fiction you were seeking.

“Mhm, wan’ you ‘Ji,” you whimper against him, speeding up your little movements, “wan’ you bad.”

“There you go, baby, you jus’ gotta ask, I’ll always give you whatever you want,” Toji says, taking a hand off your hip just to free himself from the sweats he wore, his cock springing from its confines already heavy and leaking from your needy little display, “C’mere baby.”

He shifts you again, having you straddle his hips instead, your soaked panties still between you, and you being full.

“Please, ‘Ji… need you.” You gasp out as his weeping tip bumps against your clit through your panties, “Wanna ride you.”

Toji only grunts in response as his hand reaches between the two of you, giving a little flick to your clit before pulling your ruined panties to the side, “Gonna ride me, proper baby? Or are you gonna make me switch positions when you’re tired?”

“No, no, gonna do it,” You proclaim, more babble than confidence as he lines himself up with you, “Gonna do it this time, swear.”

“I believe you, baby,” He praises through a groan as you sink on him, “so fuckin’ tight, shit-“

You moan his name as you take him, your poor cunt struggling to take his girth, already shaking as you get split in half by him. Your gummy walls clench around him tightly, making him buck up into you. He pulls you down fully so he’s buried to the hilt, your clit bumping against the planes of his abs.

“Fuck, that’s it, so good for me,” he rasps as you bounce on his throbbing cock, “so fuckin’ good baby, gonna make me ruin this little body of yours.”

Your hands are grasping at his shoulders, nails biting into the muscle. Your toes curl as he hits the deepest spots inside of you, pressing right at your cervix. You’re already close, soaking down the length of him and onto the couch, your back arching with every little bounce you manage.

“S’enough,” Toji groans, lifting you off, making you whine from the loss, empty cunt clenching around nothing, “Sorry baby, you jus’ feel too good, gotta fuck this pussy proper.”

“‘Ji… not fair.” You whine, feeling more like a doll than a person with the way he was manhandling you, “Wanted to ride-!”

The air is knocked out of your lungs, promptly silencing your complaints. He has you face down ass up, back bent in a mean arch, cheek to the couch, sinking back into your tight hole.

“Fuuuck, s’better isn’t it?” He groans as he fills you, his huge body encompassing yours, one arm wrapped around your tummy, the other around your neck, “Can fuck you proper like this. Give this pussy what she needs.”

Every thrust is mean, having you choke on breath as you try to babble something incoherent, the head of his thick cock rubbing against every little spot inside of your cunt. You don’t have the ability to talk back, only able to moan and writhe beneath his mass, drooling against the couch cushions every time his tip kisses your womb.

“Shh, s’okay, you take me so good baby,” he mutters through groans, nipping at your neck, increasingly sloppy thrusts sending shivers through you, his hand reaches between your thighs, circling your clit, making you squeeze around him, “you’re gonna cum all over my cock.”

He’s everywhere, on you, in you, around you, and there’s nowhere you’d rather be as your muscles tighten, and you let out a loud whine of his name, soaking him entirely. It pushes him over the edge, pumping you full of his seed with a pathetic noise that someone so big shouldn’t make.

He has you cleaned up, cooing over you, and back on the couch in the crook of his arm, under a blanket, and half drifting off. He cracks open a new beer, lights another cigarette, and blows the smoke away from you. All before half-time finishes.

[bakubleh]

Movie night!

Katsuki Bakugo x fem! Reader

Plot: Movie dates are always fun, especially when they end up with you in your boyfriend’s lap.

CW/TW: 18+, smut, fingering, ignored sex(?), Katsuki ignoring you in favour of the film, petnames, dumbification (?), reader is fucking horny, silent sex?, Katsuki kinda mean.

A/N: just working through the backlog of things I’ve had written and seeing what’s decent enough to post. I have a bunny! reader one I’m thinking of posting but it’s kinda heavy on breeding kink soooo maybe

It started with a movie; it always did. Behind the barks and snarls, Katsuki was secretly a film buff. Detailed reviews on Letterboxd, a membership to the local cinema, and a definitely snobbish attitude on what counted as ‘true art’.

