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[tteokdoroki]

Katsuki x Cam girl!reader- it’s initially a secret ofc, she doesn’t show her face in any streams/videos. Usually from behind she bounces on a dildo or uses a fuck machine- Katsuki finding one of her vids and recognizing her body?

He ends up catching her- fucking her while she still fucks herself with the toy ‼️

✩ ꒱ girl of his streams — ft. katsuki bakugou .ᐟ

🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero katsuki bakugou & side kick / cam girl fem!reader. sex toys, masturbation (f! and m!), oral sex. breaking news, pro hero dynamight discovers one of his favourite camgirls… is his sidekick!?

wouldn’t it be crazy if like you worked for katsuki too. like you were a sidekick or someone lower down in the ranks at the agency n that’s how he recognises you and your body.

the first time bakugou watches your stream is after a rough day — one filled with too many casualties to count and bills for damage that seemed to have never ending zeroes. he doesn’t usually do this, he’s not one to indulge in pretty girls online who have to sell their sex for money but the moment he finds your thumbnail flashing across some shitty porn site recommended to him by kaminari of all people — he’s a goner.

his cock curves to hardness at the first sight of you. curves on display, skimpy lace barely covering what you have to offer. you’re faceless; leaving your lustful expressions up to the interpretation of the viewer as you force your glistening cunt down on the pretty glass dildo that you bounce on. see through enough for katsuki to note how the oink insides of your pussy suction around the head that might be a little too thick for you. that first night; he cums when you do — head thrown back into the leather couch in his office, blonde locks tacked to his forehead by sweat with milky white spilling over tight knuckles and his white fist.

when you find your release, it’s not a show or an act. in the moment, katsuki can tell you feel free. letting pleasure ripple at your shoreline and wash away the day, your sounds are quiet and breathless — a sign that you’re not performing for anyone other than yourself and your body. juices run down the expanse of the toy in which you quiver around, but you don’t stop grinding and humping at it until your aftershocks pass. you end the stream with a crackly giggle and a small thank you. no shout outs, no mentions of donors every few minutes. just you and quiet bliss.

so every wednesday night — dynamight finds himself staying late at the agency to catch your streams. wondering what toy you’ll use next or if it’ll be something mundane like a pillow or your fingers with the cute silver ring you never ever take off. his eyes commit everything about you to memory, the beauty mark on your inner thigh which matches the one on your collar bone. the tattoo on the inside of your right arm and the curve of your Cupids bow which stretches when you mewl. every orgasm he has with his cute little cam girl is harder than the last, thicker and hotter — grunted out into the quiet night like a secret shared between just two.

wednesday nights become off limits, no plans with friends or other heroes. just time with his fist down his pants and wrapped around his aching shaft — until his assistant complains of team morale and his sidekicks not seeing the big boss enough. one Wednesday night becomes reserved for wannabe heroes and coincidentally — no stream notification from you. amongst the flowing alcohol he doesn’t drink and the de-shelled peanuts scattered across the table, katsuki notices you.

bright eyes, shy demeanour and a voice he seems to recognise just a little bit. the cadence you speak with is sweet and familiar, sends a tingle down the spine and to his erection pulsing tucked behind kevlar. your laugh makes his tip ooze. katsuki’s smart, he’s perfect for recon missions and pulling the pieces of a villain’s plan together before it’s even been properly revealed. so there’s not a doubt in his mind, that you’re the girl he jacks off too when he needs a moment alone. a pause in space and time to relieve his stresses.

however, it’s not like he can just … confront you. there’s no proof. except for the sanrio tattoo revealed to him during a sidekick sparring session. aside from the familiar bounce of your breasts when you bound up to dynamight to hand him reports and ask him for advice on your hero moves. he’d know that body anywhere, picturing you while grinding against sheets between missions in foreign countries — imagining you sinking down on the meat of his cock like you do with your array with vibrators and dildos that seem like more than you can take.

proof doesn’t land until bakugou catches you. a late night at the agency when everyone’s been sent home leaves the building void of noise except for the third floor. curiosity killed the cat but this time curiosity rewarded the pro hero with the sight of his dreams — you’re obviously trying to film something. perhaps the pre recorded content you share with higher paying customers — but you’re spread out on a meeting chair with your blistering hot mound on display and your favourite glass toy pumping in and out of you with a crude schlik noise.

