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puppet show — ryland grace x reader
summary: you and grace put on a puppet show for rocky at his request so he is able to understand human culture better. little do you know, the engineer is setting you both up.
tags: a lot, a lot of rocky. he thinks humans are gross and stupid and you and grace should mate already. statement ryland referred to as "grace".
Waking up to see a sentient alien creature waddling about in a glass looking ball in the Hail Mary is not something you could say you expected when taking on this mission.
Said creature being the most hilarious living organism you have ever encountered in your life was also not on your list of expectations.
Bracing a hand on the ball, you double over, wheezing at him just tearing Grace apart (likely without meaning to, though sometimes he's so intentional with it it cannot be a coincidence) with a clumsily translated string of words.
"Friend sick, question?" Rocky inquires, bracing a claw against where your hand is resting. Then, voice taking over a more urgent tone — how did Grace manage to convey that via code or translation system, you will never know —, another claw tapping to get Grace's attention; "Grace! Grace! Friend leaking! Emergency, statement!" Pressing his head to your side of the xenonite in a hasty attempt at comfort, "Grace! Intervention. Now!"
"They're good, Rock," Grace sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "They're laughing because they think you said something funny," Turning to you, he points an accusatory finger at you in such a way that an image of him scolding a rowdy student in a classroom flashes in your mind. "About my "inability" to pilot, by the way!" He even does air quotes to emphasize his point. Cute. "Ouch!" He presses a hand against his chest, then waving it off with a dismissive huff. "So pay no attention to the fact that they sound like they're dying."
THEN AND NOW ✶ FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI
꒰ synopsis ꒱ ✶ katsuki always wondered what the hell his father saw in his old hag of a mother. it takes twenty years, a nasty fight with you, a near-death experience, and a trip to the hospital before he finally gets it
── ✶ word count: 5.8k words ; my drabbles always do this bro
── ✶ before you read: female reader ; pro hero bakugou ; established relationship ; arguing ; (temporary) relationship troubles ; injuries + villain attacks + hospitals (bakugou) ; tame angst with a happy ending! ; communication + resolving arguments ; bakugou’s father makes an appearance ; fluff and banter at the end ; masterlist.
꒰ commentary ꒱ ✶ at the end of the day i will never not be a sucker for the trope where u argue just before a major life threatening incident occurs
It’s 9:32 PM when Katsuki begrudgingly leaves his patrol area and finally calls it quits for the night.
Patrol was supposed to end an hour and thirty-two minutes ago, but he’s been dragging his feet ever since. Taking the long route. Responding to calls that technically aren’t under his jurisdiction. Circling blocks he’s already cleared twice. Anything to kill time. It’s only when Kirishima actively tells him to get the fuck out and stop interfering with his villain count for the night that Katsuki finally accepts defeat and ends his workday.
Cw: mommy kink as per usual with me
“What did your mother do when you came back home after being kidnapped by the League of Villains, when you were only 16? Did she comfort you?”
Your voice is leveled, calm and soothing to his ears. You know it’s helpless if you raise your voice, if you snarl or snap or get snippy with his lack of answers. Patience, is what you need when it comes to a man like Katsuki Bakugou.
“You know the hag didn’t fuckin’ comfort me.” Bakugou snaps irritably. He’s not mad at you really, just frustrated with the past lack of empathy his mother never gave him. He frowns, slumps lower onto the suede couch, crosses thick arms over his chest as he glowers at the little trinkets that rest on the coffee table between the two of you.
“Just told me that I was weak. Got myself kidnapped, ‘n shit.” He grumbles, voice quieting with every syllable. You try not to let the pity show on your face—Katsuki hates pity. He snaps and scorches your favorite pillows and pouts when you reprimand him afterwards. To save you both the trouble, you school your expression.
“How did that make you feel?” It sounds so stereotypical, he snorts under his breath. You let a small smile crack your face before it falls in seriousness.
“Angry? That she had insinuated that, while trying to protect your friends and fight off villains, you had asked to get kidnapped? Weak? At not being able to protect yourself better? Frustrated? A mixture of all three, and then some?”
Bakugou sat still, hands balled into tight fists. You can see the black and gray smoke wafting from his clenched hands, making you sigh softly. You jot down a couple of notes while Bakugou visibly calms himself down with a few techniques you had shown him previously. Your writing stops at the low, familiar rumble of his voice.
“She never comforted me. But you can. Right, doc?”
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
bakugou who—quietly yearns for you ever since he laid his eyes on you, which became his favorite habit.
𖦹 content. k.bakugou x reader. fluff
Katsuki Bakugou liked to think he wasn’t the type of person who got distracted.
He trained harder than anyone else in Class 1-A. He didn’t waste time daydreaming. He didn’t stare out windows. He certainly didn’t spend entire lessons watching someone instead of paying attention.
At least, that’s what he told himself.
