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Hairbrush!Satoru. That's it. MDNI.
Hairbrush!Satoru who is cursed to be well, a hairbrush for all eternity or at least until someone falls in love with him and breaks the curse.
Hairbrush!Satoru who lay abandoned in a drawer of a vintage vanity, decaying in the corner of an antique store, surrounded by the smell of wet wood and dust.
Hairbrush!Satoru who squints his eyes at the sudden burst of light in the drawer, barely even registering the soft hand clasping around his handle.
It's easy to wander off in a store that seems to be filled to the brim with your wishlist, what's not easy is filling over the tag to read an amount that's have your rent.
The vanity before you is ethereal, albeit a little dusty and worn down with age, you don't even bother looking at it's tag, opting to peek into the drawers instead, maybe you'll find something worth it's price.
Empty upon empty drawer, until it isn't, dull thud echoes as a hairbrush rolls forward, pristine white with light blue swirls painted on the back, thin bristles, translucent white and utterly soft to touch, you aren't even sure what hair types it's suited for.
You slide the drawer close, fingers tracing the wooden carving before looking back at the hairbrush in your hand, the only thing that you can afford to buy at the moment.
"Guess you are coming home with me."
It would be embarassing to walk around the store for 20 minutes and not purchase anything, anyways.
Hairbrush!Satoru who stares at you in utter awe, watching as he leaves the store tucked in a pretty little paper bag, leaving behind everything and everyone he came to know.
Hairbrush!Satoru who is delighted to be an accessory on your desk, nudged between your make-up and jewellery stand; who can't help but have hope bloom in his chest.
Hairbrush!Satoru who, for days watch you go through your morning routine, barely even glancing his way, fingers occasionally brushing against him when you nudged him aside to get your hand cream.
Hairbrush!Satoru who can only hope to be chosen by you again, can only hope that his curse is broken soon.
Hairbrush!Satoru who feels your warm hands on himself in the middle of the night, puffs of breath against his back as you press him against your chest, heart beating loudly.
Your intentions are evident when he feels you wrap your lips around the tip of the handle, lathering him with spit, making him glisten in the dim light of the room.
Cheeks hollowing around the shaft as you teased your clit, eyes closing shut.
Hairbrush!Satoru who is utterly blissed out, surrounded by the warm heat of your mouth, feeling every single hollowing of your cheeks, quivering at the quick swirls of your tongue.
Hairbrush!Satoru who watches as you sit against your dresser, brush firmly pressed against your spasming entrance, eyes locked on the reflection ahead.
Soft white bristles of the brush tickling your clit with every thrust, carved wooden handle grinding deliciously against your insides, the thick middle portion stretching your entrance with every thrust.
You aren't even coherent anymore, lost in the way you pleasured yourself, barely able to meet your own eyes in the reflection, looking utterly debauched, t-shirt tucked under your chin, pussy grooling all over the hairbrush, handle sticky and glossy with your slick.
Pulling it out, you rub the tip of the handle against your clit, teasing yourself as your walls spasmed around nothing.
Hairbrush!Satoru who can feel your clit pulse against the tip, hoping you'd press the handle harder against your bud, torture and tease yourself for him, lather him entirely with your slick.
Hairbrush!Satoru who prays to be back in his human form watching as you tire yourself out, poor thing, unable to even properly edge yourself, helplessly succumbing to yet another orgasm, thick, sticky cream coating the handle of the brush.
Turning to your side, you melt into the mattress, legs weak and shaky to even consider cleaning up yourself at the moment.
You lay there, drifting in and out of sleep, handle of the hairbrush still nudged inside your walls, except it feels much thicker and much warmer against your walls and definitely throbbing with a pulse... What?
You did fell in love with that hairbrush.
Dividers by: @/diviniyae 💖✨
All characters are adults 18+ MDNI
The bells on your anklets make Bakugou's dick hard.
You and Bakugou have been dating for almost a year now. Taking things slow and all.
He didn't really notice the bells because you always wore your hero suit or formal wear, but now that the two of you have moved in together, they have become more prominent. You had been working in the kitchen, chopping up fruits for him while talking. But all Bakugou was thinking about the little tinkles as your feet moved around. It's reminded him of all the times they jingled.
Especially during having sex together. Everytime the bells jingle, Bakugou's mind goes back to the image of folding your thighs till your knees are squishing your breasts and the ankles are jingling right next to his ears.
Your pretty moans almost loud enough to drown out the clinking. The visual image of your teary eyes, as they try to focus on his. The desperation with which you clawed his hands because his thumb was relentless on your clit. The way you tried to press against his belly because he was in too deep.
Or the way your tight little pussy was the opposite. Gooey and tight, each pulse of your cunt seemed to hold him on place. Creamy little rings at the base of his cock, as if to mark him as her own. Squelching with each thrust.
Throbbing little clit, peeking from under the hood. Red and pulsing too.
The image of you cuming around his cock, eyes rolling back, toes curling, fingernails digging into his back. You tilting your head to the side and moaning his name, begging for a little kiss.
The jingle of your anklets, when Bakugou's finally let's go of your thighs and limply rests them on the mattress.
"..Suki..Suki..Babe you like apples that much, huh?", you teased while settling down a tray of fruits and glancing at him.
"what..?" Bakugou questioned you, still a little dazed.
You looked down and he followed, only to see his cock tenting his sweats and oozing pre.
You placed your fingers on his sticky tip and asked "what got you all wet, Suki?"
"the anklets babe, little jingles make my dick hard. Want them ringing in my ears babe" Bakugou replied, while leaning back letting you play with his dick.
So far, so close.
"When will you be bac—" Your voice is abruptly cut off, speaker screeching before you are back on the screen, nose scrunched as you try and fail to balance it on the cabinet.
Bakugou sighed, eyes endearingly tracing the shape of your face, even pixelated, "Few more weeks, we've go—" He leans over, fiddling with the confusing switches of the hotel room, hoping to find the one that turns off the bedside lamp, "we've got to make sure threat is cleared before flying back home."
He sees you nod your head, fingers smoothening out the wrinkles on the face mask you've been trying to apply, "Miss you so much, Babe."
He can feel the physical ache settling in his chest at the prospect of waiting for weeks to be back home, back with you.
"Miss you too." You muttered, wiping your hands before reaching for the phone, holding it close to your face to truly admire your boyfriend, uncaring that his view is nothing but your blurry forehead and at most your left ear, "It's so quiet without you, I miss your cooking too, you know."
"I know Babe, you finished all the meals I prepared for you?" He asked, trying to make himself comfortable in the rough sheets when you slide into bed, your side full of his pillows. "Yeah I did, ate them all on time too."
"That's my good girl." He praised, grinning as you preened over his words, "What have you been eating now?"
You glanced to the side, pretending to have not heard him, pulling loose threads from your blanket. "Just stuff."
Bakugou quirked his brow, straightening up slightly, thumb absentmindedly tracing the screen along your cheek, "Babe, what have you been eating, come on tell me."
Sighing loudly, you replied, "Made fried rice yesterday, they weren't as good as yours though," he hummed in response, waiting for you to continue, "Ma came by on Wednesday with chicken cutlet and curry too."
It warmed Bakugou's heart to know that his parents got along with you so well, felt at peace knowing that they'd take care of you whilst he was away.
"What about you, are they feeding you good?" You questioned, bringing the phone back towards your face, eyes scanning his figure, once again giving him a beautiful view of your forehead.
"Yeah, it's alright here." He mumbled, smiling softly as you fiddled with the face mask, probably itching to get it off as you grew sleepier, "Still doesn't hit like home though."
You hummed, eyes droopy as you pulled covers closer, "They can't burn cereal to perfection like me."
That pulled a snort out of him, cheeks achey with how much he smiled in the past hour, "I still have no idea what you were trying to achieve."
"Was taking creative liberties," you grinned along with him, eyes twinkling in the dim light of your bedroom, "it back fired."
"It did."
It's quiet for a moment, both of you staring at the bright screen, hoping you were closer than the pixelated image.
"You sleepy?" Bakugou yawned, watching you peel of the face mask, before tossing it in the trash, hands rubbing the leftover serum.
You nodded your head, settling the phone between the headboard and your pillow, "Facetime till we fall asleep?"
"Always."
Dividers by: @/diviniyae 💖✨
Kenjiro Tsuda x Nanami Kento 🐱
Part 1
Thirst tweets duo.
Mr. and Mrs. Dynamight read thrist tweets.
"You know, this will only air after pr approval, right?" Bakugou tries to be the rational one, level headed, the one that thinks before they speak, because for the first time, he's with someone with a bigger record of well, unfiltered-ness.
