katsuki's wife

katsuki is roblox legal

[thelastunico]

I relied on romantic maladaptive daydreaming for survival as a child, and have been love sick ever since

[dotlusional]

skincare | bakugo, k.

ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, suggestive

ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: i was debating on queueing this up for reblogs but i decided that. who the hell is this gonna hurt? this is a reblog from my old account

ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: annoying interviewer + disrespecting gf = honest/oversharing bakugo

ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: 181 words

do you ever think about pro-hero dynamight being stopped on the street for an interview?

where he was under the impression it was going to consist of serious questions related to his hero career, but it’s actually some frivolous ones instead? and what’s more is that they’re actually quite invading and disrespectful of his relationship with you?

so when the question of “what is your skincare routine/what makes your skin so clear?” is flirtatiously asked (which should be obvious since the answer is related to his quirk, and the fact this sorry excuse of a reporter doesn’t even have that basic research down just adds to his irritation), he instantly replies, “i have sex with my girlfriend. a lot of sex with my girlfriend. this is a continuous after glow,” before just leaving without another word?

and when the clip goes viral, and you’re at home asking him why he said that, he just offers you a shrug? and from then on, he keeps referring to sex as “necessary maintence in accordance to his skincare regimen?”

or is that too silly…

[tteokdoroki]

✩ ꒱ hit it raw — ft. katsuki bakugou .ᐟ

🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero bakugou & fem!reader. established relationship, unprotected sex, talk of condoms, subtle size kink, dacryphilia if you squint close enough -> bakugou is a responsible guy. he never forgets a thing. aside from the one time he forgets to buy condoms — no worries, you’ve always wanted him to hit it raw.

“no… fuck. damn it, i swear i —!”

katsuki never forgets condoms, ever. he’s big on safe sex, tested regularly doesn’t want any happy accidents before either of you are ready… but the one time he does forget to buy some, he genuinely nearly breaks down.

“f-fuck. sorry, baby — shit, i think we’re out.” bakugou rasps gruffly into your mouth — upset, begrudging. the bedside draw slams shut with a disappointing creak but it does nothing to dissipate heat in the air.

he’s teary eyed as he pulls back from your kiss swollen lips with the realisation. he hadn’t stocked up before he left for his mission in kuwait and you’d used the last of them that same weekend. the blonde sniffs it off as nonchalantly as he can, the fact that he’s about to cry, because he’s painfully hard against your clothed cunt and he hasn’t been able to properly have you in two weeks. a fist around his pulsing shaft and a memory of you bouncing back on him is barely enough for a man.

now you’re half naked underneath him and wet against his crotch, clothes still in a pathetic pile by the front door of your apartment because you’d welcomed him in with the same unexpected feverishness of a bustling city’s summer heat wave. heated kisses and burning touches that speak more than a week’s worth of yearning. katsuki feels stupid, he doesn’t know why he cries, perhaps it’s because he knows — no condom means no sex. he hates to leave you high and dry, hates to have to go take a cold shower until he can hit the stores tomorrow, but then your fingers curl in ash blonde baby hairs and you pull him back into you as though he’s rope slipping through his fingers. firm. grounding.

“maybe… maybe tonight we can try without?” you suggest because you’re so perfect, so undeniably good to him in ways the blonde isn’t even sure he deserves. your lips are glossy, your eyes are glassy and katsuki can feel your pussy smear over him with a layer of sweet glaze — clenching around nothing just at the thought of taking him raw. “i don’t want you to go. just want to be close to you.” you add, pouty. so pretty.

he should say no. he should insist on going down on you and rubbing one out in the shower later tonight. but there you are, squirming against his thickness that presses into your soft tummy, peering up at katsuki with those captivating, hypnotic eyes that plead for a slither of mercy. “please.” you whisper, the secret lying underneath your tongue next to every form of begging you know possible. you’re prepared to do it, if it means having him sink into you completely free of rubber. just skin on skin and the passion burning in your lungs.

“okay,” pearls of sweat form a halo around his head, sand blonde locks stick to the feverish skin as it drops to your bare shoulder. blood diluted with droplets of sin set a course for south and katsuki’s thick shaft pulses to life against you — as if to lead him into temptation — put it in. “god, fuck, okay. you’re gonna be good though? g-gonna let me pull out?” he manages a choked groan, rooted strongly in his chest like a sturdy oak tree. reverberating through your lush, syrupy cunt with enough bass to make you bend into him.

when you smile this time, it’s relieved and earnest — a beautiful glow that settles against the natural slopes of your features because katsuki strips faster than he ever has in his life. cock rock hard, wet and bare against you, seedy tip lathered in pre cum already married to your aching clit which he taps so lovingly against.

“n-no promises.” you mewl.

it’s so crude, no unlike the two of you, to be messy and raw. the heat of him blooms within you as bakugou lines up with your entrance, shallowly thrusting past the quivering hole with a grateful hiss. because he’s so lucky to be let into the gates of heaven. that you’ll let him fuck you even with the risk.

“can’t play around like that, baby, c-can’t say shit like that,” his breathing stutters, you squeeze around every hot, bare inch he gives to you. “…mmm fuck— ‘m gonna —!” katsuki heaves into your neck, lips on your pulse point to check you’re still with him whilst he bottoms out — pelvis flush against yours, thighs hiked high on his hip, dick dragging along your welcoming walls. “you’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me.”

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[kayvsworld]

my body, tearfully: when sleep???

me: my dude we just woke up!! It’s time for wakefulness and doing things and Productivity

my body, weeping: but???? when sleep?????

[rizaoftheowls]

me: okay, finally now is sleep

my body: no. wrong.