“knew my mind wasn’t playin’ tricks on me, sweet girl,” he purrs like he’s caught a mouse in a trap — his tongue rolling over his teeth in satisfaction at the teary and fearful expression lining your features. the hero rounds the wheelie chair you sit on, legs spread either side of its arms and that same glass toy pressed up against your sensitive walls. he’s watched you fuck yourself on it a dozen times before, take the beaded end and smooth dull tip all the way to your womb with the glass growing foggier the more you gush on it. however, absolutely nothing compares to the real thing. the way your spread thighs quiver and your bottom lip trembles. “so pretty, who would have thought you’d be right under my nose this whole fuckin’ time.”

there’s a surge of confidence he feels that he wouldn’t have experienced before — the great dynamight slides to his knees in front of your chair, sun-burnt blush spreading far down his neck as he comes face to face with your sticky, sparkling cunt and greed settles into the fine lines of his handsome face. “d-dynamight!”

“s’katsuki, to you, sweetheart,” he groans, letting lust take the lead on his actions. he’s been picturing you in the back of his mind for weeks, he only associates you with a crazy sense of hunger and the buzz of an earth shattering high. the blonde leans in, sun-kissed hair tickling the soaked skin of your thighs where he licks the inner crease kisses the inside of your knee. he inhales deep, the thick heady scent of your arousal enchanting him and dragging him in. “smell so good… don’t stop on my account.”

katsuki tongues around the toy slipped past your entrance, slurping up what your body drools as though its finely aged wine from a silver chalice. calloused fingers spread you wide so he can see, lapping at the pink hidden between your pudgy pussy lips. “c’mon baby, fuck yourself for me. just like you do on your cams.” he goads you gruffly, especially when you whine at the unrelenting attention from his teeth and tongue raking over your unattended beating clit.

it’s easy to do as told when it’s your boss sucking on the length of your slit like his life depends on it, pink muscle curling around the glass that you push and pull in and out of your cunt — lewd suctioning noises echoing throughout the meeting room and twisting with your whimpers that grow a pitch with every thrust. katsuki bobs his head with the rhythm, cursing against your folds sworn slow sweeps from your clit to your squeezing hole trying to milk the toy as though it’s his cock.

he doesn’t dare hold you down, katsuki’s got the real deal rutting against his hot, silken mouth — just like you do when you’re alone. he lets you smother his nose and his tongue in your sweet honey juices, switch from suffocating him between your thighs to twisting your hips away for some respite from the stimulation. and when you cum, you feel the weight of his ruby jewelled gaze on you — drinking in the way your chest bows towards the sky, nipples sore and peaked and your head pussy streams clear around the musky glass toy pressed against your gspot.

tufts of blonde loll against your trembling thigh, katsuki’s palm smoothing over your belly and between your breast as your breathing quickens because you’ve never cum that hard before. not on your own, not with someone for a collab. he presses down, guiding your heart rate into something normal whilst kissing your doughy flesh.

“next time, you’re gonna let me fuck you for real,” the pro hero promises with a smug and lazy smirk — the ring of his mouth shining with your slick. “put it in one of your pretty streams too.”

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[tokkushin]

✦ katsuki and his shy girl making out ⸝⸝ .ᐟ

cinnamon lingers in the air, the pale wall blurs your vision, and your ears are swallowed by the low hum of the AC — well, that and the sounds of his lips against your neck. 

"you nervous?" he questions, although he already knows the answer. 

since stepping into katsuki's apartment, you've barely spared him a glance — a quiet aura of hesitation clinging to your every move.

it's not that you and katsuki haven't kissed before — pecks on the lips do count — it was that you'd yet to kiss him like this. with your legs on either side of his lap, your bra the only thing left between you, and your breath dancing in the small space between your lips.

katsuki's warm, very warm — almost overwhelmingly so. his chest sticking to the lace of your bra and his body pressed so close it makes it hard to think.

his hands are like a heated weight over the small of your back, coasting over ridges and curves on your skin as he tries to soothe your obvious tension — keyword: tries.

because as his lips trail from the dip in your collarbone to the shell of your ear — you feel all sanity getting lost underneath his fingertips.

"you in there?"

honestly, you're not quite sure. "mhm, yeah i'm here"

you nod as if you're trying to convince yourself, too — ignore how the sudden closeness of his lips makes your cheeks heat and your heartbeat sound in your ears. flurries of panic only burrowing their way to your throat when his hands suddenly cup your face.

