The casual musings of a nerd princess

Little bit of everything fandom wise. main. 36. Proship/Profic minors and antis dni

[sharkgirldick]

So what makes a butcher knife more butch than other knives?

[nature-nerd-sarah]

The knife itself isn't necessarily butch. It's named that because it's wielded by a butcher, who is more butch than the other food shop owners

[sharkgirldick]

Hmm, I see.

What, then, makes the butcher more butch than other food shop owners?

[dragongirlbunny]

the knife

[chibi-tokki]

pushing katsuki away after you cum despite wanting nothing more than to have him smother you with his insane body but you’re too hot to have this million degree skin touching you. it’s the middle of summer, your body temp already running way to high for your comfort and now youre hot and sweaty and sticky and your heart is jumping out of your chest and you cant handle the heat rippling from him.

“kats…you…” you pushing him away, swatting at his massive shoulders but it does nothing. “away. too hot.”

you’re not making sense but it’s because your head is still spinning and blood is rushing in your ears.

“why are you pushing me-hey!”

“too hot. i’m- suki move.” with two hands you shove weakly against his chest and despite not having the strength to move him, he follows your shove and rolls onto his back beside you. “too hot. i feel hot.”

nonsense spills from you mouth as you breath deeply, gulping down cold fresh air (it’s hot air but it’s not straight from the lungs of your boyfriend air and that’s exactly what your body needs) vision that had been darkening begins to clear, your head swirling less dramatically.

the mattress shifts beneath you and the next thing you feel is a cold towel pressed against your cheeks. the relief is instantaneous, a sigh punching from your lungs as you feel another cold rag on your bare chest. soaking cotton is dragged over your stomach, down your thighs and over your calves before it is brought back up to your chest.

“better?” katsuki mumbles from beside you, his large hands wiping your searing skin cool with each pass of the towel.

your response is a pleased hum, lazy smile blooming.

your boyfriend continues to swipe cold lines over your heated skin, cleaning up the mess between you thighs in the process.

“need water?”

“mm-hmm.”

“snack?”

“mm-mm”

a water bottle is pressed to your lips. “drink.”

your eyes flutter open to see katsuki above you, red eyes half lidded in contentment. lips wrap around the straw, sucking down ice cold water to soothe the inner fire racing through your veins. he waits until youre done then takes a drink after you.

“almost made me pass out.” you mumble, fingers reaching out to trace random patterns across his muscled thigh.

“from heat or sex?”

“sex.” you dig your fingers into scarred flesh. “then heat but that was cause of the great sex.”

a/n: idk how to end this. the writers block is so real rn

[katsukiib]

𑣲 you always admired katsuki's strength. especially when he used his strength on you in all the right ways. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡

he took every chance to carry you, lifting you effortlessly from the car to the front door when your feet were tired.

and when you were both too eager to wait, unable to even reach the bedroom—he held you up easily, hands gripping your ass while he buried himself inside you, legs locked tightly around his waist.

otherwise, he’d simply toss you over his shoulder and take you to bed.

he changed positions with ease, shifting your body effortlessly. he’d pin your hands above your head or push your legs back to hit the perfect angle.

hands held behind your back when fucking you from behind, pinning you to the mattress with a hand on your back—completely ruining you.

using his strength on you was never to hurt you, only to care for you deeper.

© katsukiib ʚ♡ɞ do not steal, edit, or copy my work! ♡ — MASTERLIST! ♡♡

[cinna-creme]

a/n: i think i miss my wife - back to kiri and bkgsqd slop soon !

“lemme suck on it.” you whine, pawing at katsuki’s sweats.

“oh my god.” he side eyes you and scoots to the other end of the couch.

“c’mon pretty.” you purr.

“you sound like a creep.” his blush rises up his neck.

“so it’s a crime to think my boyfriend is hot?” you crawl into his lap. “and pretty.” you bury your fingers in his hair. “and ridiculously cute when he’s blushing.”

“you-” he groans when you roll your hips. “you asked to suck on it.” his pupils blown wide.

“mhm.” you lean down and press your lips to his neck.

you grind your hips against lap, feeling his cock start to harden beneath you with your slow movements. his phone is forgotten and his hands find your waist while you hump against him. you tug his hair and tilt his neck back, smirking at the groan that leaves his lips.

“does my pretty boy want a kiss?” you whisper, lips brushing against his softly.

“yes.” he squeezes your hips.

you press your lips to his and roll your hips, tugging softly at his hair as he groans into your mouth. you pull back and he slowly blinks up at you, lips a little more swollen. he leans up for another but you sit back, grinding against him a little harder.

