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"baby, what the fuck are these?"
walking into the bathroom, you see your boyfriend yuji holding up the new box of condoms you had purchased for him the other day.
you glance at the backside of the box, then back at him. "uh, it's a box of condoms? you're supposed to put them on before we have sex so that–"
"i know what they do, dummy." he flips the box around, showing you the frontside. "i'm asking why these ones."
you take a step forward. "what, you don't like the brand? i mean i kind of picked the first one i saw so.. i didn't know condom brands were so important to you."
yuji lifts his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, then running that same hand over his face with a defeated sigh.
"no no, i'm talking about the size you bought, babe."
your arms cross over your chest. "the size? what wrong with it?"
he huffs, clearly flustered. "you got extra small."
a deafening silence engulfs the bathroom.
"...and the problem?"
yuji's eyes widen as he slams the box down onto the counter, causing some of the other miscellaneous items to jump up. "BABE. YOU GOT EXTRA SMALL. I'M NOT AN EXTRA SMALL?!????"
unable to contain yourself, you glance down at his crotch, dramatically squinting your eyes before looking back at him. then, with all the nonchalance you can muster, you give him a half-shrug.
"i dunno. it seemed like it'd fit when i looked at the picture."
your boyfriend was appalled. did his own girlfriend seriously think that he was an EXTRA small?? not even a regular small? EXTRA SMALL????
"you've got to be joking. are you fucking with me? if so, you're not funny."
you walked over to where he was standing and looked down at the box, trying not to chuckle.
"i don't see the problem? you're complaining about the size, but have you even tried to put one on?" you drop your arms, placing one hand on your hip.
he stares at you. "no i haven't, because i'll just be opening the box for nothing and then you won't be able to return it."
"return it? yuji why would i need to–"
"is this my fault?" he questions, placing two fingers on his chin to think deeply. "have i not been fucking you correctly? do i feel small to you? because i swear that's not what you tell me. you always say that it's too much."
your face heats up. embarrassed by his lack of filter, you decide it's time to end the joke. "yuji, i–"
"or–!" he (unfortunately) starts again. "is this your way of saying you wanna go raw? i mean, we've been together long enough... if that's what you want, then i'm happy to listen!"
"yu–"
he closes the gap between you two, his hands settling on your waist. "it's okay baby. from today onward, i promise that we can go raw."
you stare at him, almost speechless. "yu... that's not what i was–"
your words fall on his deaf grandpa ears. he was already determined to fulfill your every sexual wish. you sigh, placing your hands on his wrists.
"yuji, honey, i was just playing with you. the real ones are in my–"
"shhhh." he gently tucks your hair behind your ear, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.
"don't worry love, there's no need to be embarrassed. i got the hint, so i'll make sure to not wear one tonight!"
oh, for the love of god.
a/n: i kept seeing smau's of the reader purposely buying their s/o the wrong condom size so i wanted to write abt it😇 hmo on silly modulo yuji guys...👀 i believe that yuji before his friends started dying never lost his spark and and continued to act the same as always🫶🏾 (i promise ill lock in and write him fr next time...)
fyi, this is my first post on this new acct👀
Rose Garden Dreams; Torn At The Seams
Pairing: FireLord!Zuko x RoyalAdvisor!Reader
Content: contrary to popular belief, the fire lord can't have everything he wants. however, even he’d admit that what he wanted was troublesome in itself, which is why he forces himself to be okay with having you by his side as his advisor. [tw: MDNI, angst/fluff/smut, apothecary diaries coded, so much yearning and longing, porn with plot, there is no power imbalance he’s afraid of your father, zuko’s a little shit tho, we’re already married in his head] wc: 4.8k
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“You want me to do your hair?”
His lips twitch, fighting back a smile. “Yes, precisely.”
You sigh as you step into the man’s chambers, walking up to the vanity that’s more fitting for a queen, in your opinion. If only people saw this side of the fire lord. Zuko, the pretty boy. He has zero insecurities over the scar his tyrant of a father left on his face, but he’d faint at the sight of seeing too much hair shed on the marble floors of his bathhouse.
“When you decide to have me summoned like this, do you ever wonder, hm— what would her father think?” you ask as you grudgingly pick up the boar bristle brush and begin to brush his hair.
“I do,” he dryly responds. “I like the way you do your hair, though, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell on me. You wouldn’t want me getting in trouble, right?”
Zuko might be the fire lord, but he still has to watch his relationships with the other clans in this nation— especially with a certain hot-headed strategist that just so happens to be your father. You can only imagine his outburst upon learning that his daughter is playing with the lord's hair, rather than playing your role as his advisor.