"no, you're fuckin' not"

katsuki's always had this knack — a silent understanding of the way your brain works. your quietness was never something he pushed against, only something he wished to ease.

even as his thumb drags slowly over your cheeks, you know he's only trying to steady you.

you whisper a small breath of his name, circling your hands around his wrists as your foreheads press together — that's all it takes.

and maybe, that's when something in you finally gives — when all that hesitation breaks the moment his eyes stare patiently into yours, and why you're the one pressing your lips together before you can even think twice.

he tastes like caramel, a warmth that settles onto your tongue slowly, like the sunlight peeking through an open window. 

surprisingly tense under your touch, his hands pause against your back — his mind insistent on following your guidance. 

he presses his lips gently against yours, slow and tentative, like if he rushes this moment it may end too soon. groaning breathlessly into your mouth when your hands card through his hair, and give the strands a gentle tug before they're back on his face.

it's not long before your confidence wavers, his muscles tightening subtly underneath your palms as you pull your lips away, breathlessly.

katsuki's cheeks are red, hair stuck to his forehead and a faint shine coating his chest. his lips are flushed a bright pink, spit-soaked — breathing unsteadily as he looks at you like he's trying to figure out what you're thinking.

"again," you murmur, chest heaving against his, "please?"

a toothy grin spreads across his face when your eyes dart over his features — as if they're in search of something — some kind of reassurance.

which katsuki is glad to give when he presses a teasing peck to your cheek, adjusting himself underneath you so your body's pulled even closer and whispering, "you drive me crazy, you know that?"

you can't help but smile.

lips skimming his for the last time tonight — this time with no intentions of pulling away. guiding his hands to your lower back as you press into his palms. 

your hips move against his thigh at a steady pace, soft sounds of your lips meeting blending with the hum of the AC.

"katsuki?" 

there's an annoyed sigh that tumbles from his mouth when your lips detach, "hm?"

"my bra . . . take it off"

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[sp1ritb0x]

So cozy

[florrasol]

! ⠄ cat dad katsuki ✿ֵ

I think if Katsuki were to have a pet, it would be a cat of some kind. He'd likely have a preference for a breed that's loving and calm, yet he finds himself at a shelter where a particular siamese cat catches his eye. She's only about a half a year old, and the shelter doesn't know how to respond to how territorial she is. Still, Katsuki adopts her and names her Princess, short for Princess Explosion Murder. (She's his baby, after all.) Katsuki spoils the hell out of his cat. Premium cat food, (wild-caught salmon, wet food, and so forth) a bed over half the length of his couch, and enough enrichment toys to fill a whole room of his apartment. In retrospect, he shouldn't be surprised that Princess makes more demands of him than he makes on the field.

And Katsuki, weak for his cat, is more than happy to oblige her every demand.

On occasion, (every day, for at least an hour, but those are semantics to him) he carries her around the apartment and indulges her, taking the toys she gives and hands them back.

And, for as much as Princess sasses him, she only ever wants to be around Katsuki. On the off chance he has guests over, Princess is firmly affixed to his side, refusing to entertain anyone but Katsuki. He won't admit it, but he's especially smug about this.

Which is why when he brings you over to his apartment for the first time, his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when he sees Princess saunter up to you and nuzzle against your calf.

It does little to quell the beating of his heart when you crouch down to dote on her, lightly rubbing behind her ear and letting her inspect your hands with her paws, a task she performs rather magnanimously.

And god forbid you take Princess into your arms and cradle her, like he does, and turn to him with the bright smile he fell in love with.

"Look, Katsuki! She's so cuddly!" You beam.

"She has never once been cuddly with anyone," he nods slowly---absently, head struggling to reconcile the sight.

"Really? She's so sweet."

"She hissed at Dunce Face when he turned in her direction."

"Oh." You tilt your head, looking down at Princess. "Well, Princess and I are getting along just fine."

He can't really deny that, nor can he deny the fact that he's fallen more in love with you.

if this isn't coherent, it's because it's 2:28 A.M. and my vision's a little bit bleary and my head hurts 💖

[florrasol]

part 2 is out !!!

[florrasol]

! ⠄ cat dad katsuki ✿ֵ (cont)

⤷ ゛find part 1 here! first of all, thank you all so much for the love on this first part!! It's so heartwarming to see that you all enjoyed it enough to request a second part, especially since I was barely even awake writing it (I say as it's 1:44 AM as I'm starting)

Ever since you'd visited his apartment, Princess now eyes the door in hopes you'll return. Katsuki started noticing this about a week after the fact, specifically when Princess's tail would drop the slightest bit when she'd see him walk through the door and not you.