“ask.” you look down at him.

“another kiss.” he’s breathless already.

“good boy.” his hips jerk up into yours. “ohhh i know, baby.”

your lips fall to his and you quicken your movements, knowing it won’t take much when he’s already so reactive. he gasps when your tongue slides agaisnt his, caressing and guiding while he melts below you. he’s moaning into your mouth, hips canting up on their own accord as the pleasure rises in his lower abdomen.

“fuck your gonna make me cum.” he tosses his head back and you press your lips to his throat.

“want you to cum for me.” you nod, grazing your teeth against his hot skin. “then we’ll take a shower.”

“what-hic! what about you?” his hands on your hips clamp down and move you faster.

“want you to cum for me katsuki.” you whisper. “be a good boy and cum.” you smile feel the full body tremor and then the way his thighs stiffen as he fills his pants. “that’s good, baby.” you place one last kiss on his neck and get up to lead him to the shower.

[miss-todobaku]

Part 1: Riding a dildo in front of Katsuki….

The heavy leather cuffs were securely fastened to the iron headboard, completely locking Katsuki’s thick, scarred wrists in place. He violently tugged against the restraints, the muscles in his broad shoulders and vascular forearms flexing brutally as he tried to find even an inch of slack. The metal chains rattled against the frame, a sharp contrast to his ragged, heavy breathing.

"You're fucking pushing your luck," he growled, his crimson eyes burning with a dangerous mix of fury and unadulterated heat. His face was flushed dark, his jaw clenched so tight the muscles ticked. "Undo this shit right now, or I swear to god I'm gonna wreck you the second I get loose."

You didn't answer. Instead, you knelt at the foot of the bed, slowly crawling up the mattress until you were hovering just out of his reach. Down below his waistband, his thick, massive erection was already straining violently against the fabric of his dark sweatpants, a heavy wet patch soaking through the front from how turned on he was by the sheer helplessness of the situation.

You didn't reach for his zipper. Instead, you reached over to the nightstand and picked up the heavy, realistic silicone dildo, letting him watch as you coated the slick length in lubricant.

Katsuki’s breath hitched instantly. His eyes went completely wide, the pupils blowing out so dark they almost swallowed the crimson. He stopped fighting the cuffs entirely, his body locking up as he realized exactly what you were planning to do.

"The fuck is that?" he rasped, his voice dropping into a ruined, gravelly octave. His hips gave a desperate, involuntary jerk against the mattress. "No. No way. You are not using that trash when I'm right fucking here. Drop it and get on my lap."

Ignoring his commanding tone, you positioned the toy securely onto the mattress right in his direct line of sight. You slowly slid your underwear down your legs, tossing them onto the floor, exposing your dripping wet center to him.

You straddled the toy, hovering right over the thick head. Keeping your eyes locked entirely onto his, you slowly, deliberately lowered your hips, letting the silicone stretch you wide as you took the entire length inside you in one deep, unhurried stroke.

A high, breathless gasp left your lips, and the sound completely broke him.

"Fuck!" Katsuki roared, throwing his entire weight forward. The headboard groaned under his strength as he violently thrashed against the restraints, desperate to grab your waist, to pull you off the toy, to drive himself inside you instead. "Look at you... you're so fucking tight around it. You're taking it all while looking right at me?!"

You began to ride it, your hips moving in a slow, torturous rhythm. Every time you sank all the way down, you let out a soft whine, your chest heaving as your slick heat coated the toy.

Katsuki was losing his absolute mind. He couldn't look away. His chest was rising and falling in frantic, shallow gasps, his vision entirely consumed by the sight of your flushed skin, your bouncing chest, and the way your wet center clung to the silicone. He was throbbing so hard it was physically painful, his own dripping pre-cum soaking entirely through his sweatpants.

"You're doing this on purpose," he choked out, his head slamming back against the pillow as a heavy shudder ran through his entire frame. "You're fucking torturing me. Keep riding it. Move faster. Let me watch you cream all over it, you beautiful, sadistic bastard."

Katsuki fisting you (nsfw, 18+)

[secret-sketchbook]

Patreon Request Sketch: Vegebul Injury - from May. Thank you for the request and support! June’s Calendar page will be posted tomorrow!

[alexanderwales]

It's absolutely crazy that intellectual labor can wipe you out. It seems like it shouldn't be a thing, like your stores of brain juice shouldn't be able to be depleted in that way.

I feel like a wizard that's out of spell slots, and to me that's a hackish mechanical limitation put in place to try to balance the classes.