[tokkushin]

꒰ YOUR TEETH IN MY NECK — katsuki bakugou ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ

summary — dilf!suki takes you back to his place to "talk" about his tattoos, even when you both know what's going to happen | or, pt. 2 to tatted, blond and dilf 𐔌 2.3k ꒱ ᝰ.ᐟ

ꉂ — warnings : SMUT (mdni) ・ female reader ・ kissing ・ oral (f!receiving) ・ age gap ・ pet names ・ unprotected sex ・ fingering ・ katsuki has tattoos

It was the second kiss. Or maybe the third? Somewhere between his lips on yours and his hands trailing up your dress, you've completely soaked through your panties.

"You're real antsy, huh?" he questions, lips ghosting over yours as he pulls away. 

Memories from mere hours ago hit you like a freight train, heat furrowing in the pits of your stomach. 

The music, the people, him. 

The way his eyes lingered a second too long while you fumbled for questions to ask, his answers in one ear and out the other when he spoke. Or how your hands never left his arm, teasing traces left over the ink before you realized you were staring.

The touches weren't so soft anymore, his eyes weren't either. 

You'd almost tugged him towards the club's bathroom when he pressed his lips next to your ear, and rested his arm dangerously low against the small of your back. 

Whatever restraint you was left snapped after that — you were seconds from dragging him into a booth at the back of the club.

That is, until he whispered so tenderly in your ear that you 'Needed to be patient', that this was 'No place to take a pretty girl like you'. 

Every word a silent promise to absolutely ruin you — just not yet.

Katsuki Bakugou, as you've now come to know him, lives lavishly — expensive furniture scattered around his apartment surely making for good company. The walls are surprisingly bare, save for a handful of art pieces you're sure costs more than your rent.

He doesn't stop long enough for you to inspect them, only dragging you through the apartment with his hand around your wrist.

"You live alone? Mr. Bakugou . . ?" you question, following closely behind him.

Lost in the haze of tattoos and his woodsy scented cologne, not once did the idea of him being taken cross your mind. Nor what you were meant to call him — Mr. Bakugou? Sir? 

Although judging by the grin on his face, he'd probably enjoy hearing either.

"You sure ask a lotta questions," he smirks, twisting the golden knob of the bedroom door. 

He drags you into the darkness of his room, guiding you towards the bed while he flicks on a lamp. The sheer force sends your body flying off the mattress, bouncing against the plush foam before its grounded by his body over yours.

"You askin' if I'm a cheater, sweets?" 

A thigh slots itself between your legs, the stitching of his pants piercing through the thin fabric of your panties. The feeling makes your back arch — hips moving against him as if they had a mind of their own. 

"Of course not," 

Pressing yourself harder against his leg ,your body buckles at the feeling, a hand snakes it's way to his face as you tug him towards your lips. Warm breath mixes in the minimal space between you two before he closes the distance.

Every clash of lips and tongue is messy, much unlike his composure before. The sloppy grinds against his thigh forcing your mouth to fall open. 

It only makes room for his tongue, weaving itself into the soaked confines of your mouth as he swallows every sound you make. 

"Take off my shirt," he whispers, ending his statement with a kiss against your cheek. Katsuki towers over you as he watches, ruby eyes boring into your needy form as you reach for the plastic. "A good listener too? Someone's horny."

You roll your eyes.

The buttons on his shirt come loose with little effort, his collared shirt slipping from his shoulders and pooling onto the floor. Bold ink stretches over his right arm, trailing it's way over his chest — the dark lines winding over golden skin. 

Your gaze follows the pattern from his forearm to his shoulder — until the design stops. His left side surprisingly bare in comparison.

"Did you run out of things to tattoo?" you smile, reaching out to brush your fingertips over the untouched skin.

"No."

"Then why's this one empty"

A crooked grin tugs at his lips as he fiddles with the hem of your dress, eyes flicking over you like he's already distracted, "Savin' it."

Much like him to answer so vaguely. 

Amused, he watches you, laughing as your brows crease in thought.

"I can hear you thinkin' about it." 

"I'm not."

Liar.

The blonde doesn't waste his breath arguing, actions speak louder than words, after all — like the way your hips buck when he blows softly at your clit, or how your thighs squeeze around his head when he gives the swollen nub a kiss.

He licks a long stripe on the outline of your slit, saliva coating the thin cotton of of your underwear as it sticks to your wetness. Rough hands busying themselves with your chest.

"Mr. - Sir-, please"

Hips bucking against his tongue, dragging the wet muscle over every inch of your core. His tattooed hand moves in front of you, guiding one of yours to his blonde locs. 

"Sir?" he snorts, signalling you to lift your hips as he slips off your underwear, "You're makin' me sound ancient. Just call me Katsuki, yeah?"

His tongue is on you before you can dwell on it — two hands sprawling your thighs apart, as he basks in the glow of your cunt under the dim lighting. He hikes your thighs over his shoulders, inching himself closer to the spot he knows you need him most.

His tongue darts out as if he's testing the waters, dragging it along your slit as he hums against you — his fingers rough on your waist.

You're putty under his touch, thighs clamped around his head as you moan softly into the dim room.

Too quiet for his liking.

He pulls away with your slick coating his mouth, trails of sticky release spanning from his chin to his nose as he mumbles, "Fuck are you so quiet for? You gettin' shy on me, pretty?"

You whine at that, rolling your hips against the air as his lips ghost over your cunt.

"Just feels different."

You certainly caught his attention with that.

"Different, how?" he questions, trailing two fingers from his tatted arm against your soaked entrance, "You gotta talk to me."

His body's now fully on top of yours, bare skin rubbing against your chest as his free hand cages your head. Lips giving a teasing lick to your ear as he watches your writhing form.

With a sigh, your hands cover your face — your body betraying your coyness when his fingers prod at your entrance.

He knows what he's doing — shallowly pressing two fingers inside you before he's pulling them away. Bringing his lips to your face as he commands, "Tell me how it feels."

"G-good. Feels good, Katsuki" you whine, smashing your lips on his to hide the embarrassment clearly written on your face. Your voice is honeyed with want and lust, pressing yourself closer to him as his fingers curl inside you. 