He'd want it to irritate him, that his daughter likes you more than him, but he can't help the thrumming of his heart and the subtle heat that creeps up his neck and cheeks when he imagines his two favorites snuggling up on the couch, watching TV to pass the time by.

His heart swoons more as he ponders the possibility of finding the two of you curled up underneath a blanket, heater running (because he rarely uses the heater; he's warm as is) and a cup of whatever warm drink you'd prepared and had to inevitably talk Princess out of sampling.

So he calls you, proposes that you spend the night.

In his head, you'd entertain Princess for a while, dote on her until she's giddy, and then spend the rest of your time and love on him. After all, if you can keep up with Princess's demands (mind you, the ones he fostered) without burning out, you could surely love on him as the night winds down.

That said, he should have known that Princess would want to hog you just as much as he does; she's his daughter, so it was practically a given.

You arrive with your sleep bag slung over your shoulder (basically decorative at this point; your toothbrush lives in Katsuki's bathroom) and immediately hug...Princess!?

"Oh, hi, baby!" You coo, scooping Princess up into your arms and rock her, one hand on her back and one on her bottom.

Princess purrs in the instant.

And Katsuki's left to watch you coddle his cat, and not him. An almost petulant pout graces his sharp features, and it almost makes you laugh.

"Aww, what's that face for, Katsuki?"

"You know damn well," he huffs, walking behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. Your back meets flush to his chest, his heartbeat reverberating along your spine.

The weight of his chin meets your shoulder, and you turn your head to press a kiss to his temple.

"Wait! Do you know what I want to do?" You ask, fingers absently carding through Princess's soft fur; much to your smugness, Princess purrs louder.

"Mm, what?"

"Can we watch a movie and relax?"

He raises a brow, eyes darting between you and Princess. His own shoulders stiffen, marginally. "Like...with her with us?"

A hot wave courses through the veins in your face. "Not like that, you perv! Actually watching a movie."

"Oh. Yeah, we can." He relaxes visibly; arms loosening from around you to set the sofa up.

The three of you settle onto the couch, Princess wedged comfortably (royally) between the both of you. You can practically feel the smugness radiating off of her, though you can't distinguish if it's because she's next to both of her favorite people, or because she's the one closer to you.

Either option does little to quell the giddy butterflies in your chest as the movie starts to play.

About halfway through the screening, your eyelids start to feel like weighted discs, and the audio from the movie blurs into hazy, grey static. As your eyes start to flutter shut, you feel a weight settle into your lap: fluffy, warm, and ovular in the way only a loafing cat can occupy.

Gravity guides your head down onto Katsuki's shoulder, and he wraps an arm around you out of habit.

He looks at both you and Princess, comfortable and secure with each other, blankets enveloping your frames. His jaw loosens and his eyes soften significantly, and he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze---grounding, reassuring.

Yeah, he could get used to this.

♡. and...that's a wrap! It's 2:17 AM as I'm finishing this up, and I think I'm really enjoying writing my own bed-time story before falling asleep, so maybe I'll continue writing at ungodly hours while my vision starts to blur haha! ♡. I actually don't have a cat, so I'm guessing at their behaviors as best as I can. If anything's inaccurate, please lmk so I can fix it as promptly as possible!

[katsuiki]

  ꒰৯  𓈒 HEART STRINGS ! 𓈒 ♩ ຶ  guitarist boyfriend katsuki  ۟  ♡ ۪

“you got hearts in your damn eyes or somethin’?”

katsuki didn’t even glance up from where he sat on the edge of his bed, electric guitar resting against his thigh as his fingers lazily plucked at the strings. the amp hummed softly in the corner of his room, low enough not to bother the neighbors, but loud enough that you could feel the vibrations in your chest.

you blinked. “what?”

“like i just personally serenaded your ass at a concert.” he scoffed, finally looking over at you from beneath messy blond bangs. “it’s weird.” he rolled his eyes at you, while fighting a small grin.

you laid across his bed on your stomach, chin propped in your hands while watching him tune his guitar for the past ten minutes straight. honestly, you could’ve watched him for hours. there was just something unfairly attractive about katsuki with a guitar in his hands.

his rings glinted against the strings every time he moved. his forearms flexed subtly when he adjusted the tuning pegs. the sleeves of his faded black band tee rode up enough to expose toned skin and the faint outline of veins beneath it.

it was distracting.

very, distracting.

you smiled innocently. “sorry. you’re just really, really pretty.”

katsuki nearly hit the wrong chord, black sparkly pick nearly slipping out his grip. the sharp twang echoed through the room, followed by a muttered, “fuck.”

your grin widened instantly.