The problem was you.
Bakugou still remembered the first time he saw you. It wasn’t dramatic. No slow motion. No grand realization.
You had simply walked into class on your first day, looking mildly annoyed because your bag strap had gotten caught on the door handle.
Most people would’ve ignored it.
Bakugou didn’t.
And somehow, after that, he never stopped noticing you.
At first, it was accidental.
He noticed how you always arrived a few minutes early.
How you tapped your pencil against your desk whenever you were thinking.
How you scrunched your nose when reading difficult material.
How you secretly slipped snacks to Kaminari whenever he forgot breakfast.
Tiny things. Meaningless things.
Things he absolutely shouldn’t have remembered.
Yet somehow, they stayed.
Watching you became a habit.
Then the habit became his favorite part of the day.
He’d catch sight of you laughing with your friends in the hallway.
See you practicing your quirk after class.
Hear your voice across the training grounds.
And every single time, something inside him settled.
Which was incredibly irritating, because Bakugou Katsuki didn’t do feelings. Especially not whatever this was.
Unfortunately, his classmates were beginning to notice.
One afternoon, everyone was gathered in the common room.
You sat across the room, completely unaware.
Bakugou wasn’t even trying to stare.
He just happened to glance up.
And then glance up again. And again. And maybe a fourth time.
“Bro.” Kirishima’s voice cut through the silence.
Bakugou frowned. “What?”
Kirishima looked between him and you.
Then back at him. “Oh.”
Bakugou immediately hated that tone. “Oh what?”
Kaminari suddenly sat up. “What? What happened?”
Kirishima pointed. At him. Then at you.
Bakugou’s stomach dropped. “No.”
“Oh my god,” Kaminari gasped.
“NO.”
“You like her!”
“I DON’T.”
“You’ve been staring at her for fifteen minutes.”
“I HAVE NOT.”
“You literally smiled.”
The room went silent.
Bakugou froze. “…What?”
Kaminari looked horrified. “Dude.”
Kirishima looked equally shocked. “Dude.”
Bakugou’s eye twitched. “What are you idiots talking about?”
“You smiled.”
“I did not.”
“You did.”
“I DID NOT.”
“You looked at her like she just won the Sports Festival.”
Bakugou felt heat crawl up his neck.
Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
He was careful. Nobody was supposed to notice.
Unfortunately, at that exact moment, you looked up.
Your eyes met his.
For one terrible second, neither of you looked away.
Then you smiled. A small one. Soft and warm.
Only for him.
And Bakugou forgot how to breathe.
Across the room, Kaminari slammed both hands over his mouth.
Kirishima looked like he was witnessing history.
Bakugou immediately stood. “I’m leaving.”
“You’ve got it bad.”
“SHUT UP.”
He stormed out of the common room while laughter erupted behind him.
But as he walked away, one thought lingered stubbornly in his mind.
Because for all his efforts to hide it—
for all the years he’d spent pretending not to care—
there was one truth he could never escape.
Watching you had become his favorite habit.
And he wasn’t sure he wanted to stop anymore.
©rosereveries
What is wrong with being obsessed with an ass, right?
Bakugo physically cannot sleep unless he is completely glued to your backside. Even when he’s dead tired, he’ll violently yank you back-first against his bare chest, his large hands clamping onto your waist to pull your ass flush against his lap. His thick, heavy length is always semi-hard and nestled perfectly between your cheeks, throbbing lazily against you all night.
ugh!!! if you try to shift away because his body heat is boiling you, he completely loses it. Even half-asleep, his grip will tighten like an iron vise, and he'll let out a low, warning growl as he shoves his face directly into the valley of your ass. He literally buries his nose and mouth right against your bare skin, inhaling your scent from right there just to quiet his brain down enough to sleep.
Waking up is the most feral part because his morning wood is absolutely brutal. You’ll wake up to him already rock-hard and slick, deliberately grinding his heavy weight right against your dripping heat from behind. Before you can even open your eyes, his hand will shove your face into the pillow, his voice a ruined, sleepy rasp against your neck: "Don't fucking move—you're taking it right now," before he drives himself completely home.
right here, right now ɞ·˚ KB
𑣲 katsuki apologizing while still inside ⋆。° — SMUT! ♡♡
katsuki was positioned completely on top, gently pinning her hands above her head with his fingers intertwined with hers. he raised his head from her neck, locking his gaze deeply with hers.
"you still mad at me?" his usual explosive voice dropped into a quiet rasp. her breathing was uneven, chest heaving softly against his.
"a bit.." she whispered breathlessly. a flicker of genuine regret softened his expression—he leaned down, closing the distance between them until she could feel the heat radiating from his skin.
"didn't mean to, baby.." he truly meant it, looking down at her with raw vulnerability.