☆ The Stargirl ☆
I've seen people of Twitter dressing her up in cute little outfits and I just can't resist!
Shibuya Incident
just imagine satoru being on a work trip. bro's only been gone for 3 days at most when you start getting the insatiable desire to be stuffed full of him. the scheduled good night calls and his gruff, sleepy voice over the phone does not help at all.
then you're looking at pictures of you two, greatful that satoru feels the need to document everything. and i mean everything . the mirror pic of you sitting in his lap in nothing but a thong, his hands gripping your almost bare ass, and that nastyyy manspread of his.
you were fully turned on with no way to satify yourself. like damn, you went from using your hands, then a rose toy and finally gave up bc the purple dildo that sat in the depths of your drawer was doing nothing to bring you to your climax. all those people advertising these products were fucking liars. "makes you come in 5 minutes" my ass.
so now you layed there, half naked, sore from trying all kinds of things. but truth be told. nothing could compare to your boyfriend (as he had so boldy stated– and proven multiple times– when you were in the sex shop wanting to buy the latest trend. yeah the rose toy wasn't shit.)
to your surprise, satoru came home early the next day and oh boy, what a dilemma that was. he almosts laughs at your hunched over and limping state after you literally jumped his bones at the door, the uncomfortable ache between your thighs immediately turning into the heated daze you felt the night prior.
but, satoru, being the little bitch he is, first wanted to know why there was a display of sex toys on the bathroom counter from where you had cleaned them. he'd be damned if he got replaced by a fucking silicone toy.
and to add to your misfortune, he refused to rearrange your guts the moment you explained your activities, bc you were still sore and he actually loves the shit out of you so he doesn't wanna hurt you further. y'all settle for a nice hot bath and some well deserved cuddles afterwards.
(oh and you're definitely not living this down anytime soon, satoru will repeatedly prove the reason why those toys do in fact, belong in the trash. after you heal ofc– which is like 24 hours later.)
i am so horrendously down bad for this man. im working on a longer version of this but i havent written in so long idk.
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been rewatching jjk and renewed my absolute feral obsession with the man called satoru gojo.
like fuccccck i need that 😭
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the concept of… making katsuki say your name every time he does a push-up.
I COULD’VE SWORN THIS WAS A TREND AT ONE POINT !
timeskip bf!bakugo x gf!fem!reader suggestive ?
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he doesn’t even realize you’re there at first.
the training room smells like heat and metal and that sharp, familiar ozone that always clings to him after a workout. katsuki’s on the floor, shirt already tossed somewhere careless, palms planted, back straight, muscles tight like he was built for discipline alone. sweat slides down his spine in slow lines, catching in the grooves of muscle as he lowers himself again.
one. two. three.
you linger by the doorway, quiet, watching the way his shoulders flex, the way his jaw tightens every time he pushes back up. he exhales hard through his nose, clearly annoyed with something—maybe himself, maybe the number he hasn’t hit yet.
“you always look so serious when you train,” you say lightly.
he startles—barely—but you catch it. that split second hitch before he glances back at you, scowling.
“the hell are you starin’ for?”
you shrug, stepping closer, sitting cross-legged on the mat like you belong there, like you always do.
“just watching.”
he snorts and drops back down without another word, “sure, whatever,” his arms trembling just slightly as he keeps going. the sound of his breathing fills the room now—deep, controlled, rough around the edges.
that’s when the idea hits you, the sound of how his voice sounds mid push-up.
“you should say my name,” you say suddenly.
he freezes mid-push, glaring sideways at you like you’ve lost your mind.
“what?”
“every push-up,” you clarify, smile sweet, eyes bright. “say my name.”
his brows knit together. “that’s stupid.”
“okay,” you say easily. “then don’t.”
you don’t push, you just lean back on your hands and watch him again, eyes following the way his triceps tense when he lowers himself once more.
five seconds pass.
then, through clenched teeth— “…you’re annoyin’,”but he doesn’t stop. instead, he drops down again, pushes back up.. and says your name.
it’s rough, low, like it’s being dragged out of him against his will.
your stomach flips and you don’t say anything, just hum softly, clearly pleased, and he shoots you a look that’s all confusion and concerned. his breathing gets heavier as he keeps going, sweat dripping from his jaw now, arms shaking just a little more with every rep.
each time, your name comes out different.
sometimes sharp.
sometimes breathless.
sometimes almost—almost—moaned and strained.
by the time he hits his last one, he collapses back onto his heels, chest heaving, staring at the floor like he’s deciding whether to murder you or pull you closer.