“what happened to that big shot guitarist act, huh?” you teased, grinning up at him. “i thought you were the great dynamight on guitar.”

“shut up.”

he tried to come off as scary, glaring at you with crimson eyes practically on fire. it would’ve been intimidating, if the tips of his ears weren’t pink that is.

he looked away again, pretending to focus on his guitar while playing a rough progression of chords, but you caught the tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

cute.

ridiculously cute.

you rolled onto your back with a dramatic sigh. “it’s sooo hard dating a hot guitarist.”

“you’re annoyin’ as hell today.”

“and yet you’re obsessed with me.”

“didn’t say all that.”

you stared at him silently, already knowing the answer in your head.

katsuki lasted maybe, three seconds? — before clicking his tongue. “yeah, yeah. whatever.”

victory.

a comfortable silence settled afterward, filled only by the sound of him playing the low cords. softer this time. slower.

you watched as he tested out melodies absentmindedly, expression calmer than usual. katsuki wasn’t quiet often, but when he played, he got like this sometimes. focused. relaxed. almost vulnerable in a way nobody else got to see.

then, without warning, he started playing something familiar.

your brows lifted. “wait…”

it took a second before realization hit.

“is that—”

“don’t start.”

your mouth dropped open. “you wrote me a song?!”

“it ain’t finished.”

“suki!”

he groaned loudly while you sat up excitedly, scrambling across the bed toward him. “oi— quit movin’ around before you knock my shit over.”

“play it again.”

“no.”

“pleaseee?”

he stared at you for a long moment before sighing through his nose dramatically.

“…fine.”

your smile softened almost immediately when he started over.

the melody was pretty. a little rough around the edges, but still pretty. which was the exact combination the two of you were honestly.

you listened quietly this time, eyes fixed on his hands moving against the strings while he avoided looking directly at you. and maybe it was embarrassing how hard your heart melted over something so simple.

one thing about bakugou was that he was never the best at saying things outright.

but this?

this was basically a love confession coming from someone like him.

the final note rang out softly before fading into silence.

“…well?” he muttered.

you didn’t answer right away; instead, you leaned forward carefully and wrapped your arms around his neck, nearly knocking the guitar sideways in the process.

“shit— watch the guitar!”

you laughed against his shoulder. “sorry.”

his hands steadied the instrument quickly before settling against your waist.

“so?” he asked again, quieter this time.

you pulled back just enough to look at him properly.

“i think i’m gonna need you to marry me.”

bakugou barked out a laugh before rolling his eyes.

“dramatic ass.”

but he was smiling.

really smiling.

and when you leaned in to kiss him, he kissed you back immediately, one hand sliding up to cradle the side of your face while the other still loosely held his guitar in place.

the strings giving a pathetic, godawful, little strum from the all the movement.

you giggled into the kiss.

“romantic,” you whispered.

“shut up.”

♡　 ׄ　thank ya for the req !

♡　 © KATSUIKI ׄ　 ✉️　 ۫ 　❛

[beybuniki]

the summer after graduation

[dynapuff]

Teaching Katsu the term "fuck ass" and now he uses that shit all the fucking time lmaooo

[florrasol]

my favorite adjective

[raised--by--moths]

ok i just spent a few minutes figuring this out so i have to share: the oldest book I've ever read fully is Wieland by Charles Brockden Brown. It was published in 1798, we read it for acdec

@bluejay-flies On the topic of acdec books, the one i couldn't remember on the phone last month was The Lathe of Heaven by Ursula Le Guin. It's a very odd book, but it was an enjoyable read

and if we're making a list, the last book i read for acdec was Solar Storms by Linda Hogan. I never finished this one, not because it's bad, its a very good book, but it's rather slow and almost dreamlike, so it takes a long time to read

[florrasol]

genuinely

[beybuniki]

float these fools, uraraka!!!