[adoringmha]

katsuki's biggest fear in the beginning was his quirk going off while you were having sex / mdni

when you first started dating and getting intimate with katsuki, he wouldn't keep his hands on you for too long. he'd often dig his hands into the sheets, gripping them for dear life.

his worst fear was for when things got hot and heavy, and you both got sweaty, to hear a crackle and see a spark while he touched you.

you didn't really notice it at first, but when it became a pattern of fleeting hands and temporary touches, it stuck out to you. it didn't take long for you to figure out the reason.

you were riding him, bouncing slowly, pressing your weight onto your knees while you took a break from your previous pace. katsuki looked heavenly underneath you, lips parted in awe and pleasure, his neck and chest glistening, cheeks slightly flushed. but his arms were spread out, palms face down, hands gripping the sheets.

after a moment, you made a decision, reaching down to grab his hands. you placed them on your cheeks and he looked at you with wide eyes, ready to pull away.

you leaned forward, "you're not going to hurt me" your voice was so sweet, and the way you looked into his eyes was so trusting, he couldn't help but crumble.

his head fell back, mouth open as he let out something between a groan and a whimper. his hands fell down to your waist and held on tight as he started to buck into you.

he tilted his head to look where you were connected, glancing up to where his hands were holding you, and groaned, fucking into you faster at the sight. "f-fuck."

you whined, cursing yourself as you matched his pace, making him hit deep, hands holding his down on your waist. "you'd never hurt me, katsuki."

he felt hot all over, his eyes rolled back, hips still bucking mindlessly chasing the both of your highs, fingertips digging into you "shit, baby–"

you were so soft, so vulnerable underneath his hands, the thought was making him spiral.

and when you felt that bubble burst, your legs trembling as you pulsed and clenched around him, he couldn't hold it for much longer. his voice broke as he moaned, practically breathless as he came inside you, the hardest he ever had.

©adoringmha 2026

[satochhi]

you were way too drunk, you realized it too late as you stumbled into somebody at some random house party. they caught you by the waist before you could fall. your vision was hazy, your eyes were glassy, but even through your bottle-induced haze, you saw those piercing red eyes staring back at you.

“...you’re pretty.” you muttered stupidly, allowing this familiar stranger to help you slump onto the couch. you couldn’t tell if they were drunk too, or if your compliment had gotten to them, but his face had an undeniable blush spread across it.. “..thanks. you’re drunk.” his voice was gruff, yet soothing. you would hear it all day. you wanted to.

“oh really? i couldn’t tell.”

he let out a scoff at that, seemingly annoyed with you. but he didn't move from his position next to you.

“.. he does this a lot too.” there was a pause after you said that, as if the stranger was contemplating on whether or not to ask further. he brushed a hand through his unruly blonde hair, “who’s he?”

“my ex. he acted juuust like you.” you booped his nose as if for emphasis. “he’d act all tough, but he didn’t leave me. well, i guess he did leave, but that's besides the point.”

you didn’t see anyone next to you for a brief moment, making you think you hallucinated the whole thing, before a bottle of water was abruptly shoved in your face. “drink.”

he slid next to you again like it was natural, his hand moved to go around you by instinct, before he retracted it, you grabbed onto his arm. “..please.”

as if on cue he cradled you to his chest, taking the opportunity to press his head against the top of yours. “you feel like him too.” you mumbled, “sweaty hands and everything.”

he didn’t laugh, but you felt his smile against your head.

it was comforting, the best you’d felt in the months following your break up. you felt the drowsiness overcoming you, prompting you to move your head closer to his chest and lay against his heart. it felt like the same heart that served as your lullaby for years.

“..i hope he misses me.” your eyes were closed, that familiar feeling of comfort and space welcoming you, though the last words that echo through your mind and fuel your dreams sound just like katsuki’s.

“i know he does.”

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[mezimraky]

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[smooththegoofyshark]

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[evilkitten3]

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[gyarujo]

꒰ 爆豪勝己 ꒱ › katsuki hates being loud in bed. mdni. pro hero! bakugo x fem! reader. unprotected piv

for someone who’s so loud and cocky, katsuki is surprisingly quiet in bed. because he hates the sounds he makes, finds his own whimpers and groans pathetic and weak. he hates the way his control dissolves, the way his body betrays him with hitched breaths and feeble groans. every time a whimper ‘threatens’ to spill from his lips, he’s gulping it down, jaw clenched so tight it aches.

he kisses you like he’s trying to swallow the moans building in his own chest. his tongue sweeps into your mouth, not just to taste you, but to make sure you’re so full of him that no sound can escape.

“kats breathe,” you gasp when he finally lets you up for air.