"It'll be as appropriate as a thirst tweet video can be." You don't bother looking at him, cheekily winking at the camera instead, cherry red nails tapping against the table.
Bakugou sighed, despite it a grin spread on his lips, "This is Bakugou Katsuki, here for an updated review of the stuff you post online."
"And this is his wifey , here to add personal input." You grinned at him, eyes lingering on his bare chest peeking through his collar.
"She's already distracted." Bakugou laughed out loud, certainly more open and at ease than his solo interview.
Instead of shying away, you turned back to the camera, "Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't do the same." You crudely gestured at his chest, making a motion of groping, "Big breasted men have always been a weakness of mine."
"Man." Bakugou raised his index finger, "Singular, it's me."
You shake your head, chuckling lightly as you reach for the box containing slips of comments, pulling the first one out.
Comment no. 23
By @/lookingather.
"Dynamight's wife once mentioned their affinity for public sex, do you think it's possible for me to ever find their used condom somewhere?"
Bakugou stared at the camera in utter disbelief, "With the way that comment started, I didn't think it'd take such turns."
He turns to look at you, eyes squinting in suspension as you twirled the paper between your fingers.
The camera shifted to your face, soft smile gracing your lips, "It's not possible." You shrugged your shoulders, answering the rhetorical question the comment asked, smiling innocently before continuing, "We don't use cond—"
"Next one!"
Comment no. 12
By @/ballsfullofnitroglycerin.
"Mr. and Mrs. Dynamight looked so good tonight at the hero's award ceremony, all I could think about was them exploring each other's bodies after the show."
Bakugou read the second one out loud, completely cutting you off, ignoring as you cackled loudly beside him. "—exploring each other's body—"
"—we certainly did." You chimed, leaning over to wrap your arms around his shoulders, "before and after the show, I have photo—"
"You are supposed to react to the comments," He puffed his cheeks, feeling slightly shy at your confidence, "You'll worsen the impact on these people."
"The only impact I'll worsen is the one on your chee—"
The entire clip is beeped out, before new take is started, crowd laughing loudly in the background, someone wheezing out their left lung.
"Cut that entire section." Bakugou gestured to the director, shaking his head as you looked at him in disbelief, "We'll be banned Babe, that's too inappropriate."
"You didn't even deny getting your che—"
The clip is cut again.
Comment no. 32
By @/leftatfamilymart.
"Do you think Dynamight's wife will take me as her pet, if I bark enough?"
#pickmechosemeloveme
"He doesn't let me take in strays." You pouted, fiddling with the strip of paper in your hand, peeking at him innocently, "Even though he got a stray kitty last year."
Someone from the production team quipped, "Why don't you, Dynamight?"
He looked between you and the staff, "We are talking about taking in a grown adult, right?" He tucked the paper from your hands, unrolling it, "Leftatfamilymart, first of all I am sorry about your abandonment and second of all do lurk around family mart in Musutafu, she will take you in."
Camera pans to you, grinning mischievously.
Comment no. 124
By @/lookingforlove.
"Gonna be honest with y'all, Mrs. Dynamight has got pretty suckable toes, this isn't even coming from a place of degeneracy, I just feel like they need to be sucked, at least thrice a week.
I hope Mr. Dynamight sucks them."
"Not coming from a place of degeneracy?" Bakugou raised his eyebrow in judgement, clearly unimpressed, "Seems pretty dege—"
"You're jealous, someone out there is going to suck my toes."
"Someone out there is going to suck my toes." He repeated your words, hands raised, middle and forefingers curling to form air quotes, "Do you not realise how scary that sounds."
"Pro-hero Dynamight, finding real threats in the wild." You mocked, hand placed on your forehead as you pretended to scan the crowd, laughing along the production team.
"Lookingforlove you better sleep with one eye open, I am watching you." Bakugou joked, reaching for the box of comments.
You looked at him sceptically, eyes narrowed as you pretended to scan him up and down, faint giggles filled the background.
"What?"
"You wanted Lookingforlove to suck on your toes, didn't you."
"What?!" He huffed in disbelief, "I already had someone wanting to suck on my toes, last time I was here."
"I don't even want you to elaborate." You shook your head, triggering as wave of laughter in the background.
Comment no. 27
By @/Discoballs.
"Just saw Mrs. Dynamight's latest lingerie collection, can Mr. Dynamight even handle all that?" #gotnothingtolose
"I can handle it plenty." Bakugou joked, leaning over to pull the leg of your chair, effortlessly dragging it closer, hand splayed on your knee as he continued, "Plus you can't give her everything I can."
You burst into a fit of giggles, cheeks rosy at his confession, swarm of butterflies fluttering in your belly as you hid behind the box of comments.
Regaining composure you started, "It's true, you might be good um, discoballs, but you'll never one up Katsuki." You admitted, sneaking glances at him through your lashes.
"He's so good to me, takes care of me so well, cooks for me, cleans up after us, everything you can ask for in a man and so much more." You confessed, smiling as Bakugou shyly ducked his head lower, thumb tracing shapes on your knee, you reached over and splayed your hand in his knee, reciprocating the action, before continuing.
"Don't think anyone can ever be as good as Katsuki," You sighed, fiddling with fabric of his pants, "He's so considerate and compassionate and empathetic and he listens to me and he remembers dates and he pounds my hol—"
"Think they got the point." Bakugou sighed, pretending to be stern with you only for a smile to grace his lips, corners of his mouth twitching up as he puffed his chest slightly, "She's prefect and I try my best to be as well."
The crowd awed, faint murmuring filling the studio at how in love Bakugou and you are.
"Should we end on this lovely note?" The production team questioned, camera panning towards Bakugou already hopping off his chair, whilst you cradled the empty box.
"You guys need to up you game." You sassed, taking Bakugou's hand as he helped you off the chair as well, "I thirst harder than y'all combin—"
"Behave!"
"Ooo—"
a/n: apologies for the excessive use of mrs. dynamight because I can't physically use y/n.
Dividers by: @/diviniyae 💖✨
Tags: @tenkosimp @sarabingo @rllyobsessedgirlie @xmmilaeon
Hii i love ur knight!nanami x reader hc a and i was wondering what happen after they smash do they continue to smash in secret? Since she is a princess does she get set up in an arranged marriage until she tells her father who she truly loves or does she get pregnant and her father is furious and wants to know who the father is but when he finds out it is knight he feels a bit more relieved?
Ahhhh first anon ask, so excited!!!! Extension of this fic.
Was thinking about going with more angst route but I kinda wanna make it fluffy and smutty now.
Perhaps you both do continue with your relationship in secret, sneaking away during the day, Knight!Nanami knows all hidden passages in the castle and he sure does know how to use them.
Knight!Nanami who pulls you along the dimly lit corridor, with each step pulling you further away from the crowded halls, hand surprisingly soft around the supple skin of your wrist.
"Where are you taking me?" Your breathless giggles filled the quiet passage, free hand gathering the fabric of your dress.
"Somewhere far away." Nanami mused, eyes twinkling with mirth, the sudden urge to pepper kisses on your warm cheeks, press you against the walls an—
But you deserved better than that.
The corridor came to an end, leading up to a small garden hidden from the main view of the castle, walls covered by vines as little flowers dangled above the door frame.
"Uh—Kento, when did you find this place?" You whispered, reaching up to pluck tiny flowers from the over hanging plant, before walking back to him and tucking few into his hairs. "Pretty Knight, my pretty Knight."
Knight!Nanami who lets you manhandle him around, lays on the grass beside you, tucking your body between his chest and arm, holding your head against the thumping in his ribcage.
Knight!Nanami who for a moment forgets about his knightship, forgets about your position as the princess, forgets about the thick armour he's meant to be clad in forever guarding you.
Forgets actions have consequences.
Knight!Nanami who holds his breath as you place his palm flat against your belly, his heart aching as your eyes filled with tears, lips quivering as you waited for his response.
He pulls you to his chest, hand tucking your head into the crook of his neck, hiding you away from the world outside.
"Did you—did you tell anyone?" He asked, cradling your face in his hands, palms pressed against your cheeks.
You shook your head, voice breaking as tears streaked down your face, chest heaving as you took in shaky breaths, utterly scared.
Knight!Nanami who hides you away in his chambers, barely scrapping together a plan of escape, worry clouding his mind as he prepares.
Knight!Nanami who packs away your favourite things in a rucksack from books to jewellery to all the little trinkets you collected over the years, hands steady as he barely packs anything for himself.
He glanced over you, blissfully sleeping in his old, worn with age sheets, cheeks plush, lips plump, lashes resting curved, palm of your left hand pressed flushed against your belly, protective even in sleep.
Momentarily, he imagined features of your child, he hoped they had your features, plush cheeks for him to peppers kisses on, eyes that he had fallen in love with.