“…you happy?” he mutters.
you smile, slow and soft.
“very!”
he finally looks up at you then, eyes dark, unreadable, something simmering underneath.
“now leave me alone with your little.. random ideas.” he says, voice low.
you stand, leaning down just close enough for him to feel your presence again.
“worth it,” you whisper.
ɴᴀʜ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᯓ★ 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰
✮ 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. Katsuki Bakugo X Fem!Reader
✮ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆. Denki has taken an interest in you but decides to ask Bakugo if you two are really together, when he says no Denki decides to shoot his shot only for Bakugo to shut it down.
⭑ ᶜʷ. none
Knowing Katsuki Bakugo for as long as you have made others realize he treated you differently then others.
If someone else tried to eat off his plate he would nearly blow their head off, but if you did? He’d scoff and grumble but subtly push it towards you.
If someone else hugged him, they’d end up in a body cast but you? He’d give you a solid five seconds before squirming out of your grasp.
Small things that others have seemed to pick up leading to the rumor of you two dating. Neither of you went out of your way to shut down the rumor but if someone asked you’d tell them no…no matter how many times they asked.
It wasn’t like that.
So when Denki caught wind of this, he decided to shoot his shot.
Everyone was off doing their own thing by now, studying, training, maybe relaxing yet Denki decided to corner Bakugo in the kitchen.
“So…I heard you two aren’t actually together…is that true?” He asked, leaning against the counter. Bakugo sighed and turned to look at him.
“No, we’re not, why do you care dunceface?” Bakugo’s eye twitched, an unsettling feeling spreading in his chest.
“Just wanted to make sure she wasn’t taken so I could ask her out” Denki smirked, taking a step out of the kitchen before he could deal with Bakugo's reaction.
Bakugo could feel his fingers twitch at his side, begging to blow something up or maybe punch Denki. But how could he? You weren’t his and he wasn’t yours, Denki had every right to ask you out but that wasn’t something Bakugo could come to terms with.
And before he knew it was was walking out of the kitchen towards your room where he saw Denki had just reached and was beginning to knock on the door. Just as the door started to open Bakugo reached out and shoved Denki aside, his face flushed a shade of red and his heart pounding.
“Go out with me.” His words were more of a demand then an ask but that was in typical fashion of Bakugo.
“Oh- like…on a date?” You asked, still getting over the confusion of seeing Bakugo basically body slam Denki onto the floor just seconds ago.
“Yes you idiot, on a date” He grumbled out, arms crossed but his gaze finding the floor instead of you.
“I’d love to” you said simply, smiling widely at him.
“Good, tomorrow night, six p.m” He huffed out and then turned and stomped away, dragging Denki with him.
Yeah, it was definitely like that.
ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. enjoy!
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. 432 words
the recent episodes really made me pick up my tablet huh
bakugo and your son hates when you two are fighting
you’re in the kitchen, arguing playfully about whose turn it is to do the dishes. “it’s your damn turn, woman, i cooked!”
“you always cook, katsuki, you literally won’t let anyone else near the stove!”
“’cause you burn rice! who the hell burns rice?!”
“you’re so dramatic—”
and then there’s this tiny voice from the doorway. hesitant and almost fragile. “um. mommy? daddy? please don’t fight?”
you both freeze. bakugo turns so fast you swear his neck cracks. your little boy is standing there in his pajamas, clutching his stuffed dynamight plush like it’s a shield, his lip trembling.
“baby,” you say softly, crossing the room to kneel in front of him, “we’re not fighting.”
his big eyes blink up at you, uncertain. “but you were yelling.”
behind you bakugo just deflates. all that explosive energy drains right out of him. he walks over, crouches down beside you. his voice turns careful and quiet as if he’s holding glass. “hey, kiddo,” he murmurs, “we don’t hate each other, okay? mommy and me… we just talk loud.” the boy still looks shy, so bakugo sighs, leans over, and presses a kiss to your temple. “see? she’s my favorite person.”
“and he’s mine,” you add, smiling softly at both of them.
your son stares for a moment and then nods, like he’s decided to believe it. “okay,” he whispers.
bakugo picks him up easily, tucking the small body against his chest. “c’mere, little man,” he says quietly. “next time we get too loud, you tell us to shut up, yeah?”
“you always say i can’t say shut up,” the boy says against his shoulder.
bakugo’s mouth twitches. “you can if it’s to me.”
you’re trying not to laugh, because your big, fierce husband is now holding his soft little boy like he’s the most precious thing on earth. you swear, when bakugo presses a kiss to that tiny head, he whispers something that sounds an awful lot like my best boy.