“shut up,” he snarls, but there’s no heat beneath his words.

when you finally sink down onto him, taking him in inch by excruciating inch, his whole body goes rigid. a sharp hiss falls through his gritted teeth, and he immediately buries his face in the crook of your neck, as if in shame. you can feel the vibration of his groan against your throat, a guttural sound he tries so, so hard to kill.

“fuck,” he breathes, a mere puff of air against your glistening skin. his hips remain still, even as his cock throbs inside you

when you start to ride him, his hands fly from your hips to your ass, then to your shoulders, anywhere he can get purchase, as if he’s physically trying to hold himself together. his breathing becomes harsh and uneven. you can hear the struggle in every inhale. his crimson eyes are squeezed shut, his brow furrowed in concentration that has everything to do with not falling apart.

you love watching him like this. you love being the one to unravel him. you pick up the pace, rolling your hips in that way you know drives him wild, and you feel the tremor that starts in his thighs, the way his calloused fingers dig bruises into your perfect skin.

a sound that’s half-gasp, half-whimper, bubbles up, and katsuki immediately clamps his mouth down on your shoulder — using your body to silence his own.

he’s drunk on the copper leaking from your broken skin. he presses soothing kisses to your shoulder and it makes you clench even harder around him. that’s what finally makes him break. a moan tears from his throat, muffled by your flesh but unmistakable. a vulnerable sound that’s completely at odds with the explosive hero he is by day. it’s sound of him stripped of all his defenses

and he hates it. you can feel the way he freezes for a moment, horrified by his own lack of control. “don’t—”

“don’t what ? don’t stop ?” you tease, rolling your hips again.

“stop fuckin’ lookin’ at me like that,” he’ll grumble, turning his face away even as his hands white-knuckle your hips, pulling you closer.

but you’re not having it. you reach back, tangling your fingers in his sweat-damp blond hair, and pull his gaze towards yours. “let me hear you,” you murmur “wanna hear how good i make you feel.”

“no,” he shakes his head, stubbornly, eyes squeezed shut. “can’t. it’s too damn embarrassing.”

“it’s hot” you counter, “you’re hot katsuki. now let me hear you.”

“don’t — hah — say shit like that” he groans. his hips, now freed from their self-imposed prison, thrust up to meet yours. his moans become more frequent, little whimpers and moans he can’t swallow, each one is followed by a tightening of his jaw, a rosy flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck.

“that’s it kats,” you encourage, “just like that.”

when you lean back, changing the angle just so, that he finally, truly surrenders. his eyes fly open, wide and glazed with pleasure, and his mouth falls slack. a string of curses,spills from his lips. “fuuuck . . . you’re so—hck— damn you”

his face is completely red, and he’s so, so loud but he’s past the point of caring. his hips slam into yours, his movements losing all finesse, driven purely by need

“gonna. . fuck, baby. . i’m gonna—” he chokes out, and it’s the most warning you’ve ever gotten from him.

he cums with a strangled cry, your name a wanton mess on his lips. his whole body all but arches off the bed. the sounds he makes are muffled by your skin, but you feel them all the same—the whimpers, the groans, the exhausted panting. for a long moment, the only sound in the room is his ragged breathing and the pounding of your own heart.

then, slowly, he relaxes, his body going limp against yours. you know he’s replaying every sound, every whimper, and cringing. you card your fingers through his hair, holding him close, and wait. eventually, he shifts, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your sternum before muttering against your skin, “that’s never gonna happen again”

you don’t have to say anything. you just smile, because you know that next time, when you’re skin against skin and joined together as one, you’ll break his silence all over again.

© GYARUJO 2026. please do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites. do not feed to ai

[hanodefanart]

Bkdk - Tomodachi Life (punk/prep au part 26) 🧡💚

[adoringmha]

katsuki likes having his hands on you at all times. it's so mindless it just feels wrong if you're in the same room and he's not touching you?

he'll pass by you and a big hand will slide around your waist, lingering at the small of your back for no reason at all while he reaches for something above or beside you.

he doesn't even do it to fluster you, it just feels natural.

it actually took him a little while to be comfortable enough to initiate casual touches when you first started dating. his heart was pounding the first time he reached for your hand, he even accidentally gave it a quick squeeze out of nervousness. but once he felt confident enough, it was impossible to get his hands off you.

when he takes a seat next to you, his hand immediately finds your thigh, patting it a couple times fondly before resting, squeezing playfully here and there. he'll often slide your leg on top of his lap, aiming for both, as the hour goes by.

when you get up, he lets his hand trail down your leg, letting it linger while he looks up at you, the quiet timbre of his voice flustering you when he asks "where you going?" even when you're in public, it makes you want to crawl in his lap and stay there, which he would love, but there's a time and a place.

when he's passing by you as you're sitting on the couch, he'll pat you on the head, often after giving it a kiss, especially when you're busy working on something.

you never asked him to do any of this, but now it's the norm, and it feels just right.