He nods knowingly, nose brushing yours lazily as his fingers move faster. "Yeah? That's a good girl"

Wet squelches bounce off every wall, the sound ringing in your head as heat fills your tummy. Your hands cradle his face as you near your high, moaning into his mouth from the speed of his fingers and the steady gaze of his eyes. 

Even as you cum, his pace doesn't falter — only pulling his fingers from your sopping cunt when you push at his arm. He licks the digits hungrily, milking the droplets of your slick for its every last inch.

Palming the bulge uncomfortably tucked in his pants, he laughs, "That wrecked just from my fingers, hm?"

That earns him another eye roll.

He makes quick work of taking off his clothes and yours, his belt clanking on against your dress thrown in the corner of the room. 

Every inch of his body is a sight to behold, muscles protruding against his honeyed-skin as he fists his cock. It was as if he was sculpted by hand, every detail crafted with the utmost care. 

He's so hot.

"Do you have a condom?" he asks, digging in his drawer. His hands raise in defence when you stare at him offended, rummaging through the drawers of his nightstand as he pulls one out.

He makes slow work of the latex — painfully slow. Thick fingers fussing with the plastic as the room washes over with silence — you have half the mind to yank it from his hands.

So you do.

The shimmery packaging tossed onto his floor. 

"That's not safe sex." he taunts, although the subtle bounce of his cock against his toned chiselled torso tells a different story. 

You ignore him, opting for focusing on the reason why you "actually" went home with this man in the first place. 

"Why wear long sleeves when you've got all…" you pause, gesturing to his arm " … these" you murmur, scooting yourself towards his spot on the bed as you lie back against the bed, watching him impatiently.

You're the one being ignored this time — tattooed hand pumping itself lazily as he coats himself in his own slick.

Just like the rest of his place, his room doesn't tell you much about him, keeping the blonde man with his scarred skin and smug-attitude an untold mystery, which only makes the tattoos scattered all the more interesting.

Trailing your gaze over every inch of his room — something you probably should've done before had this man turned out to be a serial killer.

"What's that one for?" you hum, eyes catching on the litter of small explosions inked on his arm.

He stares at you, then down at himself, a silent questioning of your timing written all over his face before he follows your gaze, "That one was a stupid mistake"

You eye him suspiciously before pointing at the linear art on his pec, "And this one?"

"Even stupider."

Surprisingly, no eye roll this time.

He's over your antics now, laughing at your defeatedness as he cages you underneath his body. Dragging his tip over the slick of your cunt as distraction. 

"Is this still okay?"

You nod softly, grabbing his shoulders to pull him towards you when you feel the gentle press of his length between your thighs. 

"Enough of that quiet shit," he groans, words cut off as he presses himself in deeper, "Be loud f'me, or else I'll stop"

His threats fall on deaf ears as you whine beneath him, hips twitching against his. The words once waiting to be spoken caught in his throat as he buries himself to the hilt, hips pressed against yours as his face falls into the crook of your neck. 

You whine against his cheek, his thick cock splitting you open in the best way possible — sweat and sex blurring your senses as you adjust to his size.

There's a soft rock of his hips, then another — each thrust a testing push that buries him deeper inside your gummy walls. He groans at every sound that slips past your lips, losing himself in your hear as he drives himself further with every slow thrust.

"Still too quiet" he grunts, finishing each word with a sharp thrust, hips fastening their pace, "Louder."

Your mouth falls into a wide 'O' at the shift in speed, skin slapping in rhythmic motions as he thrusts deep inside you. 

Low, and guttural — you moan into the empty space on the left side of his neck before giving the unmarked skin a teasing nip.

Paintings rattle against their spot on the walls as he drags your hips to meet his, a chilling reminder of just how fast he was going. 

Slipping a hand down the valley of your bodies, he toys with your clit. A whine of his name is ripping from your throat as he does so - his cock reaching lengths so deep it pummels the spongy spot inside you like he's trying to learn it. 

Each thrust is more desperate than the last as he watches you underneath him. His eyes honed in on your every reaction as you cry out blissfully. 

"Feel good?" he asks as if his voice alone doesn't force your walls to clench, squeezing around him like a vice he wouldn't dare try to escape. He smirks when you nod your head, pressing his face just a little closer, "Say it."

"F-feels good, 'Suki" 

The words come out in a breathless hush as the feeling of his cock clouds your mind, thighs shaking around his waist as you desperately try to pull him closer. He grunts in response, whispering a small 'Fuck' at the new name, his body suddenly flustered as his pace falters before they're given less than a second to recover.

Warm breath fans over your lips, his nose forcefully pushing against yours with each brutal thrust. 

Flustered, and maybe a bit shy, your eyes lock on his unmarked skin, waves of lust guiding your every move. 

Mindlessly you bite, plush skin sinking into the whites of your teeth as you gnaw and lap at the his shoulder — you're sure that'll leave a mark.

He hisses through his teeth, hips stuttering their pace as he relishes in the sting before they pick up in speed once again. 

"Yeah, mark me gorgeous. Like I'm— fuck— 'm all yours, huh?"

His. His. His.

Every inch of your body taking on a new wave of confidence as your mouth moves against the spot — licking, biting, sucking on the honeyed skin as your eyes well from pleasure.

The sounds in the room are nothing short of lewd — hips colliding, muffled moans against his shoulder, shameless grunts tumbling from his bruised lips — it's all too much for either of you to take.

His resolve snaps when you squeeze around him. Hips jolting almost painfully against you as he fucks you through your high, his not far behind. 

Symphonies of groans and whines reverberate through his apartment, his last few thrusts sloppy inside your sopping walls before he's pulling out with a wet 'pop' Your juices leak down every inch of his cock, mixing with the white globs that drip from his tip. 

He's fully on top of you now, pounds of muscle stuck to your skin through the power of sweat and pure filth.

"You still with me?"