Knight!Nanami who gently shook you awake, one hand resting on your head, other reaching for your hand.
"Wake up, my princess." He hummed, pressing a kiss against your forehead, heart melting as you groggily looked around, "we need to leave before dawn."
Despite wanting to let you rest, he knew he needed to move, to was only matter of time before the maids started to for the princess.
Knight!Nanami who helps you get on the carriage, donned in his much softer clothes, with just his sword from his armour dangling in his hands.
"We'll go through the forest," He spoke lowly, eyes scanning the area for people, before turning back to you, "It'll take few hours to exit the territory, I have fresh fruits packed in here for you."
He reached over fixing your dress, making sure you are tucked further inside the carriage, hand clasped around your ankle giving it a squeeze before he pulled the curtains down, hiding you away.
Knight!Nanami who embarked on a journey far, far away from a place he'd once learned to call home, stealing away their precious daughter, the princess, you.
Knight!Nanami who often looks back into the carriage, watching as you patiently waited to reach a destination you had no idea about, trusting him completely.
"Have some, Kento." His thoughts are interrupted by your sweet voice, looking back to see you extending a hand cradling a piece of bread, "It's been a long journey so far."
Knight!Nanami who reaches a town where he grew up before leaving for knightship, stopping the carriage just before an old house, locked away and left to rot.
The keys jingle in his pants as he stepped off the carriage, eyes drifting towards the vast land stretching before him, "We're here." He announced, quickly stepping around to help you off the carriage.
"Where are we?" You questioned, pressing yourself against him for comfort, looking around towards the house.
"My grandmother's house," Nanami answered, pulling you towards the gate, being mindful of the vines growing everywhere, "We'll be safe here ."
Husband!Nanami who marries you in a small wedding by his grandmother's house, hand cradling your wrist as you read vows to one another.
Husband!Nanami who pulls you to stand by his side, "Ready to head home, my wife?" He hummed against your cheek, pressing a kiss against your temple, arms wrapping around your back as you nodded your head.
Husband!Nanami who gives you a happily ever after.
Part 1
Thirst tweets duo.
Mr. and Mrs. Dynamight read thrist tweets.
"You know, this will only air after pr approval, right?" Bakugou tries to be the rational one, level headed, the one that thinks before they speak, because for the first time, he's with someone with a bigger record of well, unfiltered-ness.
"It'll be as appropriate as a thirst tweet video can be." You don't bother looking at him, cheekily winking at the camera instead, cherry red nails tapping against the table.
Bakugou sighed, despite it a grin spread on his lips, "This is Bakugou Katsuki, here for an updated review of the stuff you post online."
"And this is his wifey , here to add personal input." You grinned at him, eyes lingering on his bare chest peeking through his collar.
"She's already distracted." Bakugou laughed out loud, certainly more open and at ease than his solo interview.
Instead of shying away, you turned back to the camera, "Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't do the same." You crudely gestured at his chest, making a motion of groping, "Big breasted men have always been a weakness of mine."
"Man." Bakugou raised his index finger, "Singular, it's me."
You shake your head, chuckling lightly as you reach for the box containing slips of comments, pulling the first one out.
Comment no. 23
By @/lookingather.
"Dynamight's wife once mentioned their affinity for public sex, do you think it's possible for me to ever find their used condom somewhere?"
Bakugou stared at the camera in utter disbelief, "With the way that comment started, I didn't think it'd take such turns."
He turns to look at you, eyes squinting in suspension as you twirled the paper between your fingers.
The camera shifted to your face, soft smile gracing your lips, "It's not possible." You shrugged your shoulders, answering the rhetorical question the comment asked, smiling innocently before continuing, "We don't use cond—"
"Next one!"
Comment no. 12
By @/ballsfullofnitroglycerin.
"Mr. and Mrs. Dynamight looked so good tonight at the hero's award ceremony, all I could think about was them exploring each other's bodies after the show."
Bakugou read the second one out loud, completely cutting you off, ignoring as you cackled loudly beside him. "—exploring each other's body—"
"—we certainly did." You chimed, leaning over to wrap your arms around his shoulders, "before and after the show, I have photo—"
"You are supposed to react to the comments," He puffed his cheeks, feeling slightly shy at your confidence, "You'll worsen the impact on these people."
"The only impact I'll worsen is the one on your chee—"
The entire clip is beeped out, before new take is started, crowd laughing loudly in the background, someone wheezing out their left lung.
"Cut that entire section." Bakugou gestured to the director, shaking his head as you looked at him in disbelief, "We'll be banned Babe, that's too inappropriate."
"You didn't even deny getting your che—"
The clip is cut again.
Comment no. 32
By @/leftatfamilymart.
"Do you think Dynamight's wife will take me as her pet, if I bark enough?"
#pickmechosemeloveme
"He doesn't let me take in strays." You pouted, fiddling with the strip of paper in your hand, peeking at him innocently, "Even though he got a stray kitty last year."
Someone from the production team quipped, "Why don't you, Dynamight?"
He looked between you and the staff, "We are talking about taking in a grown adult, right?" He tucked the paper from your hands, unrolling it, "Leftatfamilymart, first of all I am sorry about your abandonment and second of all do lurk around family mart in Musutafu, she will take you in."
Camera pans to you, grinning mischievously.
Comment no. 124
By @/lookingforlove.
"Gonna be honest with y'all, Mrs. Dynamight has got pretty suckable toes, this isn't even coming from a place of degeneracy, I just feel like they need to be sucked, at least thrice a week.
I hope Mr. Dynamight sucks them."
"Not coming from a place of degeneracy?" Bakugou raised his eyebrow in judgement, clearly unimpressed, "Seems pretty dege—"
"You're jealous, someone out there is going to suck my toes."
"Someone out there is going to suck my toes." He repeated your words, hands raised, middle and forefingers curling to form air quotes, "Do you not realise how scary that sounds."
"Pro-hero Dynamight, finding real threats in the wild." You mocked, hand placed on your forehead as you pretended to scan the crowd, laughing along the production team.
"Lookingforlove you better sleep with one eye open, I am watching you." Bakugou joked, reaching for the box of comments.
You looked at him sceptically, eyes narrowed as you pretended to scan him up and down, faint giggles filled the background.
"What?"
"You wanted Lookingforlove to suck on your toes, didn't you."
"What?!" He huffed in disbelief, "I already had someone wanting to suck on my toes, last time I was here."
"I don't even want you to elaborate." You shook your head, triggering as wave of laughter in the background.
Comment no. 27
By @/Discoballs.
"Just saw Mrs. Dynamight's latest lingerie collection, can Mr. Dynamight even handle all that?" #gotnothingtolose
"I can handle it plenty." Bakugou joked, leaning over to pull the leg of your chair, effortlessly dragging it closer, hand splayed on your knee as he continued, "Plus you can't give her everything I can."
You burst into a fit of giggles, cheeks rosy at his confession, swarm of butterflies fluttering in your belly as you hid behind the box of comments.
Regaining composure you started, "It's true, you might be good um, discoballs, but you'll never one up Katsuki." You admitted, sneaking glances at him through your lashes.
"He's so good to me, takes care of me so well, cooks for me, cleans up after us, everything you can ask for in a man and so much more." You confessed, smiling as Bakugou shyly ducked his head lower, thumb tracing shapes on your knee, you reached over and splayed your hand in his knee, reciprocating the action, before continuing.
"Don't think anyone can ever be as good as Katsuki," You sighed, fiddling with fabric of his pants, "He's so considerate and compassionate and empathetic and he listens to me and he remembers dates and he pounds my hol—"
"Think they got the point." Bakugou sighed, pretending to be stern with you only for a smile to grace his lips, corners of his mouth twitching up as he puffed his chest slightly, "She's prefect and I try my best to be as well."
The crowd awed, faint murmuring filling the studio at how in love Bakugou and you are.
"Should we end on this lovely note?" The production team questioned, camera panning towards Bakugou already hopping off his chair, whilst you cradled the empty box.
"You guys need to up you game." You sassed, taking Bakugou's hand as he helped you off the chair as well, "I thirst harder than y'all combin—"
"Behave!"
"Ooo—"
a/n: apologies for the excessive use of mrs. dynamight because I can't physically use y/n.
Dividers by: @/diviniyae 💖✨
Tags: @tenkosimp @sarabingo @rllyobsessedgirlie @xmmilaeon
Part 1
Thirst tweets duo.
Mr. and Mrs. Dynamight read thrist tweets.
"You know, this will only air after pr approval, right?" Bakugou tries to be the rational one, level headed, the one that thinks before they speak, because for the first time, he's with someone with a bigger record of well, unfiltered-ness.
