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[ishalowkey]

(kinda +18) oneshot w bakugo | another man has started flirting with you

Bakugo wasn’t the sort of man who got jealous of his partner, but there were times when it was impossible not to. And he found it incredibly irritating when other men looked at you while you were standing next to him. "Fuck, do these idiots realise they don’t stand a chance and they won’t get a bite of that sweet treat, even if they drool all over themselves?" he thought to himself, rolling his eyes.

You always attracted the attention of other men, but you didn’t care. Especially as you had such a gorgeous man by your side as Katsuki. So why pay attention to those who wouldn’t even come close to his level? But for Katsuki, things only got worse when you went to events or gatherings where friends had invited you. On those days, you’d try to dress so attractively that he couldn’t take his eyes off you, and his gaze would wander over your figure, already thinking about how quickly you’d go home, how quickly he’d lift you up in his arms and carry you to the bedroom, wanting to tear those revealing clothes off you. And tonight was no exception.

The music in the room was too loud and was pounding against his eardrums. Bakugo irritably adjusted his shirt collar and muttered under his breath, because he’d wanted to spend the evening alone with you, not at some sort of gathering.

“Remind me again, why the fuck are we here at this hellish party?” he grumbled, and you turned your gaze to him, ready to swear that your mouth was watering at the sight of him, his classy black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and trousers that hugged his legs perfectly. What a God! And most importantly, his chest, tightly hugged by the shirt.

"God, why is he built like a god?!" you screamed in your mind. He looked incredibly handsome, but he couldn’t care less about that, because the only thing that mattered to him was the beauty in front of him, that is, you.

“Because Kiri invited us, and it’s polite to come, you know,” you reminded yourself, calming your thoughts as you clasped his arm.

“I don’t give a damn about politeness, you know that. I only came here because you asked so nicely,” he snorted, glancing around the packed hall. “It’s full of noisy idiots. I could be relaxing with you at home right now, instead of all this…”

“You promised,” you teased, pressing yourself against him.

Katsuki clicked his tongue, turning away, though he didn’t pull his arm out of your grip. A faint, barely noticeable blush appeared on the tips of his ears, because the sight of your breasts was already stirring emotions in him that he’d rather have saved for when they got home. "Fine. Don’t go anywhere I won’t be able to see you. I don’t want to spend half the night looking for you when I’m ready to get the hell out of here."

"All right, all right. I’ll just go and get some drinks," you laughed, stepping back. "Stay here. Try not to shout at anyone!"

"Can't promise that," he muttered, folding his arms and leaning his back against the wall.

You headed for the bar at the other end of the room. While you were waiting for the barman to pour a couple of drinks, a stranger moved closer to you. He was tall, handsome, looked like a typical heartthrob, and had a smirk on his face. "It’s a bit crowded in here, isn’t it? So many people..." he asked, resting his elbow on the bar. "Are you hiding here, or just waiting for someone to keep you company?" You rolled your eyes at his tone, as if this guy thinks his sweet voice and light flirting could somehow influence you. “Just picking up my drinks,” you replied politely, taking two glasses. “Oh, yes, I’m already here with someone, thank you.”

The guy didn't get the hint... Idiot. On the contrary, he moved a little closer, pressing you gently against the bar. "Really? Well, whoever he is, he's an idiot for letting a gorgeous woman like you walk around the room on her own. If you were with me, I wouldn’t take my eyes off you for a second.” You sighed, getting ready to tell him off, but then you felt someone press up against you from behind and heard a familiar voice you loved. “Oi,” low and husky, your absolute favourite.

The stranger blinked a few times, looking at the man behind you. “Er, how can I help you, mate?” he asked, trying to sound cool, though his voice was trembling, lol. “You’re standing in my spot,” Katsuki growled, taking a slow step forward, a faint crackle of tiny sparks coming from his palms. “And you’re talking to my woman. So I’m giving you three seconds to get the hell out of here before your pathetic face becomes a Edvard Munch painting of ‘The Scream’. One…”

The lad went pale. “Hey, mate, calm down! I didn’t know!” he stammered, raising his hands in a gesture of appeasement and practically tripping over his own feet as he rushed off into the crowd. “My fault!”

"Yeah, you’d better run, you damn idiot!" Katsuki barked after him. He exhaled sharply, clenching his jaw in irritation, and turned his angry gaze on you, quickly calming down. He snatched one of the glasses from your hands and took a swig of the drink.

“I was managing,” you remarked, trying to suppress a smile. “Managing to attract attention? You’re like honey to them…” He wrapped his arm tightly around your waist, pulling you close. It was a rare (no) public display of tenderness on his part, prompted solely by jealousy and a desire to show that you were his and his alone. “Are you jealous, sweetie?” you teased quietly, looking at him. "Shut up," he snapped, and his face flushed even redder. "I’m not jealous of some random bloke. I just can’t stand watching idiots hitting on the woman who belongs to me." His hand on your waist tightened slightly, pulling you a little closer.