You hum softly, grabbing at his cheeks to pull him into a deep kiss. There's a softness to it, one that holds a thousand different feelings in the warm hush of your quiet afterglow.

"You should wear more short sleeve shirts" you whisper against his lips.

He chuckles, brushing away the hair that sticks to your forehead, as he smiles playfully, "Yes ma'am." 

Katsuki rolls you over with ease, your body now pressed comfortably against his chest as he holds you in his arms — the tattooed one tracing your curves lazily.

"… Kats?" you whisper, voice hoarse from its earlier exhaustion, "One more time?"

You hide your restlessness by pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, thighs spread over his as you settle on top of his chest. Your hips move slowly against his cock, the appendage still sitting painfully hard against his toned frame. 

A hearty laugh this time.

"You sure, sweets?" he asks, two thick hands making themselves comfortable on the globes of your ass, "You look pretty tired to me."

You huff, adjusting yourself to prod his weeping cock against your entrance."No, that's you." you huff, adjusting yourself to prod his weeping cock against your entrance, "Don't tap out on me, Grandpa."

Katsuki would rather die than do that, especially when the words "tap out" and "grandpa" used to describe him, are something he's more than happy to fuck right out of your head. 

. . . 

Only a few weeks later, and you're glad to call "Mr. Bakugou" your boyfriend. Spoiled in the luxury and comfort of his heart, he dotes on you in a way no man ever has.

The next time you see Katsuki, you're both clad in a lot more clothes — well, sort of. His burly frame looks almost out of place in such a small café, broad shoulders plopping into the seat across from you.

"You look good" he smiles, beckoning towards the few hickeys that have yet to fade

One more eye roll for the books.

You hum at that, swirling your drinks in the white porcelain as you bring it to your lips, hiding your smile "Short sleeves this time?" you question, swigging the drink in your mouth, "Looks good on you."

Now it was his turn to smile.

He stretches his arms under the light of the cafe, muscles tensing as he does. The tattoos now exposed in broad daylight moving across his skin as your eyes trail from his forearms to his neck—

What the fuck was that?

You reach for the collar of his shirt before you can stop yourself, tugging at the fabric to reveal the ink on the left side of his collarbone.

"Katsuki, is that my fucking name on your shoulder?"

He only stares at you blankly, an unfazed look on his face. "'Course it is." 

He smiles at your awestruck face, laughing as you thumb the skin to check if it's real.

Clearly you couldn't put the words together, and Katsuki's smirk is far too good at filling the silence.

"Your birthday. I'll put that—" he points to a spot on his forearm, thick veins pulsing under his skin "—right here." 

If it was any consolation, you still had yet to find the tattoo of your lips at the back of his neck.

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a/n: i'm too easily influenced, WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT GUYS PROMISE ME!! don't fall for blonde men and their burly builds and their disgustingly hot tattoos </3 also this is fiction, i really don't think he'd ever get tattoos save for a few small ones but we ball and idgaf -> masterlist. | comments and reblogs greatly appreciated! 💋

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[r4inerr]

girl can you pleaseeee write more katsuki as a 3rd year. anything you want really

Horny 3rd Year Katsuki

nsfw

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Katsuki who has learned absolutely nothing from previous events. He’s learned nothing about keeping his hands to himself in the presence of others, sure, you could say that he’s not as bad, but it’s still pretty bad. Apparently Kirishima along with your other friends hearing the two of you in action wasn’t enough to teach him anything. Because here you are, lounging around on the common room couch, joining your friends for a movie night, with Katsuki’s hand shoved down your pants. He’s reallyyyy taking them into consideration with the blanket draped over the two of you, seriously. 

Katsuki who’s face looks so smug. Especially after you told him you two really had to tone it down. But no, here you two are. You’re not entirely complaining though, he really knows how to use his hands; unfortunately that does make it really hard to keep your composure. About half way through the movie he’ll probably remove his hand and keep them completely to himself right before you’re able to have an orgasm just to taunt you. So really it’s not a surprise to Kirishima when he sees you literally dragging Katsuki to your dorm the second the movie ends.

Katsuki who’ll follow you into the bathroom when you go to shower. It doesn’t happen very often however due to conflicting schedules. But of course, you know what he’s doing and it’s really doing something for you two, so you purposefully leave the door unlocked, something you don’t do when he’s not around… But the look of pure satisfaction on his face when you pull back the curtain is worth it. 

Katsuki who gets so turned on at the sight of you doing literally anything. But he especially likes watching you do homework, for some reason the sight of you concentrating, playing around with the pencil in your hand, bringing it up to your lips while you’re thinking, it gets him so hard. So needless to say he’s practically suffering during classes. 

Katsuki who’ll facetime you on the nights he doesn’t sneak into your dorm. He’s not a huge fan of it but when he’s desperate for a release, he’d rather do it in person but hearing your voice is good enough for him. You don’t even have to be doing anything yourself as long as you keep talking. Don’t worry, he’ll show you everything. 

Katsuki who’s face is buried in your boobs any chance he can get. It doesn’t even have to be sexual at the time, he’s doing it for comfort. But that being said his dick will definitely harden, it’s just a matter of if he’s willing to deal with it or not. If he does choose to deal with it, you can expect him to grind into your leg for a while, slowly teasing you in the process. If he doesn’t feel like dealing with it he’ll probably just doze off, or ask you to jerk him off.

Katsuki

[r4inerr]

can you do more about katsuki x his gf while they're both 3rd years?

Horny 3rd Year Katsuki

nsfw

part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Katsuki who sneaks into your dorm every night after patrol. He knows exactly when the teachers do dorm sweeps, but honestly they’ve really started to give up lately. Horny teenagers are gonna do as they please. He ends up cuddled next to you all night, hopefully you’d convinced him to shower, otherwise he’s just covering your bedsheets in sweat. Although the two of you usually end up doing that regardless….