"It'll be as appropriate as a thirst tweet video can be." You don't bother looking at him, cheekily winking at the camera instead, cherry red nails tapping against the table.
Bakugou sighed, despite it a grin spread on his lips, "This is Bakugou Katsuki, here for an updated review of the stuff you post online."
"And this is his wifey , here to add personal input." You grinned at him, eyes lingering on his bare chest peeking through his collar.
"She's already distracted." Bakugou laughed out loud, certainly more open and at ease than his solo interview.
Instead of shying away, you turned back to the camera, "Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't do the same." You crudely gestured at his chest, making a motion of groping, "Big breasted men have always been a weakness of mine."
"Man." Bakugou raised his index finger, "Singular, it's me."
You shake your head, chuckling lightly as you reach for the box containing slips of comments, pulling the first one out.
Comment no. 23
By @/lookingather.
"Dynamight's wife once mentioned their affinity for public sex, do you think it's possible for me to ever find their used condom somewhere?"
Bakugou stared at the camera in utter disbelief, "With the way that comment started, I didn't think it'd take such turns."
He turns to look at you, eyes squinting in suspension as you twirled the paper between your fingers.
The camera shifted to your face, soft smile gracing your lips, "It's not possible." You shrugged your shoulders, answering the rhetorical question the comment asked, smiling innocently before continuing, "We don't use cond—"
"Next one!"
Comment no. 12
By @/ballsfullofnitroglycerin.
"Mr. and Mrs. Dynamight looked so good tonight at the hero's award ceremony, all I could think about was them exploring each other's bodies after the show."
Bakugou read the second one out loud, completely cutting you off, ignoring as you cackled loudly beside him. "—exploring each other's body—"
"—we certainly did." You chimed, leaning over to wrap your arms around his shoulders, "before and after the show, I have photo—"
"You are supposed to react to the comments," He puffed his cheeks, feeling slightly shy at your confidence, "You'll worsen the impact on these people."
"The only impact I'll worsen is the one on your chee—"
The entire clip is beeped out, before new take is started, crowd laughing loudly in the background, someone wheezing out their left lung.
"Cut that entire section." Bakugou gestured to the director, shaking his head as you looked at him in disbelief, "We'll be banned Babe, that's too inappropriate."
"You didn't even deny getting your che—"
The clip is cut again.
Comment no. 32
By @/leftatfamilymart.
"Do you think Dynamight's wife will take me as her pet, if I bark enough?"
#pickmechosemeloveme
"He doesn't let me take in strays." You pouted, fiddling with the strip of paper in your hand, peeking at him innocently, "Even though he got a stray kitty last year."
Someone from the production team quipped, "Why don't you, Dynamight?"
He looked between you and the staff, "We are talking about taking in a grown adult, right?" He tucked the paper from your hands, unrolling it, "Leftatfamilymart, first of all I am sorry about your abandonment and second of all do lurk around family mart in Musutafu, she will take you in."
Camera pans to you, grinning mischievously.
Comment no. 124
By @/lookingforlove.
"Gonna be honest with y'all, Mrs. Dynamight has got pretty suckable toes, this isn't even coming from a place of degeneracy, I just feel like they need to be sucked, at least thrice a week.
I hope Mr. Dynamight sucks them."
"Not coming from a place of degeneracy?" Bakugou raised his eyebrow in judgement, clearly unimpressed, "Seems pretty dege—"
"You're jealous, someone out there is going to suck my toes."
"Someone out there is going to suck my toes." He repeated your words, hands raised, middle and forefingers curling to form air quotes, "Do you not realise how scary that sounds."
"Pro-hero Dynamight, finding real threats in the wild." You mocked, hand placed on your forehead as you pretended to scan the crowd, laughing along the production team.
"Lookingforlove you better sleep with one eye open, I am watching you." Bakugou joked, reaching for the box of comments.
You looked at him sceptically, eyes narrowed as you pretended to scan him up and down, faint giggles filled the background.
"What?"
"You wanted Lookingforlove to suck on your toes, didn't you."
"What?!" He huffed in disbelief, "I already had someone wanting to suck on my toes, last time I was here."
"I don't even want you to elaborate." You shook your head, triggering as wave of laughter in the background.
Comment no. 27
By @/Discoballs.
"Just saw Mrs. Dynamight's latest lingerie collection, can Mr. Dynamight even handle all that?" #gotnothingtolose
"I can handle it plenty." Bakugou joked, leaning over to pull the leg of your chair, effortlessly dragging it closer, hand splayed on your knee as he continued, "Plus you can't give her everything I can."
You burst into a fit of giggles, cheeks rosy at his confession, swarm of butterflies fluttering in your belly as you hid behind the box of comments.
Regaining composure you started, "It's true, you might be good um, discoballs, but you'll never one up Katsuki." You admitted, sneaking glances at him through your lashes.
"He's so good to me, takes care of me so well, cooks for me, cleans up after us, everything you can ask for in a man and so much more." You confessed, smiling as Bakugou shyly ducked his head lower, thumb tracing shapes on your knee, you reached over and splayed your hand in his knee, reciprocating the action, before continuing.
"Don't think anyone can ever be as good as Katsuki," You sighed, fiddling with fabric of his pants, "He's so considerate and compassionate and empathetic and he listens to me and he remembers dates and he pounds my hol—"
"Think they got the point." Bakugou sighed, pretending to be stern with you only for a smile to grace his lips, corners of his mouth twitching up as he puffed his chest slightly, "She's prefect and I try my best to be as well."
The crowd awed, faint murmuring filling the studio at how in love Bakugou and you are.
"Should we end on this lovely note?" The production team questioned, camera panning towards Bakugou already hopping off his chair, whilst you cradled the empty box.
"You guys need to up you game." You sassed, taking Bakugou's hand as he helped you off the chair as well, "I thirst harder than y'all combin—"
"Behave!"
"Ooo—"
a/n: apologies for the excessive use of mrs. dynamight because I can't physically use y/n.
Dividers by: @/diviniyae 💖✨
Tags: @tenkosimp @sarabingo @rllyobsessedgirlie @xmmilaeon
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Hii i love ur knight!nanami x reader hc a and i was wondering what happen after they smash do they continue to smash in secret? Since she is a princess does she get set up in an arranged marriage until she tells her father who she truly loves or does she get pregnant and her father is furious and wants to know who the father is but when he finds out it is knight he feels a bit more relieved?
Ahhhh first anon ask, so excited!!!! Extension of this fic.
Was thinking about going with more angst route but I kinda wanna make it fluffy and smutty now.
Perhaps you both do continue with your relationship in secret, sneaking away during the day, Knight!Nanami knows all hidden passages in the castle and he sure does know how to use them.
Knight!Nanami who pulls you along the dimly lit corridor, with each step pulling you further away from the crowded halls, hand surprisingly soft around the supple skin of your wrist.
"Where are you taking me?" Your breathless giggles filled the quiet passage, free hand gathering the fabric of your dress.
"Somewhere far away." Nanami mused, eyes twinkling with mirth, the sudden urge to pepper kisses on your warm cheeks, press you against the walls an—
But you deserved better than that.
The corridor came to an end, leading up to a small garden hidden from the main view of the castle, walls covered by vines as little flowers dangled above the door frame.
"Uh—Kento, when did you find this place?" You whispered, reaching up to pluck tiny flowers from the over hanging plant, before walking back to him and tucking few into his hairs. "Pretty Knight, my pretty Knight."
Knight!Nanami who lets you manhandle him around, lays on the grass beside you, tucking your body between his chest and arm, holding your head against the thumping in his ribcage.
Knight!Nanami who for a moment forgets about his knightship, forgets about your position as the princess, forgets about the thick armour he's meant to be clad in forever guarding you.
Forgets actions have consequences.
Knight!Nanami who holds his breath as you place his palm flat against your belly, his heart aching as your eyes filled with tears, lips quivering as you waited for his response.
He pulls you to his chest, hand tucking your head into the crook of his neck, hiding you away from the world outside.
"Did you—did you tell anyone?" He asked, cradling your face in his hands, palms pressed against your cheeks.
You shook your head, voice breaking as tears streaked down your face, chest heaving as you took in shaky breaths, utterly scared.
Knight!Nanami who hides you away in his chambers, barely scrapping together a plan of escape, worry clouding his mind as he prepares.
Knight!Nanami who packs away your favourite things in a rucksack from books to jewellery to all the little trinkets you collected over the years, hands steady as he barely packs anything for himself.
He glanced over you, blissfully sleeping in his old, worn with age sheets, cheeks plush, lips plump, lashes resting curved, palm of your left hand pressed flushed against your belly, protective even in sleep.
Momentarily, he imagined features of your child, he hoped they had your features, plush cheeks for him to peppers kisses on, eyes that he had fallen in love with.
