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[killakatsuki]

some calm bakugou for you ♡

[killakatsuki]

hi! ooreonii doesn’t allow reposts of their art could you please delete the post you’ve done of bakugo?

hi love yes i just took it down💚 i’m not on this account very often anymore sorry for late response

[cat-slippered]

You're sitting on Bakugou's lap.

You're sitting on Bakugou Katsuki's lap and you have no idea how you got here. Eijirou wandered off a few minutes ago to pour another drink, and somewhere between his leaving the room and now, you've crawled onto Bakugou's lap and straddled his sinfully tight jeans to bend down and take his bottom lip between yours.

He's warm—or maybe it's the dimly lit room with Denki's LED strips pulsing deep fuchsia along the walls that's making your pulse jump erratically along your neck, under his hands. The beers you'd been sharing, now forgotten on the table behind you, might have something to do with it also. There's no room to ponder this really, not when his hands have helped themselves to the skin under your shirt and are creeping up your back towards the clasp of your bra.

Wait.

You're not wearing a bra.

Bakugou groans when his hands reach the base of your neck and all he's felt is bare skin. "You're so hot," he tells you in between hungry kisses. "Been thinking about this for months."

You respond by grinding further into his lap and abandoning his lips to lick a small stripe along his neck, behind the shell of his ear. You wish you could say the same—Bakugou is built like a god, but you'd always pegged him as uninterested from his brusque manner during your limited interactions with each other.

His hands latch onto your hips and drag you closer to him, and you note with satisfaction the growing bulge in his pants. Not to be outdone, your fingers slip through the golden locks at the nape of his neck and comb through as you drag him into another kiss.

Denki's going to have a fit about this in the morning. He's been calling you two for about as long as you've known Bakugou, claiming to see the electricity between you from the first time he'd dragged the churlish blonde to one of your hangouts. So what if you'd decided to test that theory tonight by wearing a skin-tight outfit more suitable for a rave than a house party?

His hands have moved from your hips to your ass and god, if he fucks like he's kissing you now then you're going to be sore in the morning. You should be so lucky. You shift against the wet between your legs and Bakugou groans again at the friction.

"Let's get out of here," you tell him, winding a lock of his hair around a finger and tugging impatiently.

"Shitty Hair won't leave this place for hours," he gasps as you tug. "Not as long as Raccoon Eyes is here."

"Your place is closer," you agree. But it's hard to get up when you're preoccupied with the press of your body against Bakugou fucking Katsuki's.

It's only because your bodies are pressed up against each other that your voices are audible to one another, sultry bedroom voices that rasp out of your throats between moans. On the other side of the wall, you can hear Jirou's music on blast and the sound of Denki hollering at Eijirou to chug, chug, chug.

Bakugou seems to make up his mind at that moment, and pushes you off him to better pin you against the couch.

"I have a better idea," he says as he knocks his forehead against yours. "Let's just lock the door."

[pattern-recognition]

girl are you ok you’ve been seeing a lot of intimacy in everyday objects and mundane situations

[inthetags]

reblog and put in the tags what accent you have.

[throttlee]

MSBY switch sports for #MSBYweek2021 Just a joke about TV making athetles look naked

[tokugou]

Todoroki Shouto & Bakugou Katsuki || WORLD HEROES’ MISSION

[kingkatsuki]

@phasmwrites we got gifs now 😍

[hvnlydmn-deactivated20211020]

piercer!iwaizumi who smiles so kindly at you despite his more intimidating appearance, a tattoo sleeve that starts at his wrist and travels all the way up to where his tight black shirt hugs his biceps. his eyes flick up to yours when he cleans the area of your choice, soothing you and reassuring you that you’ll be fine while telling you it’ll be over before you know it. his hands are strong but gentle as they hold you in place, hazel eyes narrowing as he focuses before finally breaking the skin “deep breath, doll.” pulling away with a low “good girl.” as he secures the jewellery with a smirk and a wink.

tattoo artist!osamu who always works so carefully, slapping on the black latex gloves as he talks you through your design, watching his chest move under his tight black shirt, stretched tightly over his muscles as he smoothes over the area you’ve picked out, both arms decorated with whole sleeves. you feel his warmth breath against your skin when he leans close, grey eyes narrowed but they soften between precise strokes, flicking to you to make sure you’re okay. “doin’ great, sweetheart. ya feelin’ alright?” free hand smoothing over your skin to make sure you’re not uncomfortable.

tattoo artist!suna whos a little quieter than the other two, but just as handsome and caring. a few random tattoos decorate his body, half a sleeve on one arm that you’re pretty sure starts at his chest, noticing a few piercing on his skin also. he’s so careful when he works, green eyes focused and sharp, fingers careful as they trace over your skin. he doesn’t mind you talking, he’s a good listener, offering a few grunts and groans in reply, mumbling under his breath about how you’re almost done “need a break? almost there, pretty baby.” seeing a sliver of silver everytime his tongue peeks out to lick over his bottom lip as he focuses.

tattoo artist and piercer!atsumu who’s not in as often as the others, only coming in a few days a week. platinum blonde hair and a few ear piercings, shooting you a cheery grin whenever he notices you in the waiting room, sometimes keeping you company if you’re being tattooed by his brother. not as many tattoos as the others, but it looks like the start of a sleeve on his thigh, maybe stretching to his ankle, one started on his arm too, similar to his brothers but with a little more colour. if he happens to take your appointment he’s soothing, always putting you at ease as his thumb smoothes over your skin, playfully flirting with you before his eyes focus, telling you to breathe for him “that’s it angel, doin’ so good for me.”