Katsuki who loves spending the weekend in the dorms. Because that usually means he’s spending it in you! Thankfully most students go home or out for a couple of hours, which gives you guys time to not have to care too much about the noise level, or the bed hitting the wall. You two aren’t forced to find a position that doesn’t rock the bed, you’re able to move as freely and aggressively as you please.

Katsuki who lounges around in your room in just his boxers. He makes sure the door is locked. Not that anyone walking in would see anything they haven’t before… If the weather is a bit cooler he’ll wear sweats with nothing underneath. He likes teasing you, he knows how much you like to stare at his dick, plus it gives you easier access to shove your hands down there. 

Katsuki who’ll invite you into his dorm under the guise of doing homework. Both of you are very aware how it’ll end, and you’re more than prepared for it. He’ll have you face down ass up in his bed. With your face stuffed in the pillow, instead of some dirty talk he’s teasing you about whatever you were supposed to be studying, asking you questions while stalling just to watch you squirm and trying to wiggle back into him. 

Katsuki who knows it's not safe, but he just loves going raw. The two of you are young and he really doesn’t see himself being with anyone else so why the hell not. The first time it happened was because the two of you ran out of condoms, but the two of you were just way too horny to care. The second time it happened was because it just felt so good the first time. And it was fine.. Until he stopped pulling out… which awoke something in both of you. Birth control exists.. 

Katsuki who spends his nights alone fantasising about your future. The place the two of you will move into together after school. Life as pros.. What it would be to defile every surface of that house together. The furniture you’d decorate with, what you’d look like naked and bent over said furniture. But what he’s most excited for is not having to sneak around, not that the two of you were hiding anything, everyone kinda already knew you two were insatiable; but the idea of being able to fuck whereever, whenever and not having to censor yourselves, that really turned him on. 

Katsuki

[xaythefreak]

I feel like Dabi has great potential to be a pathetic boyloser when you consider his actual personality when he's not putting up his nonchalant persona

he's obsessive, dramatic, and attention seeking. He would YEARN for your attention and validation like it's a fine drung because it quite literally is to him. if he is derived of your attention for too long he'd probably go into withdrawals

also this man is touched starved BEYOND belief, like you would be surprised how much he tries to cling to you when you two are together. he doesn't even care if other people are around it's like he just NEEDS to have skin on skin contact with you

this man is a whole generations worth of bottled up suppression and need for validation and it's practically begging to be cracked open

[comegetstonedwme]

this is exactly what i’ve been saying oml yes preach

[comegetstonedwme]

hungry boy 18+

you told katsuki you were a virgin much before your relationship started, and thankfully katsuki was actually pretty nervous about that shit anyways, mostly cause he was a little bitch deep down but also because he was terrified of hurting or scaring you off. sooo, you had time to get comfortable around him before you had to start worrying about sex. it didn’t worry katsuki either, not at the start of your relationship atleast. but when the time started to get around three months of dating, he was losing control. the more inlove and consumed he became .. the more harder trying to control the urges he promised he buried down became.

it became so bad nearly everything you did made him hard. you had this natural purity about you, the idea of corrupting and taking your virginity .. being the first to bury himself inside of you. it fucking ruined him.

the kitchen glowed with a soft warmth, sunlight spilling through the windows while the stove filled the room with gentle heat. beside you, katsuki moved around the counter with rolled sleeves and flour-dusted hands, making the whole space feel warmer than it had any right to.

you wanted to help him make dinner, obviously your help consisted of you standing there watching him stir the sauce. “yknow your a great help.” he muttered dryly, sarcasm coating his words as his eyes flicked to you. “you literally won’t even let me help.” his response was an eye roll but the corner of his lips quirked into a smile. mindlessly, he dipped two of his thick fingers into the sauce the consistency thick against his digits. “oo— i wanna try!” you stated, he stood back expecting you to do anything other then grab his hand and wrap your mouth around his fingers, your tongue flattened beneath his fingers gently sucking on the seasoning.

you’d think for katsuki he’d have some cocky reaction, but he just froze. unable to process the blooming feeling in his stomach. he didn’t feel like he was in control of the situation, blush coated his cheeks much more obvious then he’d like to admit, internally he swore he could feel all the blood rush to his cock as the hardening length strained against the fabric of his boxers.

his eyebrows were slightly pulled inwards as a little sound left his throat but the second your eyes met the weakened red ones looking at you, his composure pulled back. you had to manually pull his fingers from your mouth with your hand

watching in real time as his head almost dropped. “i-i uh gotta go to the bathroom. jus- stay here.” he muttered all the usual dry strain in his voice had melted down into a clearer sorta more aware vocality.

you hummed as he walked off, slowly smiling to yourself because it was just so easy to get to katsuki and you knew the second you let him on you he’d be fucking you senseless, you’ve always wondered how long can katsuki bakugo really hold out for?

don’t kill me cause it isn’t jaw droppingly freaky

@xoxocelestial @toastedbunsies @cheezbot @chososwife6969 @cloudyfluxcavern @daan-go @cinnamorollscloud @rednicotine @yttiirl @comegetstonedwme

[bfbkg]

going to the pharmacy with bakugou and the aim is just to grab two boxes of xl condoms but the five minute trip turns into twenty when he slaps the boxes on the counter but then you put down a new blush you wanna try, two lip balms, your multivitamins and a bag of chocolate for the car.

pointing to one of the lip balms, “ones for you so we can match.”

and he just laughs a huff out his nose.

when all the items get scanned through he nudges you and you pull out your phone to show your membership card so you can collect points. “i’m saving up my points for a new hairdryer.”

“how many do you need?” he hums, pulling out his wallet and licks his thumb to count his cash.

“about ten thousand.”

“how many do you have?”

“three hundred.”

he glances over at you, a raised eyebrow and cocked jaw. you can read him clearly, he thinks you’re being a little… optimistic. he hands three clean bank notes over to the cashier.