"had a long week. y'know how i can get sometimes, and m'sorry." hearing the genuine remorse in his tone made her remaining anger vanish, but the physical reality of their current position made it incredibly difficult to think straight, let alone talk.
"katsuki, do we have to talk about it now?" she emphasized, as his cock stayed deep and completely hard inside her.
his eyes were warm, even as a smirk tugged at his mouth—clearly amused by her breathy distraction. pressing his forehead against hers, he gave her pinned hands a gentle, tightening squeeze.
"yeah." he murmured against her lips, teasing her with a slow twitch of his hips. "we do. i can multitask."
꒰ 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
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A/N: Sorry this forever to get out! I've been so busy with life and my phone broke so I was phoneless for a couple days until I got it fixed T.T but i'm good now! and back in action!
andy’s notes: trying to write again!! so have some bakugou breeding kink thoughts 💭
no matter how much you beg, katsuki won’t fuck you without a condom.
“that’s irresponsible.” he grits his teeth as he bottoms out. he loves the little squeeze between your brows that you make at the stretch. “how many times do I gotta keep telling you?”
(that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think about it. doesn’t mean he’s not tempted.)
for example, he knows exactly what you’re doing when you dig your heels into his back and lift your hips up to pull his cock in even deeper. he sees that infuriating smirk before you tell him how badly you want him to fill you up.
and he can usually muscle his way through it. give you several hard cracks across your ass; that always gets you to stop caring where he cums.
and what makes him finally give in isn’t anything special. he’s just tired, leaning hard on the doorway to toe off his shoes, and he sees you asleep on the couch. blanket creasing your cheeks.
his heart does that thing that it always does around you. it squeezes so tight in his chest he feels, briefly, like he’s about to die.
he sweeps hair back from your forehead. “baby?” you blink your eyes open, drool drying on your chin. one of his old shirts envelopes you. it’s absolutely insane how much he loves you. “what ya doin’ out here?”
you fall into his chest, huffing in his scent. “waiting for you. stupid.”
that’s it.
he scoops you into his lap, and in the brilliant way he has with you, you know exactly what he wants. you undo his zipper, stroking his half-hard cock to stiffness, and line him up.
you cock your head. “condom?”
he doesn’t answer. just thumbs your clit and kisses you, licking into your mouth when you gasp in surprise.
“fuck the condom.” you’re so warm, so soft . “wanna feel you, honey.”
the pet name isn’t like him, and he can’t explain why he needs to use it - maybe because he knows he’ll be scooping you into his lap like this until he dies, and you deserve to hear the kind of sweet names he hears other couples use.
“i’m not on the pill —” but you’re sinking down slowly, anyway. “We could - fuck - you could actually knock me up, katsuki.”
he cups your face. through his exhaustion, he wears a feral, dazed grin.
“yeah.” he braces his feet on the ground and rolls his hips up, seating you fully on his cock. “but i thought you liked risk.”
hallway crush જ⁀➴. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ | k. bakugou
synopsis: katsuki doesn't know how you ended up together, but he sure as hell doesn't mind it.
pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader
word count: 855
tags/warnings: classmates to lovers, frenemies to lovers, established frenemies dynamic, fluffffff, slice-of-life, smut at the end
a/n: ANOTHER self-indulgent fic bc i just can't stop thinking about bickering classmates to lovers RAGHHHHHH
divider cred: @cursed-carmine
You’re his first taste of peace. A breath of fresh air that fills his lungs like the perfect amount of breeze on a summer’s day, and it feels as revolutionary to him as it would to a smoker.
He notices it when you laugh, bright-eyed and all smiles, and his chest tightens. The sight makes his heart skip a beat and his breathing catch. It’s like this often with you, he notices—where he’s out of breath, yet full of life.
That’s also a thing; life’s a little lighter with you around. He’s a little less bitter, a little less snappy. And if he is, it’s not as serious anymore, it’s fun.
——-
“Oh my god, you’re so annoying!” You exclaim, exasperated yet clearly amused as you swat his hand away from your shared work station. “Please, just follow the lab instructions.” You sigh, but the smile on your face never falters.
He just laughs, plays along by shrugging his shoulders. In his head he thinks he’s the luckiest guy in the world to have you notice him.
——-
He likes the way you seem to enjoy his company. For a long time, he grew used to being the guy that people complained about, a guy that had a few more outbursts than what people could put up with. And yeah, most of the reputation came about through fault of his own, sure, but it got to him sometimes. It was nice to have someone who enjoyed putting up with him.
——-
Psyching himself up to ask you out might make top ten of the scariest things he’s ever had to do, but he’d do it ten times over again just to watch you nod yes. To feel the way you wrapped your arms around him, moving in his returning hug with that little sway you do when you can’t contain your excitement. God, it really made him feel like something important.