Who better to share those opinions with than his sweet girlfriend? You attempted to understand what he was on about when he talked through every film with commentary. Labelling certain choices and colour palettes with pride, as if he were the one to direct the film.

“I was thinkin’ a pre-quirk era piece tonight,” Katsuki muttered as he scrolled through the options for you, calling it a ‘piece’ rather than a movie like a normal person, “a hero film from before heroes existed. Sound good, angel?”

You nod, already fidgeting with the blankets to make the couch as comfortable as possible. You hadn’t been particularly vocal today, a weird feeling in your tummy distracting you from most things, but Katsuki, you could always focus on—at least to some degree.

You could definitely focus on the way his biceps were outlined by his sleeves, and the way his broad chest strained against the flimsy polyester of his pyjama top. You could definitely focus on the angle of his jaw, his downturned brow, or the way his hair was slightly flattened from the shower.

You didn’t focus on the fact that the film had already started, or the long opening credits prevalent in older movies, or the way you’d subconsciously scooted closer to him.

You hadn’t heard what he was saying at all, vaguely registering the way his hand moved to point to some obscure actor who hadn’t been seen in any film aside from this one. Even then, you were focused on his scarred hands, rough from work. You definitely didn’t notice the warmth building in your tummy, or the way your thighs pressed together.

But Katsuki did.

“Already?” He asked, forcing a sigh to hide the smirk in his words, the same hand you were so intently focused on gently grabbing at your thigh, “Not even fifteen minutes in, angel.”

He knows how you see him, and he knows how the world sees him. Katsuki knows he’s stupidly hot, and aren’t you lucky you’re the only one he shares it with?

Such a lucky girl.

“At least sit through the movie.” He offers, despite the hearts dancing in your pupils and the dryness in your mouth, “I’ll take care of you after.”

“Okay.” You mutter in response, trying to give a confident nod, tearing your gaze from him to whatever was playing on the screen.

You try, oh, how you try, to focus on the 136-minute runtime. You try not to count the seconds until this stupid film is over. You try not to breathe too deeply to avoid inhaling any of that aphrodisiac caramel smell. You try not to nestle closer into the strong, radiating warmth that’s to your left, to not focus on the feeling of Katsuki’s strong arm wrapped around your waist, to not focus on the ridges of muscle against your back-

When did you even get in his lap?

“You’re jus’ too needy, huh?” He asks lowly in your ear, breath tickling at your baby hairs, “You gonna let me watch the movie?”

You nod enthusiastically, hips bucking as his hand traces across your tummy and under the soaked panties you wore.

Katsuki lets out a sharp breath as his middle finger runs through your honeyed folds, pressing a kiss to your neck, “Gotta keep quiet so I can focus on the dialogue.”

“I’ll be quiet, promise, promise.” You babble pathetically, the words tinged with a whine as two fingers pinch gently at your clit making you jolt against him.

“That’s not being quiet, is it?” He rumbles against your back, the questions coming straight from his chest, the only hint that he’s just as affected as you are, “C’mon, angel, you know I can’t turn on subtitles, they take away from the cinematography.”

You listen, biting down on your lip harshly, as his fingers circle your sensitive bud. You want to be good, to let him enjoy his film, you know how much he enjoys them. The second his fingers move downward, collecting your arousal as they tease your sorely empty hole, you cover your own mouth to muffle the whimper spilling out.

“Tsk, still so loud,” Katsuki grumbles in response to the wet squelch as soon as his fingers are nestled inside of your cunt, “if it’s not your mouth, s’this pretty pussy talking.”

He’s tutting at you, and it only makes you want to whine louder. Your toes curl as he curls his fingers just right, hitting that gummy spot inside of you with practiced ease.