“thanks man.” he says to the cashier who looks at him with starry eyes. a dynamight fan you can only assume.

then to you, “i’ll just buy it for you. that’ll take you ages.”

he lets you take the bag of chocolate so you can nibble on some on the way and he grabs the two boxes of condoms, your blush, your multivitamins and the two lip balms in one hand.

“i just keep using them but i’m going to try. imagine a free hairdryer.”

takes your hand with his other hand and pulls you under his arm.

“it’s also free if i buy it for you. use your points for the condoms next time.”

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

pining!childhood friend katsuki doesn't call you by your name. and it's not even just bc he does the same with everyone else where it's like a name related to your quirk. that's half of the explanation anyways, but the real reason is because when he was a kid he used to write your first name with his last name or vice versa constantly in a note book to see what it'd sound like and you caught him one time and he got so spooked he blew up the page. so now he cant even think about your name without getting embarrassed

[liaaloops]

frat boy!bakugou with a quiet girlfriend

He is her human shield at parties. The house is always chaotic and too loud, but if she’s there, he stands right in front of her so she doesn't get bumped into. If some drunk guy gets too close or starts yelling, Bakugou doesn't even make a scene—he just steps into their line of sight and stares them down until they back off.

Their silence together actually feels comfortable. When he’s around his frat brothers, he’s always tense. But with her, he just deflates. He’ll lie on his mattress on the floor with his head in her lap while she reads, totally relaxed, with just the sound of his fan running in the background.

He shows he cares by doing stuff, not saying it. He knows the house can get overwhelming for her, so he bought her a really nice pair of noise-canceling headphones. He didn't make a big deal out of it either; he just dropped the box on her lap and told her to use them whenever the guys upstairs were being too loud.

It’s the easiest relationship because she doesn’t ask him to explain his bad moods, and he doesn’t force her to talk when she wants to be quiet. They can just sit in the same room for hours without saying a word.

His idea of a date is just getting away from campus. They don't go to the busy college bars or mixers. He’ll drive her out to a quiet spot by an old quarry twenty minutes away. They’ll just sit on the hood of his truck while the sun goes down—he’ll have a smoke, she’ll draw or look at her phone, and it's just totally chill.

The guys in the house treat her like she's untouchable. They’re honestly terrified of annoying her because they know Bakugou is the house treasurer and can make their lives miserable. If she mentions passingly that she likes a certain snack, Kirishima or Kaminari will literally buy it for her the next day just to stay on Bakugou's good side.

He has a specific way of keeping her close. When they’re walking through a crowded part of campus, he doesn’t do the whole cheesy hand-holding thing. Instead, he just hooks his thumb into her belt loop or the strap of her tote bag, guiding her through the crowd so she doesn't get separated from him.

[sadisticslut666]

Choso’s boner from Hell

Choso should've never taken vitamins from Gojo.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, face buried in his hands. His pale skin is flushed a deep, humiliated red all the way to the tips of his ears, and his breathing is ragged.

“Choso?” you say softly, closing the door behind you. He looks up, and the sight nearly knocks the air out of you. His eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide with desperate need. Sweat beads on his forehead, and his lips are parted as he pants. Below the waistband of his loose pants, the massive, throbbing outline of his cock is impossible to ignore—straining so hard.

“Satoru…that idiot,” he groans, voice hoarse. “He said one or two a-and I…I took the whole bottle. I can’t control it. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.” He looks up at you with glassy, half-lidded eyes, pupils blown wide. “…Help,” he rasps, voice completely hoarse.

You bite your lip to keep from laughing, but the smirk slips out anyway as you walk over and stop right in front of him. “Why the fuck would you trust Satoru? Of all people? And you just…downed the whole bottle like a complete dumbass?”

He tries to glare at you but it comes out more like a pathetic, needy pout. “He said they were just vitamins…for energy…”

You laugh softly and cup his burning cheek, thumb brushing over his flushed skin. “Energy, huh? Looks like you got plenty now.” Your other hand slides down his chest, stopping just above the massive bulge straining against his pants.

Choso grabs your hips and tries to pull you on top of him, but you resist just enough to keep control. “Nuh-uh. Baby you got urself into this, not sure how you want me to help you get out of it...”

“You’re evil,” he growls, “I’m dying here and you’re—fuck—teasing me.”

You finally strip your clothes off and straddle him, rubbing his swollen tip against your slick entrance. “Mhm, well no one told you to tell pop pills from a six eyed jackass. Sounds like the consequences of your own actions, baby.”

Choso’s hands dig into your thighs, fingers trembling. “Stop talking and ride me already. I need it—I need to feel you so fucking bad.”

You keep teasing, sliding his cock between your folds without letting him in before lining him up and sink down just the tip, letting the fat head stretch you open before stopping again. Choso’s mouth falls open in a silent moan, his abs flexing hard. “More,” he rasps, trying to thrust up. “Give me more. Please.”

You sink down another inch, then stop. “Mmm, you’re so thick right now. That whole bottle really did a number on you, huh? Poor Cho…”He whines in frustration as he grips your hips, snapping his hips forward and buries the rest of his massive length inside you in one brutal thrust.

You laugh breathlessly between moans, legs wrapping around his waist. “Still can’t believe you took the whole fucking bottle, you moron—fuck, right there—”

Choso’s face is buried in your neck, flushed dark red as he whines, “Shut-t the fuck up, ngh—so tight,” he groans against you.

You grin and tug his hair, forcing him to look at you. “Big words for a guy who can’t even follow ‘take one or two.’ How does it feel knowing your cock is this stupidly hard because you’re a gullible idiot?”

His eyes flash with a mix of embarrassment and lust. He pulls out almost completely, then slams back in with a wet slap, making the bed creak. “Feels like I’m gonna lose my mind if I don’t cum inside you again,” he admits, voice cracking. “This is your fault for teasing me. So keep running your mouth if you want…just don’t stop letting me fuck you.”

“My fault?” You gasp as he hits that spot inside you perfectly. “You’re the one who— ah—took the whole fucking bottle, dumbass.”