Knight!Nanami who gently shook you awake, one hand resting on your head, other reaching for your hand.
"Wake up, my princess." He hummed, pressing a kiss against your forehead, heart melting as you groggily looked around, "we need to leave before dawn."
Despite wanting to let you rest, he knew he needed to move, to was only matter of time before the maids started to for the princess.
Knight!Nanami who helps you get on the carriage, donned in his much softer clothes, with just his sword from his armour dangling in his hands.
"We'll go through the forest," He spoke lowly, eyes scanning the area for people, before turning back to you, "It'll take few hours to exit the territory, I have fresh fruits packed in here for you."
He reached over fixing your dress, making sure you are tucked further inside the carriage, hand clasped around your ankle giving it a squeeze before he pulled the curtains down, hiding you away.
Knight!Nanami who embarked on a journey far, far away from a place he'd once learned to call home, stealing away their precious daughter, the princess, you.
Knight!Nanami who often looks back into the carriage, watching as you patiently waited to reach a destination you had no idea about, trusting him completely.
"Have some, Kento." His thoughts are interrupted by your sweet voice, looking back to see you extending a hand cradling a piece of bread, "It's been a long journey so far."
Knight!Nanami who reaches a town where he grew up before leaving for knightship, stopping the carriage just before an old house, locked away and left to rot.
The keys jingle in his pants as he stepped off the carriage, eyes drifting towards the vast land stretching before him, "We're here." He announced, quickly stepping around to help you off the carriage.
"Where are we?" You questioned, pressing yourself against him for comfort, looking around towards the house.
"My grandmother's house," Nanami answered, pulling you towards the gate, being mindful of the vines growing everywhere, "We'll be safe here ."
Husband!Nanami who marries you in a small wedding by his grandmother's house, hand cradling your wrist as you read vows to one another.
Husband!Nanami who pulls you to stand by his side, "Ready to head home, my wife?" He hummed against your cheek, pressing a kiss against your temple, arms wrapping around your back as you nodded your head.
Husband!Nanami who gives you a happily ever after.
Hairbrush!Satoru. That's it. MDNI.
Hairbrush!Satoru who is cursed to be well, a hairbrush for all eternity or at least until someone falls in love with him and breaks the curse.
Hairbrush!Satoru who lay abandoned in a drawer of a vintage vanity, decaying in the corner of an antique store, surrounded by the smell of wet wood and dust.
Hairbrush!Satoru who squints his eyes at the sudden burst of light in the drawer, barely even registering the soft hand clasping around his handle.
It's easy to wander off in a store that seems to be filled to the brim with your wishlist, what's not easy is filling over the tag to read an amount that's have your rent.
The vanity before you is ethereal, albeit a little dusty and worn down with age, you don't even bother looking at it's tag, opting to peek into the drawers instead, maybe you'll find something worth it's price.
Empty upon empty drawer, until it isn't, dull thud echoes as a hairbrush rolls forward, pristine white with light blue swirls painted on the back, thin bristles, translucent white and utterly soft to touch, you aren't even sure what hair types it's suited for.
You slide the drawer close, fingers tracing the wooden carving before looking back at the hairbrush in your hand, the only thing that you can afford to buy at the moment.
"Guess you are coming home with me."
It would be embarassing to walk around the store for 20 minutes and not purchase anything, anyways.
Hairbrush!Satoru who stares at you in utter awe, watching as he leaves the store tucked in a pretty little paper bag, leaving behind everything and everyone he came to know.
Hairbrush!Satoru who is delighted to be an accessory on your desk, nudged between your make-up and jewellery stand; who can't help but have hope bloom in his chest.
Hairbrush!Satoru who, for days watch you go through your morning routine, barely even glancing his way, fingers occasionally brushing against him when you nudged him aside to get your hand cream.
Hairbrush!Satoru who can only hope to be chosen by you again, can only hope that his curse is broken soon.
Hairbrush!Satoru who feels your warm hands on himself in the middle of the night, puffs of breath against his back as you press him against your chest, heart beating loudly.
Your intentions are evident when he feels you wrap your lips around the tip of the handle, lathering him with spit, making him glisten in the dim light of the room.
Cheeks hollowing around the shaft as you teased your clit, eyes closing shut.
Hairbrush!Satoru who is utterly blissed out, surrounded by the warm heat of your mouth, feeling every single hollowing of your cheeks, quivering at the quick swirls of your tongue.
Hairbrush!Satoru who watches as you sit against your dresser, brush firmly pressed against your spasming entrance, eyes locked on the reflection ahead.
Soft white bristles of the brush tickling your clit with every thrust, carved wooden handle grinding deliciously against your insides, the thick middle portion stretching your entrance with every thrust.
You aren't even coherent anymore, lost in the way you pleasured yourself, barely able to meet your own eyes in the reflection, looking utterly debauched, t-shirt tucked under your chin, pussy grooling all over the hairbrush, handle sticky and glossy with your slick.
Pulling it out, you rub the tip of the handle against your clit, teasing yourself as your walls spasmed around nothing.
Hairbrush!Satoru who can feel your clit pulse against the tip, hoping you'd press the handle harder against your bud, torture and tease yourself for him, lather him entirely with your slick.
Hairbrush!Satoru who prays to be back in his human form watching as you tire yourself out, poor thing, unable to even properly edge yourself, helplessly succumbing to yet another orgasm, thick, sticky cream coating the handle of the brush.
Turning to your side, you melt into the mattress, legs weak and shaky to even consider cleaning up yourself at the moment.
You lay there, drifting in and out of sleep, handle of the hairbrush still nudged inside your walls, except it feels much thicker and much warmer against your walls and definitely throbbing with a pulse... What?
You did fell in love with that hairbrush.
Dividers by: @/diviniyae 💖✨
Zero game.
✧˖°. Starring: Loserboy!Bakugou
It's not the end of the world.
It might be.
Kirishima is still putting his elbow into his left ribs, at least to the point where he can feel dull ache beginning to spread, if he closed his eyes and counted to 10 and focused on regulating his breath—
"—best way to woo a girl, prominent dick print."
Whatever relaxation methodology Bakugou was about to adopt is tossed out of the window by Kaminari chirping, utterly drunk, exactly 2.5 drinks away from throwing up on the bar, 3 drinks away from being kicked out.
"I don't have a peener." Mina whined, genuinely distraught, eyes glossy with tears at the implications, "Someone lend me a cock real quick."
Kirishima is laughing beside him, sober and actually enjoying the company of their friends, disgusting.
It wouldn't have been bad if it was another evening at the bar, heck he might actually enjoy this tomfoolery too.
But it isn't.
Because you are perched on his right, donned in your work clothes, hairs tied up, despite the exhaustion evident on your face, you seemed to be enjoying yourself as well.
"You don't need a penis, Mina." You sighed leaning over to sympathetically pat her arm, sneakily pushing the remaining glasses away from her, she didn't need to drink anymore.
Bakugou turned his head slightly, eyes lingering on the glass table in front of you, reflecting an image of you biting your lip, cheeks rosy from the drink you had.
"Think we should take them home?"
It takes him a minute to figure out you are speaking to him and 2 more to gather his bearings when he noticed the lack of proximity between your faces.
"Hmm?" You hummed in question, wondering if he even heard your question or not, "You didn't drink right?"
Your lips are moving, in the back of his mind, Bakugou knows you're talking to him, but all he can focus is the faded gloss on your lips, sheen layer of sweat covering your collar bones, hairs failing from your hair tie—
"We didn't." Kirishima's voice cut through his chain of thoughts, before a big palm slapped the back of his shoulder, roughly, it'll bruise, "I'll take care of them, why don't you head home with Bakugou?"
You nod your head, a little tipsy, a lot more tired, hand gently pushing against the glass table so you could get off your stool, "I'll grab my stuff, alright?" You pat against Bakugou's other shoulder, gentle, it'll tingle for the rest of the night.
"Bro, this is embarassing." Kaminari hissed, even in his drunken stupor Kaminari noticed how pathetic Bakugou was being, his face flushed red, nose scrunched as he leaned over the table to whisper-shout his opinion, breath reeking of alcohol, "Stop daydreaming bro, do something."
Before Bakugou could even swat him away, you reappear with your jacket, hands tucking your wallet in to your pocket, face glowing from the light of your phone.
Bakugou abruptly leaves the table, almost tripping over, weakly stabilized by your arm.
"Careful." You mumbled, eyes drifting up to meet his, tilting to ensure he couldn't escape your gaze.
Fortunately you don't comment further, bidding farewell and leaving behind a giggling mess of people.
The walk to the car was silent, not awkward, mostly filled with anticipation and slight concern.