You’re melting, thighs trembling and back arching, muffling pathetic mewls and moans against your palm as he bullies your spongy walls with his fingers. All while he’s still watching the film, you focus briefly, and his gaze is still trained on the TV and whatever the characters are saying.

His palm hits against your clit, letting you rub against him as he takes you apart in his lap. You see stars, the knot in your tummy releasing. Your whole body is wracking from the force of your climax, legs jolting, soaking his wrist and your poor panties as his fingers fuck you through it.

You call his name, too loud to be muffled by your hand.

Katsuki stills his fingers inside of you, his unoccupied hand reaching for the remote to pause the film. His gaze finally focuses back on you, flushed and trembling and he clicks his tongue, “Really can’t be quiet can you? I’ll find another way to shut you up.”

[bakubleh]

Heat wave

Izuku Midoriya x fem! Reader

1.1k words again

Plot: There’s a heat wave but Izuku’s libido seems to be immune to it.

TW/CW: 18+, smut, creampie, free-useish, Izuku is proudly disgusting, p in v, cooing (?), sweat (?), petnames, cursing, established relationship, teacher Izuku, Izuku ‘breeding kink’ Midoriya.

A/N: this was longer but I didn’t like the beginning 🫩, uhhh yeah idk he’s a massive perv to me

It had been hot, ridiculously so. Your usual day off had been spent in front of the shoddy fan that was somehow still working from the last apartment. Rickety and definitely rusted at the legs, creaking as it tried its very hardest to circulate cool air in the room, you even felt bad for the thing.

But you were holding up no better, in a tank top and your old UA gym shorts, fraying from a mysterious seam, full of holes and stains you still couldn’t get out. But they were the comfiest things to wear on days like this, days where you couldn’t even comprehend moving to go to the bathroom. You weren’t even scrolling your phone, not a thing worth preoccupying you while you were busy training for what hell surely felt like.

The front door hissed, the suction easing as the handle turned in the same familiar way it always did. 15:50 already? Surely not.

“Hey, baby!” Izuku beamed from where he was, toeing off the smart loafers he wore for teaching, “It’s too hot, so classes got cancelled, and I’m home early.”

Ah, that explained it then.

You lifted your head, even that amount of effort mountainous in the humid hole you called your home. You couldn’t open your mouth to respond before you felt it.

Izuku’s scarred hand on your left calf, hiking onto his shoulder and spreading your legs wide, already on his knees in front of you. He hadn’t even undone his tie, muscles rippling against the once white of his shirt, the one actively turning translucent from his own sweat. His unruly hair stuck to his forehead, fringe glued to the freckles that spread there.

“Zuku,” You slurred, hot and bothered and not in the way he wanted you to be, “s’way too hot.”

“Too hot?” He repeated, muffled by your mound as he buried his tongue exactly where it wanted to be, “No such thing.”

His tongue darted out, running a filthy strip along the seam of your shorts, green eyes flicking up as you tried, in vain, to push him away.

“You really don’t want me, baby?” He asked, lifting his head to speak clearly, a pout on his bottom lip, “Gonna be so mean to me even after I’ve been thinking about you all day?”

“You’re always thinking about me ‘every day’.” You commented, keeping a clammy hand placed on his head, “S’too hot.”

Izuku sighed, before whining, the same way a puppy would for a morsel of food from your plate. It was as if he couldn’t see reason or feel the heat at all. For one brief moment, you faltered, and that brief moment was your mistake.

Izuku was already tugging at your shorts, pulling them down to your ankle, your hips lifting on instinct because these shorts were nostalgic; you didn’t want them ripping!

Izuku had his face buried back between your thighs before you could blink, groaning as his tongue ran through your folds. He lapped at your cunt, spelling out his name on your clit before sucking at it, the most disgusting slurping sound as his tongue followed down to your hole, well-trained and clenching in anticipation.