“Y-yeah?” He whispers into your hair, it’s shaky, unsure. It’s nothing like him, yet entirely his truest self. When you nod again, he finds himself letting out a breath of relief, lips turning up into a boyish smile before it’s hidden in your hair again.
“Fuck, I was so scared.” He mutters, chuckling softly. His thumb keeps brushing back and forth on your shoulder before pausing at how you look up at him.
“Your heart’s beating fast.” You point out, grinning.
“Yeah, no shit!”
——-
He has a hard time thinking of life before you. Before you were over all the time, before all the dates that ended with walks home and whispered “I love you’s,” before you were there watching on the sidelines, cheering him on at school events and waiting on the bleachers after school for him to finish training.
What did he do when you weren’t there to cheer him on? To meet him after games and reach up to squeeze his cheeks, to embarrass him in front of everyone by peppering his face with kisses? Did he really just go home? He thinks of that guy, “huh, sad.”
——-
Heaven on earth. That’s what the feeling is.
It turns out, Heaven was warmer than he’d thought. And wet. And slick. And—“f-fuck, tight..!” He groans into your ear as your hips roll down onto him, wet walls enveloping his length and squeezing down before dragging back up again. Every movement of your hips is accompanied by a lewd squelch, the result of your juices and his pre mixing together. It drips down the seam of his balls that begin to smack against you as his hips start to thrust upwards.
“Mmffghh…fuck!” You whimper, the sound making his cock jump as he tenses his stomach, warm hands on your hips guiding you as you fuck. The haze that clouds him is heavy and mind numbing as he processes the way it’s him making you feel good. He drinks up every little whine that falls from your lips and in return gives you his own, his eyebrows scrunched as he edges closer to his climax.
He fucks you harder. The incessant need to claim you as his showing up in the way he holds you against him, an arm wrapped around your waist as he thrusts deep into you, each time giving you a moment to grind yourself against the needy head of his tip buried inside.
“S-so messy—fuck, I love you.” “Please. Please, cum for me.”
“Yeah, yeah, there we go, me too, baby…Hahh..”
And suddenly, you cum with a sharp gasp. Your nails dig into his shoulders while your back arches, and your pretty face is painted with an expression of only pleasure. It’s enough to make him cum. Not long after is it that he’s cumming inside of you, groaning at the thought of his seed coating your gummy walls, at the way it’ll dribble out of you when he eventually pulls out, and how he’ll spread you open again after—make you cum until you’re more than satisfied and too worn out to even claw at the bedsheets.
Because after all, what better way is there to repay the girl who gave him a chance?
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ᣞ ᜓ᛫ ⋆♱ izuku and bakugo dont like brats !
cw: smut, bakudeku x sub!reader, fem!reader, softdom!izuku, harddom!bakugo, dacryphilia, overstim, fingering, spanking, cunnilingus. lmk if i forgot anything :)
a/n: this is my first drabble, lmk if you fw it ;)
𖤓 It wasn’t planned to end up between your two boyfriends on a Saturday night, getting fucked dumb. To be fair, none of this was really your fault. They always told you that you could have anything you wanted, so of course you bought the cutest pair of heels after they already told you no.
That’s how you ended up here, back against Katsuki’s chest while his fingers tugged and pinched at your puffy nipples.
“I-I said I’m sorry,” you whined, feeling him press open-mouthed kisses to your neck as Izuku’s fingers pumped deep into your soaked pussy.
They’d kept you like this for over thirty minutes, refusing to let you cum, the expensive heels still on your feet.
“So messy already,” Izuku murmured, voice soft but firm. “You really want to cum that bad, pretty girl?”
Your hips jerked when he curled his fingers just right. “Yes! p-please, zuku-”
Katsuki’s hand suddenly came down in a sharp slap against your clit, making you cry out.
“Too bad,” he growled. “You don’t get to cum just ‘cause you’re beggin’.”
Izuku kept his pace steady for a moment before he leaned down, replacing his fingers with his mouth. His tongue dragged through your folds before latching onto your swollen clit, sucking gently.
“F-Fuck—! I-I can’t, it’s too much! hic- g’na cum, zuku please!” Fat globs of tears run down your cheeks, bottom lip trembling.
Katsuki gripped your face, forcing you to look at him. “No the fuck you’re not. Brats don’t get to cum.” His tongue laps up your tears with his hand wrapped tightly around your throat.
Izuku pulled back just enough to speak, his voice still soft even as his breath fanned over your clit. “Just a little more, pretty girl. You can take it.”
Your thighs shook as you tried to squirm away, tears brimming in your eyes. “Can’t- s’too much, please-!”
Katsuki slapped your clit again, harsher this time. “Stop whining. You’re not cumming until we say so.”
© sorenellebrair
imagine in a last ditch effort to save humanity you send three people to space and the ONLY fucking person who survives the trip is the one who you gave AMNESIA. so so so funny to me that they went through all this effort and only the amnesiac makes it