"You alright?" Stopping few steps away from his porsche, heels clicking against the concrete, you sway a little watching as he fumbled with his car keys, dropping them once with a dull clink.
"Hmm, yeah, all good," He answered, words leaving his lips for the first time in the evening, "Just tired, that's all."
"That's all?" You watch him speed walking towards the passenger door, helplessly avoiding your eyes, awkwardly standing by the opened car door waiting for you, "You seem a bit... jittery."
"It's cold." He huffed, eyes scanning to make sure you are properly settled in, before closing the door shut and getting behind the wheel.
It's difficult to meet his eyes, especially when he is so adamant on keeping them focused on the road, even if the car is still parked.
You reach over, turning the heat on, leaning back to melt into the plush cushion of his car, vaguely aware of the ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum— rapid thumping of heartbeat echoing in the car, your own raising a little at the implication.
"Warm enough?" You asked again, hoping you aren't crowding him.
He nodded his head, contemplated continuing talking before deciding against it, reviving the engine, he'd only say something stupid anyways.
"You want music?" He muttered, hand already hovering over the console, awkwardly waiting for your answer.
"Sure." You leaned against the car seat, "Play whatever you usually listen to—"
A verse of stay with me blares through the the car, loud enough that you winced, watching him quickly turning the volume low.
"Sorry...about that." He blinked at the road, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Just feeling a little nervous... here, with you."
You pulled at the threads of your shirt, peering at him through your lashes, face flushed at his... confession.
The rest of the ride is quiet, mostly filled with low hum of songs on the radio and anticipation.
It doesn't take long for him to reach your apartment building, ever the gentleman accompanying you to the front door.
You linger at the apartment door, fiddling with the keys on your hand, despite knowing exactly which one unlocks the door.
"I don't—" You start, eyes fleeting from his towards the hallway, less avoidant more shy, "I don't want to read this wrong—"
"You won't—" Bakugou cut you off, abrupt and awkward, shifting his weight from one leg to another, "You won't, I mean I am interested in you, it's just I didn't know how to ask." He ran a hand through his hairs, "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, you're beautiful and smart and so cool, you deserve a good proposal—"
You let him ramble, crossing your arms and leaving against the door frame, you watch as he rambling slowly fades out, eyes locked onto your frame, mouth agape.
"I have leftover curry and rice from lunch." You turn to unlock the door, stepping in and leaving it wide open, your jacket abandoned on the hanger.
Bakugou follows you inside, taking his shoes off by the door, tucking them closer to your heels.
"We can have dinner, sleep and go on a breakfast date?" You suggested, sleeves of your shirt rolled to your elbows as you bend to look into the fridge, pulling out a container of food, "How does that sound, Katsuki?"
Hardness🪨: Bro get a grip on reality, you were staring at her like an idiot. 11:23 pm.
Dunce⚡: and drooling too, pathetic. 11:24 pm
Pink👽: I still don't have a penis 😔 11:34 pm
Hardness🪨: I'll give you one tonight. 11:35 pm
Dunce⚡: Daddy chill . 11:36 pm
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Bakubro💥: Sometimes being pathetic does get you places. 6:32 am
Dunce⚡: Did Eijirou give you penis too? 7:58 am
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Dividers by: @/diviniyae 💖✨
Hii i love ur knight!nanami x reader hc a and i was wondering what happen after they smash do they continue to smash in secret? Since she is a princess does she get set up in an arranged marriage until she tells her father who she truly loves or does she get pregnant and her father is furious and wants to know who the father is but when he finds out it is knight he feels a bit more relieved?
Ahhhh first anon ask, so excited!!!! Extension of this fic.
Was thinking about going with more angst route but I kinda wanna make it fluffy and smutty now.
Perhaps you both do continue with your relationship in secret, sneaking away during the day, Knight!Nanami knows all hidden passages in the castle and he sure does know how to use them.
Knight!Nanami who pulls you along the dimly lit corridor, with each step pulling you further away from the crowded halls, hand surprisingly soft around the supple skin of your wrist.
"Where are you taking me?" Your breathless giggles filled the quiet passage, free hand gathering the fabric of your dress.
"Somewhere far away." Nanami mused, eyes twinkling with mirth, the sudden urge to pepper kisses on your warm cheeks, press you against the walls an—
But you deserved better than that.
The corridor came to an end, leading up to a small garden hidden from the main view of the castle, walls covered by vines as little flowers dangled above the door frame.
"Uh—Kento, when did you find this place?" You whispered, reaching up to pluck tiny flowers from the over hanging plant, before walking back to him and tucking few into his hairs. "Pretty Knight, my pretty Knight."
Knight!Nanami who lets you manhandle him around, lays on the grass beside you, tucking your body between his chest and arm, holding your head against the thumping in his ribcage.
Knight!Nanami who for a moment forgets about his knightship, forgets about your position as the princess, forgets about the thick armour he's meant to be clad in forever guarding you.
Forgets actions have consequences.
Knight!Nanami who holds his breath as you place his palm flat against your belly, his heart aching as your eyes filled with tears, lips quivering as you waited for his response.
He pulls you to his chest, hand tucking your head into the crook of his neck, hiding you away from the world outside.
"Did you—did you tell anyone?" He asked, cradling your face in his hands, palms pressed against your cheeks.
You shook your head, voice breaking as tears streaked down your face, chest heaving as you took in shaky breaths, utterly scared.
Knight!Nanami who hides you away in his chambers, barely scrapping together a plan of escape, worry clouding his mind as he prepares.
Knight!Nanami who packs away your favourite things in a rucksack from books to jewellery to all the little trinkets you collected over the years, hands steady as he barely packs anything for himself.
He glanced over you, blissfully sleeping in his old, worn with age sheets, cheeks plush, lips plump, lashes resting curved, palm of your left hand pressed flushed against your belly, protective even in sleep.
Momentarily, he imagined features of your child, he hoped they had your features, plush cheeks for him to peppers kisses on, eyes that he had fallen in love with.
Knight!Nanami who gently shook you awake, one hand resting on your head, other reaching for your hand.
"Wake up, my princess." He hummed, pressing a kiss against your forehead, heart melting as you groggily looked around, "we need to leave before dawn."
Despite wanting to let you rest, he knew he needed to move, to was only matter of time before the maids started to for the princess.
Knight!Nanami who helps you get on the carriage, donned in his much softer clothes, with just his sword from his armour dangling in his hands.
"We'll go through the forest," He spoke lowly, eyes scanning the area for people, before turning back to you, "It'll take few hours to exit the territory, I have fresh fruits packed in here for you."
He reached over fixing your dress, making sure you are tucked further inside the carriage, hand clasped around your ankle giving it a squeeze before he pulled the curtains down, hiding you away.
Knight!Nanami who embarked on a journey far, far away from a place he'd once learned to call home, stealing away their precious daughter, the princess, you.
Knight!Nanami who often looks back into the carriage, watching as you patiently waited to reach a destination you had no idea about, trusting him completely.
"Have some, Kento." His thoughts are interrupted by your sweet voice, looking back to see you extending a hand cradling a piece of bread, "It's been a long journey so far."
Knight!Nanami who reaches a town where he grew up before leaving for knightship, stopping the carriage just before an old house, locked away and left to rot.
The keys jingle in his pants as he stepped off the carriage, eyes drifting towards the vast land stretching before him, "We're here." He announced, quickly stepping around to help you off the carriage.
"Where are we?" You questioned, pressing yourself against him for comfort, looking around towards the house.
"My grandmother's house," Nanami answered, pulling you towards the gate, being mindful of the vines growing everywhere, "We'll be safe here ."
Husband!Nanami who marries you in a small wedding by his grandmother's house, hand cradling your wrist as you read vows to one another.
Husband!Nanami who pulls you to stand by his side, "Ready to head home, my wife?" He hummed against your cheek, pressing a kiss against your temple, arms wrapping around your back as you nodded your head.
Husband!Nanami who gives you a happily ever after.
The happily ever after.
All characters are 18+. MDNI.
Tw: this is pure smut.
Part 01 Part 02 Part 03 Part 04 (here)
It's officially three months since your marriage.
Everything is running smoothly, the marriage, the transition from living alone to now having a husband, life.
Even your fingers tangling in his hairs.
You run your fingers through his hairs, subtly pulling him closer by the nape of his neck, standing on your toes to reach his lips, swaying lightly in the kitchen, breakfast abandoned on the table.
"You sure?" He pulled away, humming against your cheek, hands still cradling your face, "we don't have to do anything you don't want to." He whispered, pressing a kiss against the lobe of your ear.
You nodded your head, melting into his arms, cheeks warming at his consideration, slightly hiding your face into the crook of his neck, as you admitted your arousal, "I want this," you mumbled, "I want you." You declared.