[florrasol]

i need reader to be as hard to get as bakugo iykwim and like theyre academic rivals...👀👀👀rivals to lovers u can do a one-shot or a drabble or even a small series idgafart 😂😂😂😂🫱🫱 i literally read u on tiktok and friggin asked for ur tumblr. my chud self forgot abt it then now i saw u on my fyp... dk if u remember me mommy but anyways what am i saying i need to get straight to da point i really wuv u and i like how you have dedication for writing while going thru school and stuff i think thats rlly aura and respect moment of u ✌️✌️ e-ehh what am i even saying--!!! *bolts in a flustered panic, as i vanish from your sight*

aww, thank you so much for your request and your kind words! I truly appreciate you! Thinking about both pre-med work and writing can be really taxing at times, so I value that you recognize that. Also love the idea hello 😳

♡ ‎⋮ hit the books !﹒✶

implied college au, mentions of kissing, but no explicit detail.

You had yet to meet someone who ground your gears quite like he did. You’re almost certain he makes it a point to poke and prod at you, and you distinctly remember his sharp smirk whenever he elicits the reactions he wants out of you.

For every ten minutes you’d arrive early to your lectures, he’d arrive fifteen. For every 98 you’d scored, he made sure to at least score a 99. The two of you played bait-and-switch, played cat-and-mouse like you both had nothing to lose.

And that has to be the explanation, because why else do you find yourself hunched over the library table from the hours when the sun sets to when the moon rises, and vice versa, in the same wing of the library that Katsuki is at any given moment?

So, in those moments where the only sound surrounding you is the susurration of the air conditioning and the scrape of your nails in the table, looking for your hands to find grounding while Katsuki ravishes your lips.

Both your dignities were never on the line when it's only you that's competent enough for him, the only one capable of going toe-to-toe with him. Reciprocally, it's only him that's ambitious enough, audacious enough, to meet you at your level and want to exceed it.

The textbooks on the table, in nights like these, end up shut and set to the side.

Maybe this time, you'll pick them up together?

woah woah woah look who finally got around to writing an itty bitty drabble!! This summer is literally my "work summer" ---> getting my CCMA, studying for the MCAT, hospital volunteering, and a job 💔 your girl stays busy

[florrasol]

! ⠄ cat dad katsuki ✿ֵ

I think if Katsuki were to have a pet, it would be a cat of some kind. He'd likely have a preference for a breed that's loving and calm, yet he finds himself at a shelter where a particular siamese cat catches his eye. She's only about a half a year old, and the shelter doesn't know how to respond to how territorial she is. Still, Katsuki adopts her and names her Princess, short for Princess Explosion Murder. (She's his baby, after all.) Katsuki spoils the hell out of his cat. Premium cat food, (wild-caught salmon, wet food, and so forth) a bed over half the length of his couch, and enough enrichment toys to fill a whole room of his apartment. In retrospect, he shouldn't be surprised that Princess makes more demands of him than he makes on the field.

And Katsuki, weak for his cat, is more than happy to oblige her every demand.

On occasion, (every day, for at least an hour, but those are semantics to him) he carries her around the apartment and indulges her, taking the toys she gives and hands them back.

And, for as much as Princess sasses him, she only ever wants to be around Katsuki. On the off chance he has guests over, Princess is firmly affixed to his side, refusing to entertain anyone but Katsuki. He won't admit it, but he's especially smug about this.

Which is why when he brings you over to his apartment for the first time, his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when he sees Princess saunter up to you and nuzzle against your calf.

It does little to quell the beating of his heart when you crouch down to dote on her, lightly rubbing behind her ear and letting her inspect your hands with her paws, a task she performs rather magnanimously.

And god forbid you take Princess into your arms and cradle her, like he does, and turn to him with the bright smile he fell in love with.

"Look, Katsuki! She's so cuddly!" You beam.

"She has never once been cuddly with anyone," he nods slowly---absently, head struggling to reconcile the sight.

"Really? She's so sweet."

"She hissed at Dunce Face when he turned in her direction."

"Oh." You tilt your head, looking down at Princess. "Well, Princess and I are getting along just fine."

He can't really deny that, nor can he deny the fact that he's fallen more in love with you.

if this isn't coherent, it's because it's 2:28 A.M. and my vision's a little bit bleary and my head hurts 💖

[numberoneredriotfan]

Random silly hc: When Rody intiates a kiss instead of Izuku, Izuku's float quirk activates.