©adoringmha 2026

[creampiedby]

“That’s cheating!” Katsuki exploded, pointing the remote at you like a loaded gun. “Fucking marital betrayal!”

You sighed and flopped back onto the couch, legs crossed. “I just wanted to know what happened, okay? I was curious…”

“Curious?” he repeated with a bitter laugh. “You watched four episodes without me!” You winced slightly. “Maybe five… but who’s counting?”

The silence that followed was almost comical. Katsuki stared at you with an outraged expression, one hand dramatically placed over his chest like you’d just stabbed him in the back.

“You’re a monster. A real fucking monster.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Katsuki growled and dropped heavily onto the couch beside you, arms crossed tightly over his chest, pouting like a sulky child.

“We had a deal. We watch together. TO-GE-THER. What the hell does that word mean to you huh?”

“Sorry kats…” you murmured, gently scooting closer to him.

“Nope. Keep your sorrys. I’m getting revenge.” He snatched the remote with an evil smirk. “I’m gonna watch the rest of Game of Thrones without you. All the episodes. And I’ll spoil you everything.”

Your smile vanished instantly. “Oh no. Katsuki.. you can’t do that!”

“And why the hell not? You watched Breaking Bad without me!”

“It’s not the same!” you protested, clinging to his arm.

“Really? Explain the difference miss traitor.” You opened your mouth… then closed it again. There was no real difference.

Katsuki smirked, clearly proud of himself. But when you rested your head on his shoulder with a guilty little pout, he stiffened for a second before letting out a long sigh.

“You’re so annoying…” he grumbled.

Still, his arm slid around your shoulders and pulled you closer. You immediately took advantage, snuggling into him and draping one leg over his.

“I can make it up to you,” you offered softly.

“Yeah? How?”

“I’ll cook all your favorite meals for the whole week.” Katsuki grunted, but you felt his body relax a little.

“Keep going.”

“I’ll give you massages after your workouts. And… we’ll restart Breaking Bad from where we left off. Together. I swear I’ll never watch ahead without you again.”

He finally turned his head toward you. His red eyes studied you for a long moment, still a bit suspicious. “You promise? On your life?”

“On my life.”

“Your life doesn’t mean shit anymore, you already broke our pact.”

You laughed softly and buried your face in his neck. Katsuki finally gave in completely. He wrapped his other arm around your waist and pulled you tight against him, resting his chin on top of your head.

“You’re lucky I love you, damn it…” he muttered into your hair, his voice still a little pouty.

You smiled and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “I know. I love you too, even when you’re sulking.”

“Shut up.” But he tightened his hold on you and grabbed the remote to start episode 8 of season 3. “And this time, if you dare watch even one scene without me, I swear I’ll blow up the damn tv.”

You laughed against his chest, happy and safely tucked against him. “Promise, Kats.”

a/n: my sis continued a series without me I felt betrayed just like Katsuki😭 ˖ (🐋) mlist _

[darkailuros]

Telepatia ⚡

[thecottageasf]

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who will wake up whenever you try to leave his hold in the morning, “where are you going?”

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who will memorize your drink orders and always make sure they’re correct before giving it to you (i think he’ll even try a sip of it)

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo makes sure you’re always on the right side of the sidewalk (the side farthest from the road)

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who acts like he doesn’t care when you show affection but he loves it and doesn’t want you to stop

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo gets mad when you open your own doors, “that’s what i’m here for!”

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo will buy you anything you look at for longer than 5 seconds. he loves spoiling you.

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo definitely has a playlist of songs that remind him of you and/or he loves making out/fucking to

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo makes sure his hands are always warm in the winter incase yours get cold. i also feel like he’d just grab your hand claiming “your hands are cold.” just so he can hold them.

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who learns exactly where to kiss you and how you like it

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who loves having nasty sex but the sweetest and softest aftercare. waiting on you hand and foot getting you everything you need without you even asking.

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who claims he doesn’t care if you want to top and take control but quickly becomes a mess when you do. i mean moaning/groaning and even whimpering at times cause you’re just too good at it.

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo will for sure push down on your stomach while fucking to make sure you feel it. he also loves the idea of being able to feel himself while inside it makes him fuck you harder tbh

[eori-namo]

Renaissance-style Link & Zelda version