Bakugou groaned, hands sliding from your neck to your waist, hauling you into his arms, chuckling at the surprised squeak the escaped past your lips.
He effortlessly carried you to the shared bedroom, the mattress dipping under your combined weight as he gently laid you down, hands tugging at the hem of your shirt, easily taking it off, leaving in just your underwear.
You shy away, feeling too bare in front of him, "Take off your shirt too." You muttered, one arm splayed over your chest, attempting to cover yourself a little, the other reaching to tug at the hem of his shirt.
Bakugou obliged, easily tugging it over his head, tossing it somewhere on the ground, he'll need it later anyways.
He shimmies out of his sweatpants and underwear while he's at it, basking in the way you eyed his cock bobbing between his legs.
He grinned, "like what you see?" Teasing, he crawled between your legs, head dipping down to trail kisses from your thighs up to the column of your throat, savouring each moment his lips grazed your skin.
He leaned up, pressing his lips against yours, you moaned against his mouth, lips parting to allow his tongue inside, rubbing your thighs together as he traced along your palate, leaving a ticklish sensation behind.
His hand sneaked between your thighs, tracing shapes against the growing wet patch along your crotch, thumb occasionally pressing against your tender bud.
Pulling back he tugged at your underwear, leaving you completely bare beneath him, your glistening folds easily visible for his eyes to feast upon.
He leaned down again, firmly pressing his body against yours, your bare breasts squishing against his chest, licking along the column of your throat, lips suckling against your pulse point.
"Always this obedient?" He hummed, peppering kisses down your neck, breath fanning against your sternum, as warmth bloomed on your skin, nipples pebbling as his lips hovered over them.
You whined, arching your back, silently begging him to take the bud in his mouth.
"Uh uh, I asked you a question," He mumbled, pulling away slightly, his weight balanced on his arms, fingers tracing shapes along the skin of your waist, "answer to your husband, Sweetheart."
You moaned lowly at the mention of his title, shame tossed out of the window as you reached for him, "need your mouth on me—"
"Where?"
"—everywhere," You sighed breathlessly, skin tingling as he leaned down and took your hardening bud into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he suckled softly.
You whined loud and desperate, arching your back to push further into his mouth, "—suki, please." You mewl, fingers brushing again the back of his neck, pulling him closer.
Rutting you hips upwards, grinding your core against his cock, slick smearing all over his length.
His fingers danced along your hip, eyes seeking yours as he pulled away, "Ready?" He asked, nudging his nose against yours.
You nodded your head, parting your legs slightly.
"Words doll, need you to say it out loud."
You huffed, cheeks rosy under his gaze, "I am ready, Katsuki." You muttered, hiding away in the crook of his neck.
He wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss against your forehead, free hand reaching below to line his cock along your slick folds, rubbing the head against your entrance.
He slid inside, way eased by your slick and his precum, walls spasming around the length of his cock, his thumb rubbing shapes on your clit, distracting you from the stretch.
"That's it, almost there.." He muttered against your cheek, panting as he willed himself to not cum, savouring the snug warmth of your cunt, he slid his thumb lower gathering more slick to rub on your swollen clit.
"Katsuki—it's so mmph.." You whined, feeling the fat head of his cock press against your walls, delicious drag of his length rendering you speechless.
He shifted slightly, spreading your legs wider, weight balanced on one arm as the other tortured your clit, pushing the hood back so the pad of thumb pressed directly on the throbbing bud.
You huffed, eyes watering as warmth spread in your belly, sweet release lingering than you anticipated, thighs quivering as they tightened around his waist, hips rutting up without any rhythm.
With relentless flicks of his thumb and his cock pressing against your sweet spot, Bakugou pushed you over the edge, enamoured with the way your pussylips gushed around his cock, slick dripping down your ass on to the mattress.
He bucked weakly against you, hips stuttering as he stilled inside you, tip of his cock pressed snug against your cervix, painting your walls with thick gooey cum.
Breathing shakily against your neck, he barely held on his weight thick, warm, sweaty body collapsing over yours, cock head pushing further against your quivering walls.
He stays on top of you for few moments, softening cock cozy in your creampied hole, before gently pulling out, eyes locked on the mess between your legs.
Soft and swollen pussylips, covered with white creamy cum, spasming hole weeping out more of his cum, a sight he'd want to see forever.
"You good?" Your voice brings him out of the trance, looking up to meet your sleep laced eyes, hairs splayed over the pillow.
He nodded his head, crawling of the bed to grab the bottle from the nightstand, pressing the bottle neck against your lips, eyeing the way your throat bobbed.
"You sure, you are okay?" You asked again, hand rubbing circles along his thigh, brows furrowed in concern, "You haven't said anything yet."
He chuckled breathlessly, cheeks turning red, "My brain wants round two, dick needs a minute." His chuckle turned into a full blown laughter as you hide your face into the pillows.
Forever with you seems like a perfect idea.
Match made in the Todoroki estate.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader, Bestfriend! Todoroki Shouto x Reader.
Summary: After you helped your best friend Todoroki Shouto finally confess to his crush, he takes upon himself to set you up with your crush, Pro-Hero Dynamight, Bakugou Katsuki aka your boss, things don't go as smoothly as either of you planned as Todoroki finds himself on a date with Bakugou.
Tags: Miscommunication (not between reader and Bakugou though), todoroki playing matchmaker, mutual pining (between bakugou and reader but neither think it's requited), third wheeling (by yours truly Todoroki).
a/n: I'll add more stuff in further chapters, this one is just the introduction.
Prologue
Present
You think you'll throw up no, you know you will Todoroki looked too smug, casually leaning against Mina as he passed her the concoction he had stirred, eyes glancing at her face as he looked for approval.
"Not bad, Pretty boy." Mina nodded her head, taking multiple sips of her drink, "Could use a little more Vodka though." She passes it to Kaminari before settling back against the couch, shoulders flush with Todoroki's.
You think it's over, maybe your mind is just paranoid and Todoroki is your best friend or maybe he isn't, he wouldn't expose you or maybe he'll take your secret and ruin your life, you shouldn't have talked to him about it at all.
One week ago
"—get the flowers last," You placed the cookies in the tin box, darting around the kitchen to make the prettiest, most delicious box of cookies known to mankind, "they'll wilt if you get them first, so repeat after me, cookies, box of early grey tea, a coupon from that—"
"Unnecessarily expensive teapot shop and then flowers." Todoroki completed your rambling, seated on the chair by the dinning table, donned in a rosy sweater, epitome of lover boy, reading off an actual list, "I feel like you are more stressed about asking Momo out."
"When my best friend is finally asking his crush out, after 8 goddamn years," You huffed, placing a plate of 'deemed imperfect by you' cookies on the dinner table, "You should be surprised I didn't join your mother's 'When will I have grandkids?' request."
Todoroki groaned at your words, "She'll be elated to find out I am dating." He grabbed the plate, munching on the cookies, moans of delight filling the air, "Do you think she'll intervene to speed up the process of getting grandkids."
"Probably not, she is insistent not invasive," You wiped the box, making sure to clean imprints of your greasy fingers, "your sister might though."
Todoroki stands up, dusting his hands as he walked over to you, taking the wrapped box from your hands, "I really owe you, promise I'll return the favour."
You give him a side eye, mean and judgemental, "You sure do sound like a best friend now." Despite the harsh demeanor, you pull him into a hug, "Get laid, loser."
Icythot: She said yes, will be heading to her house for dinner.
You: Use protection.😫😩💦🧊🔥
Icythot: You do know we don't plan on indulging in such activities tonight. 😇
You: These activities are seldomly planned, speaking from experience. 🤫😋😼
Icythot: Between you and I there is a virgin, and we know it's not me.
You: I poisoned those cookies. 🍪🤢
4 days ago
"Momo knew you baked those cookies." Todoroki recalled, placing bottles of sake on your dinner table, "Said you used to make those back in U.A."
"Yeah, I used to." You placed the bowl of soba noodles in front of him, before hurrying back at the stove, "Grab the ice cubes form the freezer."
"How come I never had them."
"Probably because I baked them for girls only." You set your own bowl of noodles down, soupy ramen, topped with boiled egg, bok choy and nori, "I'll bake some later, I'll give you a single cookie."
"Thank you for your generosity." He snorted, dipping the soba noodles in cold broth, before slurping them in, "Also I was serious the other day, I'll help you get a boyfriend."
You immediately choked at his words, slamming your fist against your chest as you tried to reach for the water, Todoroki leaped off his chair, roughly patting your back as you calmed down.
"Where did that come from?" You questioned, wiping your mouth with a napkin, before patting the wet spot on your shirt, "Have you been drinking sake this whole time?"