[chibi-tokki]

big dog owner katsuki at the dog park (thinking maybe a husky or a shiba something fluffy with an attitude problem) and you come in with your little mini poodle or something equally as small and you see bakugou with his big scary muscles in his all black gym gear, heavy boots because he didn’t change out of them after getting home and taking his pup on a walk and you think he’s so hot, so unbelievably hot that you know this is gonna end badly. not because he has a big scary dog but because your tiny little one is a fucking asshole.

he’s not entirely reactive, (he’s a rescue and you don’t know his past) he’s just a lil anxious and got little dog syndrome where thinks he is a big scary malamute when in reality he is the size of one of the alaskan hounds sheds. so you don’t go into the park, the second you spot bakugou and his dog, you turn on your heels, but the sound of the gate has already alerted him to your presence and you’re already halfway out, your own dog tucked under your arm for the safety of the shiba on the other side of the gate.

“just cause he’s big doesn’t mean he’s dangerous, you know.” you hear bakugou call out, irritation evident in the way he drawls his words.

you stop, sigh and turn back. “ohh i know, it’s my dog that’s the problem. he’s the asshole”

bakugou raises a brow. “that thing?”

this pisses you off. “yeah. this thing is a rescue so he gets a bit iffy around dogs he doesn’t know.”

“oh.” is all the blond can say.

“yeah. oh.” you mock, tightening your arm around your dog. “not everyone is out to get you because you have a big scary dog.”

“guess the asshole trait runs in the family huh.”

“sorry?”

bakugou laughs, low and clipped and ready for a fight. “just saying. your dogs an asshole, you’re an asshole. looks like he found the right home.”

“says the guy who’s at the dog park in a fucking tank top in 10 degree weather.” you sneer, blood boiling at the brazenness of this man. “got a big dog and big muscles, overcompensating for something?”

katsuki howls a laugh, teeth bared and ready to snap. “why don’t you come over here and find out?”

“i’d rather not be disappointed anymore than i already am.” your deadpan, completely bored with the man before you. “have fun with your muscles and whatever the fuck you’ve got going on there” you turn on your heels, tiny shaking dog tucked under your arm and head back for the footpath, away from the safety of the rudest (hottest) man you’ve ever met.

it’s not till three days later when you glimpse the news do you see the asshole from the dog parks face on the tv. pro hero dynamight flashes his angry grin on the screen, the camera panning quickly as he holds up a hand to swipe the attention away muttering a curse under his breath as he blasts away.

fuck.

[florrasol]

ꕤ﹒ izuku, who loves sleeping on your tits .

no but hear me out on this.

He'd have a long day at UA as a teacher: students are rowdier than usual, more papers to grade as the semester winds to an end, final exam jitters from both students and staff...the end of spring means that faculty and students alike are far more stressed and anxious than they'd typically be.

Thus, when he's home at your shared apartment, the first thing he does after taking his trademark sneakers and bag off is cross the living room to find you; he asks you to lie down on the couch so he can rest his head, and you has no problem in obliging.

The tuft of the couch meets your back just as Izuku's face meets the pillow of your breasts, cheek rested and eyes fluttering with sleep. You'd card through his hair with your hands; the curls sometimes wind around your fingers like they're trying to root your ministrations there.

On occasion, when stress particularly frays at his composure, he'll slip his time-calloused hands under your shirt, cupping the underside of your tits and grazing their curve with his thumbs, consistent and languid in hopes of grounding himself.

And in the time he takes relishing the feeling of the warmth emanating off of you, wholly disarming and calming, his eyes finally pull closed and sleep washes over him in leisurely, blanketing waves.

imo, izuku is a tits guy.

[cinna-creme]

a/n: thinking abt being super sleepy and kiss drunk with katsuki

“no more.” he mumbles against your lips.

“one more kats please?” you chase after his lips as he pulls back.

“you’re fallin asleep, princess.” he kisses you again and you whine.

“kats one more.” you blink your heavy lids up at him “kiss me til i fall asleep.” you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to the bed with you.

“suppose.” he sighs and presses his lips softly to yours.

he peppers kisses across your lips, smiling with each soft sound that comes from you. he slides his tongue along the seam of your lips, slowly pushing in as he cradles your face. he deepens the kiss, thumbs stroking across your cheeks trying to lull you to bed.

your arms unravel from his neck and he pulls back to pepper the softest kisses across your face. he pulls the covers up and places a kiss on each of your eyelids before leaning back and admiring you.

“love you.” one last kiss to your lips before he curls around you.