He laughs breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan as he grinds deeper. “Keep calling me dumb and I’m gonna cum faster.” You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. “Then be a good boy and fill me up. Since you’re so stupidly hard anyway.”

Choso slams into you a few more times before burying himself deep and cumming hard. Thick, hot spurts flood your insides as his whole body shudders. But even as he rides out the orgasm, his cock stays rock-hard. Choso buries his face in your chest, whimpering. “I…I think I’m gonna need you all night.”

You kiss his sweaty forehead, rolling your hips again, “Mhm,” you hum, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a messy kiss. “Cum inside me as many times as you need, dumbass. I’ll keep taking it until your stupidly hard cock finally calms down.”

a/n: IM SO HORNY IT HURTS

[sadisticslut666]

Toji eats your pussy while he’s on the phone

cw: explicit smut, toji eats you out on the phone w/ shiu.

Toji’s got you spread out on the living room couch, one leg hooked over the backrest, the other pushed up and out by the iron grip of his forearm. Your shorts and panties are long gone—crumpled somewhere on the floor—and his broad shoulders keep you pinned open.

His phone buzzed on the coffee table. He didn’t even pause—just reached over with one lazy hand, thumbed it to speaker, and answered without lifting his head. “Yeah?” Voice rough, muffled against your pussy.

Shiu’s voice crackled through the speaker. “Yo, you busy? Got a job lead, need to talk details. You free to call?”

Toji dragged his tongue up slow circling your clit with the tip before sucking it into his mouth hard enough to make your back arch off the couch. You slapped a hand over your own mouth to muffle the whimper.

He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with you, breath hot against your throbbing cunt. “Yeah,” he drawled casually, “I’m free. Just eatin’. What’s up?”

Shiu snorted on the other end. “Eatin’? This late? You order takeout or somethin’?” Toji’s tongue flicked out again lapping at your entrance before plunging inside, fucking you with slow, deep strokes. Your thighs trembled around his head, pussy soaking his face. “Somethin’ like that,” Toji muttered, voice thick, lips brushing your clit with every word. “Tastes perfect. Real fuckin’ good.”

You whined and despite your best efforts the sound carried. Shiu paused. “…You good, man? Sounds like you’re multitasking.”

Toji laughed as he sucked your clit again, hard, popping off with a wet sound that was obscene even over the phone. “Yeah,” he rasped, dragging his tongue flat up your slit one more time, slow enough to make your eyes roll back. “Just… enjoying my meal. Keep talkin’.”

Shiu sighed, clearly suspicious but too used to Toji’s bullshit to push. “Alright, whatever. So the job’s in Shibuya—client wants it quiet, double the pay if we wrap by Friday—”

Toji hummed like he was listening, but his mouth never stopped. One thick finger slid inside you—then two making your thighs squeeze around him harder. You were dripping down his chin, soaking the collar of his shirt. He didn’t care. Just kept eating like your pussy was the only thing on his mind while Shiu droned on about payout and timelines. “—you in or what?” Shiu finished.

Toji pulled back just long enough to answer, lips swollen, “Mhm,” he finally grunts into the phone, voice lazy. “Double’s good. Send me the location.”

He dives back in without missing a beat—tongue fucking into you deep while his thumb circles your clit in tight, relentless little strokes. Shiu keeps talking logistics—times, entry points, cleanup—none the wiser. Toji responds in short, gruff sentences, each one punctuated by another long lick or a slow suck that makes your hips buck against his face.

Then Shiu pauses. “Yo… what the hell are you eating over there? Sounds like it tastes fuckin’ good. You got some gourmet shit or what?”

Toji laughs against your pussy, “Yeah. Real fuckin’ good. Best meal I’ve had in a while.” You’re mortified and soaked and you feel like you about to fucking cum with Shiu on the phone. Shiu laughs. “Man, save some for me next time. Sounds like you’re enjoying the hell outta that.” He laughs slurping louder, “Nah, I ain’t sharing’.”

Toji’s thumb presses harder on your clit—once, twice—and you can’t hold it back anymore. A muffled moan slips past your fingers. Toji’s grip on your hip tightens in warning, but he doesn’t stop. If anything, he gets meaner—tongue plunging deeper, lips sealing around your clit and sucking hard. “Gotta go,” he mutters into the phone, voice rough. “Food’s gettin’ cold.”

He hangs up before Shiu can say another word, tossing the phone onto the couch like it’s nothing. Then both hands are on you—gripping your ass, spreading you wider, burying his face so deep you feel his nose pressed against you.

Tongue and fingers work in tandem—curling inside you while his mouth devours your clit. You come hard, screaming his name, thighs clamping around his head as you shake and gush against his tongue.

Toji doesn’t let up even after you come, thighs clamped around his ears and your whole body twitching. He cleans up every drop, long, dragging licks from your oversensitive entrance back up to your swollen bud. You can barely form words. Your hand’s still clamped over your mouth even though the call’s long dead, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat.

He crawls up your body, caging you in, lips brushing yours so you could taste yourself on him. “Shiu’s right,” he murmurs, “You do taste fuckin’ good.”

a/n: bro I’m actually becoming too obsessed w toji

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki n longing looks,,,,im telling yall the man is fuckin optimus prime yearner i promise you on everything. he will literally sit there staring at you longingly for minutes on end as long as he doesn't get caught(and he gets pissed when he gets interrupted. mind you) a whole fuckin romance movie ost is playing in his head rn and he will not even fix his mouth to tell you how he feels about you ever. even WORSE if he knew you in childhood n yall still aint together somehow there was absolutely a time in his life where he tried to DENY IT. point in laugh in his face yall

he'll sit there and look at you with the softest look imaginable will talk to you soft so sweet so unlike when he's barking at everyone else his voice is genuinely soothing and its only with you but oh noooo how dare you imagine he has a crush on you you loser. meanwhile he's fuckin observing your every move and writing poems in his head

[cathnospam]

Bakugo’s incredibly sweet girlfriend screws him senseless.