[nishinoyayuus]

[itachiyama-deactivated20211127]

Miya Atsumu: ceo of cute fists

[saintshigaraki]

katsuki’s mean. there are probably nicer, kinder ways to describe him. but the truth of it is that he’s just mean. he’s loud, angry, practically chomping at the bit to spill a little blood. he’s always saying something that lands just a tad too far on the side of undeniably cruel. 

not with you, though. never with you. 

he’s still a little rough, but his sharpest edges are always dulled just enough to keep from drawing blood. 

(not always. there have been moments, words thrown around that have made you pause. that have caused your fingers to curl up into the palm of your hands, nails digging cruelly into the flesh to distract yourself enough to keep the tears at bay. 

but he’s always the first to apologize. in his own way, of course. katsuki always does things his own way. he cooks your favorite meal, no matter how time consuming, no matter how exhausted he might be, and then refuses to let you help clean up, even if you argue that its technically your job.)

katsuki can be soft with you. he holds your hand, brushes his thumb over your knuckles (whether he’s conscious of that little habit or not, you don’t really know) but he’s partial to keeping you securely tucked under his arm when you take strolls in the golden haze of dusk. he’s never forgotten an anniversary date, ever. and he pinches your cheeks with a lopsided smirk whenever you get pouty but then always needles you until you tell him what's wrong? what happened? did someone do something to you? 

when he has time, he packs your lunch in the morning. when you get sick he hovers over you like some sort of overly aggressive mother hen. he reminds you, rather forcefully, to wear your coat once the cold starts creeping in. and if you happen to forget it one evening he will complain, loudly, as he wraps his scarf around your neck, even if you didn’t ask him for it. 

and at night, he likes to lay on your chest, his ear right over your heart. he’s pure muscle, heavy, nearly suffocating, and god he’s hot too, which is nice in the winter but during summer can become nearly unbearable. but he’s impossible to shake off. and once he starts tracing shapes onto your skin, and his breaths even out to little puffs, you might find you don’t even want to. 

katsuki is mean. you’d be the first to admit it. you’re not blind to his faults. but when it comes down to it, you find the pros heavily outweigh the cons. 

[tokugou]

BAKUGOU in 「Merry-Go-Round」 by MAN WITH A MISSION      ↪  requested by anonymous

[neoheros]

“tuna with mayo.” inumaki says, his voice excited to be standing in front of you, and he knows you can’t see it, not behind his mask, but whenever he sees you, he can never hold himself back from smiling.

you blink, quite unsure of what to do with the words just said to you, and you try to keep confusion from arising in your face.

it’s been a really long day, and the last thing you need is this oddly white haired boy (with a very intimidating green haired girl by his side) to actually order fish with mayonnaise.

fish with mayonnaise in a café.

“sorry,” you smile, polite, “we don’t have that here.”

and you watch as the boy in front of you, face covered with a black mask and all, nod his head, the tips of his ears turning a dark hue of pink.

“that’s not what he meant.” the girl beside him tells you, the corners of her lips turning slightly upwards, and you feel much comfortable with her presence.

the two of them — they make an odd pair.

you tilt your head, “sorry?”

and inumaki shakes his head, his eyes intently following your every move, and he says, his voice shy, “shake.”

(now, you’re even more confused.)

“ignore him.” maki tells you, and her attention is all the way back to the menu above your head.

inumaki keeps his glance on you still, the tips of his ears along with the rest of his face stained with an unwashable color of pink, and his eyes perk up when he sees you finally look back at him again.

his voice is excited, “salmon!”

and you look at him, blinking, “this is a café.”

and his shoulders fall again, the smile reaching his eyes dimming, and you honestly feel like those weren’t the words you were supposed to reply with.

you feel like you’re being pranked right now, because what in the hell is going on?

maki nods finally, shrugging her shoulders, and she looks back at you, “he’ll just have what i’m having.”

and inumaki nods, silently by her side, “shake.”

“right,” you jot down their orders, still a bit loopy from the weird conversation, “i’m sorry, it’s just been a really busy day.”

and maki tells you, “no worries.” her voice stoic, but gentle enough to make you feel better.

her friend, inumaki (as she’s told you), has left her side now to get them a table, and a part of you’s relieved that his intense gaze is gone, but another still feels the guilt of having shot him down.

(not that you’d know, he said “shake” and you’re supposed to say what? “blender!”, you’re going to have a headache.)

“he comes here every chance he gets, you know.” maki’s voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“does he?” you smile, keeping polite conversation as you punch in her order, “this is my first week on register, so i don’t really notice a lot of the customers.”

and she nods, handing you a piece of tissue paper with the money to pay for the drinks.

“he’s weird.” she tells you, her shoulders rising.

you laugh, “i think he seems nice.”

“he is.” she nods, “but he’s still weird.”

you hand her her receipt, and she makes her way back to the table where inumaki signals for her return.

you catch his glance by a second, his eyes crinkling with a smile, the edges of his ears still a hot pink, and you think it’s fine when you send him back a small wave.

maki turns to you, “he thinks you’re cute.”

[neoheros]

what was on the tissue paper btw ‘,:D

[99yikes]

youth

[taohs]

I will become a hero who can protect! – Kirishima Eijirou || S4 : EP9

[omezoku1]

ITS THE BIRTHDAY BOY

[itachiyama-deactivated20211127]

@sunarinloveclub @hajimine

[eatmyson]