Your back arched, and you could feel his smirk, his hands gripping at your hips as he continued his loud assault on your cunt, groaning like it was a Michelin meal. Heat coiling in your tummy fast, toes curling over his shoulder; your body was an instrument Izuku had mastered.

“Yeahhh, you wan’ it, don’t you baby,” He cooed, lifting his head briefly, placing delicate kisses to your puffy bud, “tryin’ to lie to me, like ‘too hot’ is an excuse.”

He was tutting at you, shaking his head with a mean ‘tsk’ like you were the unreasonable one. Two fingers landing on your clit in a soft smack just to watch you jolt for him.

“Tell you what, let me breed this pretty pussy nice n’ full n’ I’ll forgive you, how’s that, hm?” He asked, already fumbling for the zipper in his slacks.

“Zuku-“ You gasp pathetically, squirming despite the strong hold he had just with one hand, “Please-“

His pupils are blown from the sight and scent of you, standing up as he finally gets his pants undone. His cock springing free, unfairly large and aching, pooling pre at the tip, angry red from being hard for what was probably the entire drive home.

“There you are, baby,” he coos again, his hand moving from your hip to your cheek, cupping it so gently despite his movements, “knew you wanted it, you always do, hm?”

He has you folded, legs over his shoulders as he rubs his cock through your honeyed folds, his tip bumping against your clit, making you tense.

“Mhm, mhm, wan’ it, please ‘Zu-“ You gasp, hands scrambling for purchase as he taps his tip against you repeatedly, sending shocks down your spine, “inside please!”

How he got you this way every time, you’d never know.

“Shh, shh, s’okay baby, I got you,” he hums, more than happy with himself as he lined up with your entrance, “biiiig stretch yeah?”

No matter how many times you took him, it was still daunting. Izuku’s head fell forward against your shoulder as he sank to the base in one smooth thrust, groaning against your neck as your gummy walls clenched around him. Bodies both slick with sweat, the humidity peaking between the bare amount of space he left between you.

“Fuuuuck, pretty girl,” he groaned, lifting his head, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip before penetrating your mouth, his eyes clouding as you sucked eagerly, “tryna tell me this pretty pussy doesn’t want it when she’s suckin’ me in like this.”

The noise was sinful, a cacophony of groans and grunts, muffled moans and gasps as he smothered you with his weight. The sounds are only amplified by the sweat building between the two of you.

You tried to respond, but between the heat and the way his tip was bullying every spot he knew, your brain was mush. Izuku seemed to have lost his voice as well, moaning directly into your ear with every clench of your cunt.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-“ He hisses through clenched teeth, grasping anywhere he could reach, your ankles to your thighs, to your hips, “Gonna fill you up. Make you a mommy, breed this pretty pussy nice n’-”

He doesn’t even finish before he’s letting out the most sinful groan, hips stuttering as he floods your womb.

For a moment, you lie there, both panting and ungodly sticky and ridiculously warm. Izuku lifts his head from your shoulder, offering you a sheepish smile.

“Hot today isn’t it?”

[bakubleh]

Pretty sounding lady

Katsuki Bakugou x female! reader

400 words

TW/CW: 18+, smut, petnames, cursing, dirty talk, soft Katsuki, loverboy Katsuki, hard of hearing Katsuki

A/N: hopefully enjoyable to some im going to bed now

If there was one thing Katsuki was obsessed with, it was the cute little noises you made under him.

When the lights were low, the glow of the city was the only thing to illuminate your face, tangled in the bedsheets. The position didn’t matter; here, the day melted away.

“Fuck-“ You gasp, hips arching further as you buck backwards to take him, filthy squelches echoing in the room that had you almost embarrassed, “Ka-hic-tsuki!”

Katsuki didn’t hear anything else, his ears straining hard enough to pinpoint just what he was looking for, but there it was. A little hiccup, a gasp, a long moan, even the hiss through your teeth when your poor cunt was stretched to take him.

“Mmh, s’it pretty,” he mutters, chest pressed to your back so tightly you can feel every ridge of his sharp muscle, “let me hear ya.”