Before you even realised how quickly things had changed, you were already back at home, just as he’d wanted from the start. His muscular body presses yours against the wall, his large hands wandering over the curves of your body. He desperately wants to rip that dress off you, but he’s trying to control himself, stretching out the pleasure for as long as possible

Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. As he inhales, he slips his tongue inside and begins to play with yours, making it hard to breathe so that you can only manage muffled moans and cling to him tighter. Fuck, he could swear that the feel of your breasts pressing against his is absolutely divine, and he already wants to take those sensitive mounds into his mouth.

“Fuck, you have no idea how much I want you right now,” he growled into your ear, kissing your earlobe and gently nibbling the spot behind it, pressing himself as close as possible, literally pushing you against the wall. “I want you too. Very, very much. Seeing you in that shirt and not being able to feel your muscular arm wrap around my neck and your chest pressing against my back... Ah, it was too agonising!” you purred, and the last threads of Bakugo’s self-control went out the window. "All right, since you want it so much, I’ll give it to you."

[ishalowkey]

frat!gojo headcanons | he likes you and now he's trying to hit on you

• How did you become his target? Who knows... maybe he made a bet with someone, but now this guy won't leave you alone... wherever you go, Gojo will be there. EVERYWHERE.

• He has lots of female fans, but among the whole crowd, he looks at you and as you approach him (actually, you're just trying to squeeze through the crowd of girls and go to the office, LOL), he desperately wants to meet you, but can't because of the number of girls.

• While everyone is staring at Gojo, you spend more time with his twin brother (and Armin), who were nerds (just like you, LOL. Three nerds found common ground and are now ready to take over the world with their evil ideas), and now he sometimes complains to you about him, which makes you laugh, and you sometimes use it against Gojo.

• He tries to invite you to his parties, but you always refuse. He's already ready to howl and begs you like a puppy. Just so you'll come to one... he's even ready to get down on his knees.

• You had a small part-time job at a café, and he went there with his friend Eren every day. EVERY DAY. Just to see you. Once, he decided to write his number on a cup and brought it to you at the counter, winked and left. He thought you would see the number, but you thought he was some kind of idiot and threw it away.

"SHE THREW IT AWAY..." He whined to Eren.

"I would have thrown it away too."

"YOU'RE NOT HELPING!"

• When you close your locker, he immediately appears, leans on his arm and asks you out on a date.

"I'm free today. We can spend the evening together."

And you're just like, "What the hell..." and you leave. Quickly. VERY QUICKLY. And he's already getting ready to run after you.

"I WON'T LET YOU GO WITHOUT AN ANSWER!"

"NOOOOO!!"

• In the end, he asks his brother for help while they are sitting in the library with Armin discussing a project. Both young future scientists look at him and say in unison, "You don't stand a chance." At that moment, he felt like he had shattered like glass. IT WAS BRUTAL.

• He was already ready to sing under your window. But you immediately opened it and threw a textbook at him.

"What are you doing, you fool?"

"Singing a love serenade that comes from my heart."

"WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT?"

"LOVE."

"WHAT THE HELL, GOJO!"

• Then he moved on to the action phase when Eren told him about the game "Seven Minutes in Heaven" and now he is determined to be locked in a closet or room with you. THE ONLY QUESTION IS HOW TO DO IT?

• Now he's asking his brother for help... because you spend a lot of time with him, so he KNOWS how to approach you. Bro reluctantly agreed and now he has a plan. It worked, and now you're at a party and quietly telling him about the incident with the unicorn underpants (nerd bro, thanks for the dirt) and now he looks like he's been doused with water. BUT THEN THE BOTTLE POINTED AT YOU AND YOU WENT INTO THE CLOSET FOR SEVEN MINUTES

Gojjo looks at you, you look at him

"Basically, I like you."

"I like myself too, Gojo. You have good taste."

"...I really, really like you."

"I know."

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

"No."

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, SAY YES!"

• After that, he became more active in his courtship. Gone was the childishness that was there at first. Now there was a man who wanted to win over the girl he liked.

• It was too comical that Gojo Satoru, a member of the brotherhood, slightly arrogant, sarcastic, and so on, was acting like a longing and desperate guy because a girl rejected him for the first time in his life. hayaya! FINALLY!

• In the end, he got what he wanted, and when he saw you in your dress (prom!), his jaw almost dropped, and he was ready to swear that this was no ordinary girl, but a goddess.

[ishalowkey]

Hiii! I loved your demon AU katsuki fic will you ever consider doing an Izuku one!

OH MY . i haven't thought about it, but if i have any ideas, i'll definitely do it!

[ishalowkey]

demon!katsuki bakugo & fem!reader headcanons / with nsfw part

• It all started with a harmless joke. Out of boredom, you and your friends decided to look up some spells for summoning demons. Of course, none of you believed in it, because it's just fiction. It couldn't possibly be real. But after that meeting, strange things started happening in your house. It became too cold, and your sixth sense told you that someone was in the house, but in reality you didn't see anyone.

• But over time, you got tired of it and just enjoyed the coolness while it was hot outside, and you stopped worrying that someone was watching you because you checked every corner of the house and found nothing. Your self-preservation instinct was 100% off.