She is just the cutest , charming, and kind little thing he’s ever met. But…Bakugo soon found out she has an internal switch.

“Ooohhooo my—-ffffff—-Y/N wait wait baby—!”

“‘M sorry I—please you feel so good!”

She has a tendency to overstimulate them both when she is on top.

Did I also mention she on top a lot?

She’s smaller than him, happier than him, nicer than him, and apparently more….tenacious to say the least than him when it comes to sex.

The springs of the bed were at its wits end, the slaps of her wet skin against his echoed the hallway as she bounced up and down. Bakugo throw his head back onto the damp pillow, his nape latching onto his hickied neck , and his mouth a gape he feels another orgasm being drawn out of him. So much so his palms began to spark a little.

He apologizes—half way only because he’s mostly a babbling mess, but he looked so sexy. His chest was sweaty and red, though he was begging her to slow down he nips at his bottom lip with a smirk when she just grinds her hips harder against him. He’s definitely ganna get her back for this.

“S’good! Katsuki you’re—you’re so big! You’re so—mmm!”

She’s a mess too, but she can’t stop even if she’s sore between her thighs, even if her clit is swollen, even if her breast are tender. She needs one more.

Bakugo’s sweet girlfriend gets dick drunk so easily and he doesn’t complain, he just prepares himself.

“C’mere—“ The last bit of energy he uses to hold himself up he grabs her by the back of her hair and grips it to kiss her , “C’mon cum with me then, you can do it common—just like that.”

He swallows every moan, her body finally relaxing into his grip to let him take over from below and finish the rest of the job . His warm, slippery hands grab the bottom of her butt to grip and hold her still to thrust up into her. With every worn cry of his name he felt his dick twitch inside her.

Nobody would ever believe a girl as prim, proper, and quiet as her would ever be as loud and raunchy as she is right now.

The orgams crashes over them both, this one being a mess with him squirting inside her and her wanting to do the same so she begins to rub her clit between them both.

“Damn it…. you’re so hot.” Bakugo leans back to watch her quick little fingers rub fast curled to cum on him.

The wet mess drenched the small gap between them, finally slowing down he holds her close, She bites gently at his neck to leave another bruise, to then lick all the way up to his mouth. Moaning softly as the shivers his twitching tip is still leaving inside her.

Bakugo’s sweet girlfriend was insatiable. Her eyes were on him with a transition to lust to now full love once she regained her mind back, though they both were still a little sexed out she peppered him in sweet kisses. Just like she do before he leaves for work everyday.

“Thank you…I’m sorry..” She repeats on his lips between pecks, all he could do was chuckle weakly, it’s routine that she always do after cumming. Bakugo’s girlfriend can be so clingy.

When he lays her on her back her arms reach out to him, asking with her body to hold him, Bakugo kisses her tummy, eyes locked and dark gliding down between her hot sticky thighs,

“Lemme clean you up…” He takes a long stripe to her slit, his cum falling in his tongue, she bites her lip and hums happily while arching her back, “You can fall asleep I got you.”

Bakugo wouldn’t have it any other way though. He loves it there.

[reignpage]

Crazy gf!reader changing bio to ‘single’ after Boyfriend!Sukuna doesn’t reply to a text immediately

The door slams open. 

“What the fuck is your problem? I didn’t respond for one fucking hour, and suddenly we’re done?” he asks, irritated beyond hell. He drops his heavy duffel bag on the floor and comes to sit behind you on the sofa. You’re lying on your stomach on the carpet, painting your nails. You don’t reply. He rolls his eyes and nudges your thigh with his foot. “Don’t ignore me, you stupid, pain in my ass. Put ‘Sukuna’s girl’ back in your bio. Now.”

Innocently, you turn to look at him. A challenging brow is cocked up. “Or what?”

Sukuna’s eye twitches. 

“Look, idiot, I would have texted back if I had my phone on me. You know I didn’t. I’ve got nothing to apologise for, so if that’s what you’re waiting for, you’ve got another thing coming. Now delete it, or I might start thinking we really are broken up, in which case I won’t be held accountable for the things I do.”

An eerie silence takes over. You put the nail polish down and sit up. Quietly, you mumble, “...so you hate me.” 

With a blank stare, he watches you wrap your hands around your neck and squeeze hard. Gurgling sounds escape into the air as you writhe on the floor, moving like a drying-out fish. Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose. “Quit it. I’m serious. You look constipated.”

“Shut…up,” you wheeze out. “I’m -hah- dy…ing.”

Impatiently, he pulls your hands away by the wrists, like you’re a misbehaving toddler who’s just picked up dog shit. “Enough.”

Realising the act isn’t working, you pause for a second, and he knows from that look in your eyes that you’re calculating your next step. Maybe you’ll try to make a run for the window again, or you’ll tackle him with your claws out, or maybe you’ll smash the TV up and pin it on him. It’s impossible to predict your next moves, even after how many years he’s been with you. 

Naturally, you do none of the things he anticipated, and you simply resume strangling yourself. 

Sukuna groans. “Fuck my fucking life. Was I a dictator in my past life or something? Christ.” Whilst you shamelessly discard any dignity you have, Sukuna picks up your phone and gets into your socials with ease. He changes your bio back, and replies with his own dick pics to the assholes who sent their micros, and calls it a day. “I’m hungry,” he suddenly says. “Wanna go to a drive-thru?”

As though nothing happened at all, you stop choking yourself out and shrug. “Yeah, actually. ‘was waiting for you to suggest it so I don’t look like a big back.”

A corner of his lips curve up. “I think that moment’s passed, sweetheart.”

“Ugh, I’d rather you call me a whore,” you reply, nose scrunched up. 

Sukuna snorts. “Yeah, bet you do.”

is this even coherent? I think I'm out of practice