He keeps himself quiet, not out of embarrassment, but because you are the star of the show here. Every thrust is angled to hit right above your cervix, at the position that makes your toes curl, and your eyes roll. Your head was placed gently, but kept firmly, in the crook of his strong, scarred arm, the kindest of headlocks.

Every noise he pulls from you, he whispers praise in return.

“That’s it, good girl.”

“Sounds so pretty like this.”

“You like it, hm? Like it when I ruin this pretty pussy, yeah, you do, can hear it.”

By the third time you’re gushing around his thick cock, legs shaking, a broad hand on your stomach to keep you in that perfect arch, he’s close too. Finally, he lets his sounds become known, grunting and groaning down your ear as he presses kisses to the skin below.

“Fuckin’ made for me,” he rasps between increasingly sloppy thrusts and ragged moans that come from his chest, cock twitching inside your gummy walls, “so perfect, so pretty, gonna fill this pretty pussy, yeah?”

You don’t respond verbally, can’t anymore, but you let out a deliciously pathetic whine, your cunt clenches around him, and it has him snap.

“Fuck!” He nearly whimpers as you nearly push him out, snapping his hips flush with your ass, he knows this dance, “Fuckin’ milkin’ me angel, you want it that bad? I got you.”

And he does, your stomach tightens as your whole body shakes, you feel it from your head to your toes as you soak him completely, only to gain the reward of warmth filling your belly as he pumps you full.

Katsuki may be hard of hearing and too prideful to wear his hearing aids in public, yet, as you reach for him, stroking a hand through his hair while you catch your breath, you realise he will always wear them for special occasions.

[bakubleh]

Izuku Midoriya my headcanons!

A/N: Sorry, he is so precious to me, I needed to include these thoughts I’ve had since the beginning.

This isn’t a fic, or an x reader, or anything.

TW: gore mention, isolation, bullying, my opinions

Izuku headcanons!

Izuku Midoriya… who used to stay up late at night in middle school, as a kid without any friends, he wasn’t playing games like a boy his age should have been. Instead, he was sneaking into the living room, delicately stepping past Inko’s room, pausing at every sound.

Izuku Midoriya… who was logging into the universe equivalent of Reddit or similar, on r/proheroscenes, which was nothing like what it sounds like. r/proheroscenes was full of the aftermath of pro hero fights, the blood and guts and gore, grainy videos of the before, during and after of villain attacks. Izuku absorbed it all.

Izuku Midoriya… who, unlike popular and probably correct belief, knew exactly, if not better than all his class, what he was getting into when taking All Might’s suggestion OFA. He’d seen the videos, read the uncensored reports, every detail.

Izuku Midoriya… who fell deeper into the internet rabbit hole, never down the far right pipelines so common, but definitely became desensitised to so so much. Inko was a great mother, but, like all of us, she made many mistakes, one of which was letting Izuku keep watching those ‘scary’ videos of his idol.

Izuku Midoriya… who doesn’t just bear the scars of being a child soldier, but the mental ones that came long before. He still harbours those feelings of being a nobody, a friendless quirkless loser, a child lost at school.

Izuku Midoriya… who slipped through the cracks in child and teen mental health, only leading to his dependability on the internet. Who had online friends from far away places, some of whom he realises now did not have his best interests at heart, some of whom he looks back on and misses, some of whom he’ll remember forever.

Izuku Midoriya… who gives and gives until there’s nothing left. Izuku who cries at hugs and still thinks he doesn’t deserve physical contact. Izuku ‘Deku’ Midoriya who just needed a hand to hold.

My baby, Izuku Midoriya :(

[bakubleh]

New jamas!

Characters incl: Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki.

Your boyfriend reacts to your new pyjamas. (fem suggested reader)

TW/CW: 18+, suggestive, breeding kink, petnames, cursing, implied foot fetish (sorry 🤧), uhh cringe?