OMGGG SO CUTEEEEE
It starts with an offhand comment.
Somebody in class, probably Mina (because who else would stir things up before lunch) mentions Valentine's day being around the corner.
“Ugh, I already know I'm gonna be broke,” she groans, stretching across her desk. “So many people to get chocolates for… friends, classmates, crushes…”
Her eyes land on Bakugou.
“What about you, hothead? expecting a mountain of them this year?”
He scoffs, not even looking up from his notes. “Don’t care. And no.”
Mina gasps, feigning offense. “Come on, none? Not even, like, pity chocolates?”
His pen stops moving. “Why the hell would i want people givin’ me pity sweets?”
That earns a few laughs from the class. Kirishima tries to lighten the mood, clapping Bakugou's back. “It's ‘cause you scare everyone off, bro!”
Bakugou shrugs him off, muttering, “Whatever.”
You’re a few rows back, just another classmate. Close enough to hear the exchange, far enough to know he wouldn’t notice your stare.
And yet… the idea of him never getting a single Valentine’s chocolate sticks in your mind longer than it should.
A week later, you end up sitting across from him in the campus library. it’s not planned, you both just happen to claim the same big table during midterms. He grunts a quiet “tch” but doesn’t tell you to move, so you take that as permission.
For a while, there’s only the sound of pages flipping and pens scratching. Until you speak up.
“Hey, you doing anything on Valentine's Day?”
He stills, pen hovering mid-sentence. “…The hell kinda question is that?”
You grin a little. “Relax, it’s not a confession. Just thought, there’s that new movie showing that Friday. Figured since we’re both single and stressed, we could go.”
He looks at you for a second too long, eyes narrow like he’s trying to figure out if you’re joking.
“Tch. Like I care about that dumb day.”
“So… that’s a no?”
He exhales, sharp but not unfriendly. “...fine. Whatever.”
You smile. “Great. I'll buy the tickets.”
You smile to yourself. it’s not a yes of enthusiasm, but it’s a yes nonetheless.
The theater is packed with couples, hands intertwined, cheap bouquets everywhere. Bakugou looks vaguely disgusted by the whole thing.
“Didn’t realize it’d be a damn zoo,” he mutters.
You laugh, adjusting your scarf. “We'll be the counterbalance. Two unattached people watching explosions.”
That earns a quiet huff that might’ve been a laugh if he wasn’t trying so hard to hide it.
At the snack counter, he pays for the popcorn (“i ain’t lettin’ you waste your money”), and you grab a bar of chocolate. When you hand him the receipt, he nods toward the candy.
“That for you?”
“Yeah. gotta have something sweet with my salt.”
“Gross,” he says, questioning the combination of.
You shrug and tear it open once you’re seated. “You want some?”
“Nah. Hate sweet stuff.”
You slip the other half of the chocolate in his pocket anyway when his eyes are fixed on the screen.
And that’s it. No grand gesture, no implication.
But days later, when he empties his pockets and finds the torn movie ticket practically fused with the half-melted chocolate bar, a scoff escapes him– followed by a small, reluctant smile.
Because that chocolate, casual and unassuming, ends up being his first valentine’s chocolate after all.
Even if neither of you realized it then.
guys i know its nowhere near valentines day but i wrote ts in the moment, let me have it 😭 pt 2??
Guys some of you have been requesting more bsf!bakugou content and I am here for it!! I'm just putting together ideas atm. I am currently working on 2 longer multiple part bkg fics so pls bare w me
love ya! (LMAO I LOVE TALKING LIKE IM A CELEBRITY AND HAVE A FANBASE)
bakugou wanted to taste the new lip gloss he got for you. his softened eyes follow your gentle swiping movements on your lips. the words spill out before he can stop them.
“lemme taste it, baby,” he rasped, tilting your head to face him.
you smiled, closing the distance between you two. the kiss—if you can even call it that—was quick. too quick for bakugou’s liking.
when you pull away from him, he licks his lips, crimson eyes never leaving yours. then he smirked, lazy and boyish. his stubborn dimple appeared on his cheek. “didn’t taste shit,” he murmured. “c’mere.”
and then you guys are making out. teeth clashing, fingers tangled in hair, heavy breathing. you can feel him smiling into the kiss as his hands roamed your body. this was all part of his plan. you knew he was lying about not tasting anything. you guys pull apart, and he’s like, “too sweet,” and scowls.
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