• But the strangest thing was that you started seeing the same guy in your dreams. A white-haired man with a muscular build. Damn, he's too good-looking. In these dreams, you didn't even talk, he just watched you as you wandered the streets (it was always a so-called lucid dream).

• Seeing such beauty in your dreams, you became curious whether there was a man like that in real life, because our dreams always show us the faces of people we have seen, and they can even be random passers-by. So you thought you had already seen him.

• And, luckily for you, you met. But not in some café, not on the street, BUT IN YOUR LIVING ROOM. The man was sprawled out on the sofa, lazily flipping through a magazine. "Oh, you're finally back," he said, looking at you over his shoulder. "I've waited too long, we need to get down to busi-" He didn't have time to finish because you threw a frying pan at him. "WHO ARE YOU? HOW DID YOU GET INTO MY HOUSE?!" Grabbing the first thing that came to hand (a mop), you glared at him, ready to strike. He laughed and threw a scroll in your face. "You tied me to yourself and now you're acting like this? Is there something wrong with your brain?"

• You opened the scroll. "Is this a contract?" You looked at him. "Listen to me, you brat, I'm calling the police and I'm going to beat you with a mop!" When you swung at him, he immediately revealed his true form, and at the sight of it, you... fainted.

• You stared at the ceiling while he stood next to you, and you lay in your bedroom with a frown on your face. "Don't frown, or you'll look even worse than you do now." He laughed at his own remark, and you looked at him. "So... you're a demon." He nodded. "I made a contract with you when I was having fun with the girls..." He nodded. "And now we're bound." He nodded. "And now you'll be with me?" He nodded. "STOP NODDING, SAY SOMETHING," he rolled his eyes, "I am Katsuki Bakugo. A magnificent demon, and now I am bound to some mortal... Life is playing a cruel joke on me."

• You thought that living with a demon would be terrible, but in reality, it turned out to be paradise. Since you are bound by a contract and he must obey your orders, you told him to become your housekeeper, and it was the best decision of your life. "Get out or get a job and pay rent."

"I'll live on the street."

"I have a lot of new frying pans. Don't give me any of that nonsense and clean up."

"Fine."

• Bakugo didn't understand you at all. That is, you live with a demon, you made a contract with him, he will take your soul in the future, and you behave as if he is your boyfriend, personal chef, cleaner and driver. WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" he shouted indignantly.

"Oh, God, be honest, who wouldn't panic when they have such a beautiful housekeeper at their disposal? And a demon at that! It's literally a clichéd fanfic where we're the main characters! I like it."

Bakugo at that moment literally:

• But, surprisingly, he liked it. He stepped away from the hustle and bustle of his world and now he is with you 24/7 in peace and quiet. What more could you want? So he began to study all kinds of human things, and the first were romantic films. After watching each one, he literally ordered you to repeat with him everything that was shown on the screen.

You at this moment:

• Then he discovered that you didn't have a boyfriend. "Why do you live alone and not with some youngster?" To which he always received the answer, "I'm not interested in that," and this ignited Bakugo's fuse. "Then I'll be the one you'll be interested in!" He said this proudly, but you rejected him. "No, thank you. Double it and pass it on to someone else."

• But who could stop Katsuki? For him, it was just fun. Until the time came. At first, you didn't want to go on a date with him, but he literally dragged you along, and you caught yourself thinking that you liked it. So you started going for quiet walks almost every day, so that you could relax and he could get the experience he had seen in films. But it played a cruel joke on you. He's a demon, you're a human, and you absolutely cannot fall in love with each other, but with each passing day, with each conversation, with each secret revealed, you both began to warm up to each other, and it grew into affection.

• In the end, fleeting kisses became too precious, and he went lower, his hands reaching under your shirt and shamelessly groping you. Bakugo is very tactile when you're alone, and sometimes it seems like he's too greedy and too needy.

"Bakugo, you're too pushy." You tried to pull him away from you, but he still pressed too close, refusing to back off. "No way. In my long life, you're the only one I want so badly and can't get enough of."

•Bakugo has become too impatient, too longing when you're not at home and you spend half the day at work.

"Quit your job. I'm immortal, I have so many treasures that you won't have to work for the rest of your life."

• Now Bakugo insists on sharing your bed. Your bed is now his bed, and he doesn't hesitate to press himself against you even on hot summer days, when his temperature is so high that it feels like you're in an oven.

• Bakugo has two forms. One is human, and the other is his true, demonic form with horns, which you pull closer to you when he licks you, and a tail that literally wraps around your waist when you're on all fours and he quickly enters you.

• He loves sex when he's in his true form. He's bigger, he's wider, and he literally covers you completely. You grab onto him as he continues his slow and smooth movements, your nails leaving crescent marks on his strong skin, and it excites him so much that he's ready to take you, take you, and take you again until you both can't take it anymore.

• Bakugo loves being inside you so much that it doesn't end with just activities at night, in the morning, or outside. He wants to sit you on his lap with his cock deep inside you while he plays video games and doesn't let you move, pressing down lightly with his weight. He loves your futile attempts to wriggle, to get at least some friction, while he restrains himself from the sensation of your walls squeezing him as tightly as possible.