A/N: first time posting anything like this ever! sorry if it sucks but it might not so lets hope 🤞 I was writing an Izuku smut but idk if that would be liked and im scared

Katsuki Bakugo

Whether or not you were traditionally ‘girly’ didn’t matter to Katsuki, what mattered right now was how mouthwateringly good you looked.

You were dressed in baby pink, lace trimmed, soft ass pyjamas. A three piece set you’d seemingly summoned from nowhere, with the tiniest shorts known to man.

Katsuki had expected to come home, shower, have some food and go to bed. But instead, his hands were roaming your body, travelling down your hips, cupping the plush of your ass, gripping tightly at the backs of your thighs.

“Fuckin’ hell angel,” he groans against you, short stubble tickling against your neck, “do you know how good you look?”

You laugh lightly, before gasping at his quick bite below your ear, “They’re just ‘jamas!”

“They’re anythin’ fuckin’ but.” Katsuki continues, his hands sneaking under the waistband of your new sleep shorts, grabbing a fistful of your ass.

He smells like sweat, but Katsuki sweat, slightly singed salted caramel was the best you had to describe it.

“Yeah, we’re goin’ to bed.” He mutters, one large hand grabbing your head so he can press a harsh kiss to your temple, one which had your tummy doing flips, “And I’m fuckin’ you in these.”

Izuku Midoriya

“You’ve got to be joking.” Izuku groans, making you physically turn from where you were sitting on the couch to the door.

He’s got that look on his face, the one that makes you feel like prey and your tummy is already tingling from it. He wastes no time in stalking toward you, glancing at you from head to toe because not even your feet are safe from Izuku Midoriya.

“You’ve got to be joking.” He repeats, lower this time as he takes in the sight of you.

“Zuku…” you start, gentle as possible, “they’re not even sexy.”

You weren’t lying either, they were a plain matching set you found in the men’s section of the department store that felt just soft enough to come home with you. Long pants and a tee!

Izuku looks offended at even the notion. In fact, he scoffs.

“Not sexy? Baby you look incredible right now!” He all but whines, standing behind you, his hands coming to splay across your waist, leaning down to kiss across your neck, “Considering you’re dressed for it, how about we go to bed?”

He thinks he’s slick, when in reality the second you stand with a sigh, he’s rutting against your ass.

“Izuku.” You sigh, trying to bite back the smile and the warmth appearing on your cheeks.

“Changed my mind, bedroom’s too far.” He whines against your neck, one hand slipping under the pants and your panties right in the living room.

Shoto Todoroki

Not many things got a reaction from your fiancé. Today was different though. You went out specifically with the intent of buying something to blow his mind.

Now you stood in your shared bedroom, Shoto looking at you from the door, hair damp from the shower, towel around his neck, frozen in his tracks.

“Do you like it?” You ask, giddy, offering a little twirl in the near sheer red and white nightie, “Bought it for you.”

He’s still frozen, droplets of water falling from his shoulders down the sharp planes of his firm chest, you watch as his Adam's apple bobs harshly.

“I don’t think it’d fit me.” Shoto responds, half dazed, brain broken. You can’t help but laugh.

Shoto watches as you, in that sinful little dress, light up at his misspeak, the way your eyes sparkle and your teeth show, unguarded in the best way. That’s all it takes for him to be on you.

You’re against the mattress before you know it, you’re huge boyfriend on top of you kissing from your ear to collarbone, groaning like you’re a meal. It’s rare enough for Shoto to initiate, this much of a reaction is unprecedented.

He kisses back up to your lips, the tentativeness not there tonight as he crashes his mouth against yours.

“Sho!” You gasp breathlessly as his hands slip under the dress and between your thighs.

“Shh,” He murmurs against your lips, “you look beautiful my love, gonna put a baby in you tonight.”

[bakubleh]

Bad dream!

In which you ask tell them about a bad dream, also you’re a bit of a nuisance