"First of all, I said it last week, I'll return the favour," He breathed out, yanking more napkins out of the box and handing them to you, "You helped me with Momo, I'll help you with whoever you like and second of all, no I haven't been drinking sake."
"Well, first of all, I don't have anyone I like," You grabbed the bottle of sake, mocking his tone, eyes looked on his frame retreating back to his seat, "and second of all, even if I did, I won't need any help."
"That's not true, because Mina told me you like—"
"What?!!" You yelled, nearly flipping the table as you reached for your phone, prepared to straggle her with the same noodles you barely took a bite out of, "It was a mistake confiding in anyone, if Katsuki finds out he'll mock me to dea—"
"Hold on, why would he mock you," He queried, brows furrowed before he swiftly snatched your phone out of your hands, "Give me that before you do something you regret."
"You must be out of your mind if you think he'll like me back."
"Why do you— you like Katsuki?!" Todoroki gave you a bombastic side-eyed, stepping back slightly as if being close to anyone that like-liked Bakugou was an offense.
"What the fuck did Mina tell you then?"
"She told me you liked someone from our class but no name, said something about being girl's girl."
"Oh."
Silence filled the air, Todoroki awkwardly walked back to his seat, taking your opened bottle of sake, taking a big gulp before he went back to eating his soba noodles and lukewarm diluted broth.
"Aren't you gonna say something?" The silence was eating you alive, you wanted to know what is going on in his thick head.
"I am not surprised." Oh god, he leaned back against the chair, "He is a good guy, better than me in certain aspects, but really." His nose scrunched, emphasizing his detest, "How am I supposed to help you, if I cook something he'll probably strangle you with poorly chopped chives."
"Listen, Sho." You start, hands folded on the table in front of you, "Him and I aren't going to happen, we barely interact outside of work." You sighed, rubbing your forehead aware that the man sitting in front of is already scheming, "I don't want to date him anyways it'll make the dynamic in friends group weird."
"The same friends group that has been shipping you both for nearly a decade?" He cocked his eyebrow, your bottle of sake in his hands again, almost empty, "and about barely interacting outside of work, you work together, 6 days a week, 14 hours a day."
"That doesn't really help," You huffed, head throbbing as you thought about Shouto of all people, trying to set you up with Bakugou, "I don't want to ruin almost a decade long friendship just because I like him."
"Why are you so pessimistic?" Todoroki passed you the bottle of sake, almost empty, barely anything left, "Have you considered the possibility that maybe he likes you back to?"
"Am I supposed to drink this or toss it in the trash for you?" You wave the bottle in front of him, watching as he silently opened another one and handed it to you.
"Don't avoid the question." He grumbled, arms folded as he leaned back, eyes locked into your face, making sure you don't hide away "Do you really think your bond with him is fragile enough to break over this?"
"Fragile is my self esteem," You groaned, chugging half the bottle in one go, loathing this entire conversation, "I can't bare making things awkward."
"Do you remember what you said to me when I asked you if I should confess to Momo?"
"Make sure to wash your ass?"
"No! Before the pep talk," He groaned, ears tinting red as he mentally recalled Momo's preferences from your conversation,"What's the worse that could happen."
"The worst possible scenario is largely different for Momo and Katsuki." You counteracted, already aware that whatever protest you have will be tossed away and he'll do whatever he wants, maybe you should have poisoned the cookies.
"I don't care, next week we have class reunion and you will get a boyfriend."
"When I inevitably have to change my name and leave Japan I'll make sure to burn your house down."
"Don't be dramatic."
Present
Mina glanced your way, eyes glimmering in a way that only meant one thing, trouble.
"Sweetheart, what are you doing there all by yourself?" She chimed, grinning as she stood up from the couch, patting on Todoroki's shoulder as he slid onto her seat.
You watched as she walked over to you, intention unclear, but intent oozing out, "I don't care whatever he told you but for fucks sake don't do anything stupid." You hissed, pulling her with you to the kitchen.
"What are you taking abou—"
"You told him I liked Katsuki." You groaned, cutting her off, watching as the colour drained from her face, panic settling in as her demeanor broke.
"Hold on," She started looking back out into the living room, "I didn't tell him anything, except for the fact that maybe you fancy someone in our friends group."
"And you didn't think he'd figure out who it was?" You accused, slightly guilty because you knew she didn't mention who it was.
She grimaced, "To be honest, no, I mean look at him, do you think he gets social cues." She stepped closer, sheepishly looking at you.
She did have a point, Todoroki was clueless when it came to socializing, come to think of it, he hadn't even noticed you had feelings for someone after being friends for years, or maybe you were too good at hiding it.
"He wants to play match-maker for me and big ol' Dynamight." Your mumbled, hand rubbing your forehead as you peaked back into the living room, eyes scanning to find him mixing another concoction,"Returning the favour for helping him get together with Momo."
"And what exactly is his plan?"
"I thought you'd know." You huffed, looking at her, pointing an accusatory finger at her, "You two have been giggling in the corner since the reunion started."
"We didn't discuss anything about Blasty, it was just about him and Momo."
"Then what is he upto?"
"Well, we'll have to find out soon because Blasty just arrived."
Dividers by @/bronzewasp 💖✨
Pro hero Dynamight reads your dirty comments. 18+. MDNI.
The studio is bright.
Multitude of equipment illuminating the set, three separate cameras filming from different angles, sound proof ceilings and people scattered around, each one with a different task.
It's intimidating, not for Bakugou though, he's been here before, done this before, multiple times.
Interviews are something he had gotten accustomed to back in ua, long before his official debut as a pro, as much as he found it a waste of time, being in the spotlight was inevitable as a hero.
The only thing new about today's interview was it's concept, 'reading thirst tweets'.
"Ready?" The director asked, preparing the shot, "and action!"
"Evenin', Dynamight here." Bakugou introduced himself, not even bothering recalling the actual script, "Gonna go through the filth you all post on the internet."
There is hushed murmur in the background, along with the sound of someone clearing their throat, but he pays no mind to them.
Reaching over, he pulls out a stripe of paper from the box, unfolding and reading it.
Comment no. 42
By @/Bakugousleftnutsack. "Do the new kalvin clein, dynamight special edition boxers come with his balls sweat? Asking for a friend."
Bakugou looked directly at the camera, brows furrowed as he re-read the comment, the crowd breaking into laughter as he looked back up again.
"I don't even know where to begin." He sighed, scratching his temple, folding the paper into tiniest possible dimension, "My left nu—beep is curious about my ba—beep sweat."
He shook his head, cringing as the comment echoed in the back of his mind, "It only get's worse doesn't it?"
Sympathetic hum is heard in the background.
Comment no. 69
By @/Dynamightsarmpithair. "Just found out dynamight's sweat smells like sweet caramal, we need a candle scented after him, so I can pound my hole with his candle lit in the background."
He lifted head without completely reading the comment, "It's more like burnt sugar," clarifying the scent he continued, "I am sure you can get something similar in bath and body works, my wife gets those when I am away on long mission."
Awing echoed in the background, someone clapping lightly.
He looked back down, "so I can poun—" he deadpanned, lips pursed as he looked into the camera, folding the piece of paper and wordlessly moving on to the next comment.
Comment no. 34
By @/whyareyougae? "Not into feet, but I'll suckle on dynamight's toes, good night."
*Insert blurry, pixelated image of Bakugou's feet covered in dirt*
"The image is of my crusty feets after the camping in Osaka." He squinted eyes, bringing the piece of paper close to his face, chuckling in disbelief, "Don't even what to know how they got it, also the username." He sighed, shaking his head as chuckling echoed in the background.
"You know the youth is cooked," Bakugou continued, folding the paper and tossing it to the side, reaching for the next stripe, "when whyareyougae seems like the most decent username."
Comment no. 35
By @/Peenerexpert.
"According to my analysis, Dynamight has big dick."
#slaymyhole
He shrugged his shoulders, cheekily tossing the paper on the table, "Well, they do seem like an expert."
Hooting and hollering interrupted the video, backstage crew whistling and cheering loudly.
Comment no. 12
By @/saltedprecum.
"Does Dynamight know that we thirst over him, does he know every time he makes an appearance we collectively cum on the spot?"
"I hope it's not during news broadcast," He sighed, scratching the back of his head as he sceptically eyed the crew, "It'd be concerning if you got off to crime."
He leaned back, hands raised, "I don't judge."
Comment no. 100
By @/mrs.dynamight.
"While you are thirsting over @/dynamight.official. I am actually bouncing on his dick." #dontbothergettinginline
"Is that my fu—beep wife?!"
"We have her twitter actually."
To be continued...
Part 2
Dividers by: @/anitalenia 💖✨
