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hey everyone!!!! ik it’s been a while but my account was terminated for like a MONTH and i still don’t know why- in that time i moved to a new account @megolothy and i’ll be moving all my posts from this account to that account!! sorry for the inconvenience

[potetogrrl1]

imagine your fave: spoiling you

reader: g/n

looks expensive and is expensive. your wish list is always empty because he checks it daily. add to cart is his personal slogan. leaves a huge ass tip if the waiter lingers too long on you just to be petty, he considers it 'charity work'

oikawa, kuroo, omi, osamu, gojo, bakugo, mikey, hanma, eren!!, kaiser

looks stingy but is a spender when it comes to you. works hard for his money but bat your eyelashes and he's buying matching Porsches for you and all your friends. his black card is only for two people- himself, and you.

kageyama, atsumu!!!, ushijima, daichiii, nighteye, todoroki, draken, mikasa omg, nagi!! rin

hope you got change for the uber back home baby

denki, toji, levi, sae

or however you wanna imagine them!

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[vicemistress]

"please, don't cry... i will do anything for you."

"then let me go home! i don't want to be here!"

"anything, but... not this. this is your new home now."

⛓️yandere! shigaraki tomura x reader⛓️

⛓️edits are mine, please tag if you use⛓️

[kingkatsuki]

— when he brings you coffee first

Masterlist.

You’re always buying your boss coffee each morning, so you’re surprised to see he knows your exact order.

Warnings: none.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 0.8k.

One thing you’d learned whilst working as Dynamight’s secretary is that he liked routine.

No matter how much you could tell the man was definitely not a morning person, the amount of cheery morning messages from Pro-Hero Deku were enough to attest to this, he still managed to make it into the office before everyone else. Except you.

And through working under Dynamight you’d managed to work out his routine to the minute, making it easy for you to time it so you were inside his office to leave his paperwork on his desk along with his morning coffee, just how he liked it. To you, it seemed like such a small thing. Bosses you’d had before would expect far more and berate you for far less, but some would say Bakugou was easy to please. However, his previous secretaries may beg to differ.

It was something you enjoyed, being in the office before Dynamight. Sitting behind your desk as he came in, giving you a gruff “mornin’” before disappearing inside his office. Bakugou never small talked, not one for frivolity anyway, but he never complained either. It was like a constant routine you’d both worked yourselves into. You’d never imagined you’d be able to make it in to the office this early each day, although you’d admit the commute was nicer, quieter. But what made it worth it was being the only two in the office at such an early hour, it felt intimate, personal— getting to spend those extra moments with the man you were so shamelessly in love with, even though he had absolutely no idea. It was silly really, but it was something you looked forward to each day.

Until the first day you were late, that sick feeling swirling in your chest when you had to make a call into the agency to let them know that you weren’t going to make it on time. Cursing the train that had lost power at one of the mainline stations as they waited for a replacement. Clicking your black patent pumps against the floor, typing away at your cell phone screen to send Dynamight a personal email to apologise, knowing the receptionist would probably forget to relay the message when she arrived into the office herself.

You debated making a stop at Dynamight’s favourite coffee shop on your way into the agency, you were already late so it wouldn’t make too much difference. But being late had an uncomfortable feeling swirling around in your abdomen and you were eager to get into the office to apologise.

But when you made it to his floor, stepping out of the elevator disheveled and heavy breathing as you clutched your bag to your side. You were surprised to see a large white coffee cup from Dynamight’s favourite coffee shop sitting on your desk.

Picking it up you felt the cup still heavy and warm, looking at the side to see the little label with the initial Dynamight always used whenever he ordered from there, never giving his actual name. Except for the few times the workers recognised him and emblazoned his cup with “Dynamight”. Raising a brow when you read the contents inside to find that it was your usual order—

“You left your coffee on my desk.” You knocked before entering, peeking around his large office door as you motioned to return the coffee cup back to him, “It’s still warm.”

“That’s for you.” He doesn’t even glance up from his laptop, thick rimmed glasses over his eyes as the glare from the screen reflects against them.

“What?” You stood shocked as you looked down at the coffee cup in your hands and then back at him.

It was almost like tradition buying him coffee each morning, something so embedded into your routine you didn’t even think about it as you made your way towards the coffee shop before going into Dynamight’s agency.

“You’re always getting here early with coffee, bout time I repaid the favour.” He looked up from his screen as he gave you a soft smile, the kind of smile that had your heart pounding and your knees shaking as you leaned against his heavy office door.

“I—,” He got your order perfect too, like he was the one buying you coffee each morning and not the other way round, “I’m sorry I was late. The trains—“

“Don’t even worry about it,” He rasped, cutting you off, “You do enough around here as it is.”

“Yes, Dynamight, sir.” You nodded as you made to leave.

“How many fuckin’ times do I have to tell ya, it’s Bakugou to you.”

“Yes, Bakugou, sir.” You couldn’t hide the grin on your face as you repeated it back to him as he scoffed, shaking his head.

His eyes following you out of the room as you took a sip of the warm liquid, it almost tasted better because he’d bought it for you.

But what you didn’t see once Bakugou closed the door to his office was the little fist punch to the sky as he couldn’t wipe the grin from his face. Your exact coffee order inscribed in messy black ballpoint on his inner hand, worried that he was going to forget part of it even though he remembered it exactly. The ink slightly blurred now with his sweat causing it to seep into his skin and bleed.

[bbyseok]

hold this for me

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

cw: ua students setting, gender neutral reader, swearing obviously, classmates/friends to lovers, bakugou is a tsundere through and through, i know the classrooms don’t have regular doors just bear with it.. slightly suggestive in the end, but this is just some mushy sappy shit for you all

analysis: you know, bakugou can do a lot with his hands. but he especially likes to hold things for you and only you.

———

bakugou likes to hold stuff for you.

the first time you notice it is during a regular school day. the bell rings and that’s everyone’s cue to stand and depart from their desks to move on to lunch.

there’s the usual chattering from the dekusquad as they take their time to exit the classroom. bakugou and his friends aren’t that far off either, with the blonde grouching behind his gang as they move towards the door.

you’re trailing behind them leisurely, and that’s when you see it.

the door swings slightly and you’re about to raise your arm up to push it back to continue walking when a hand catches it and stops it from closing any further.

you blink once, twice—and see that the hand belongs to a certain blonde. bakugou stares at you a second too long; red irises unreadable before you hear his signature scoff and he turns away.

“you’re such a slow ass,” is all you get before he’s sauntering after his friends, and you narrowly dodge the door as it falls shut.

did he just hold the door open for you?

before you can call him out on it, he’s already down the hall, sneering at kirishima who had placed his hand on his shoulder.

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

the second time you notice it is during training. the heat is sweltering—literally everyone is panting and sweating and you’re sure one of your classmates is gonna pass out from heat exhaustion.

thankfully, aizawa is nearly done with today’s session. it’s obvious that the sleep-deprived teacher isn’t fond of today’s weather either.

most of your classmates, along with yourself, had tossed your gym jackets aside on the floor, but with the session finished, you figure you might as well grab yours from the pile.

you turn and nearly crash face first into bakugou’s chest.

“ow-! bakugou? what’re you-” you splutter and barely have time to actually ask what he’s doing before he’s shoving your jacket into your arms. and then you splutter in surprise some more.

“here, dumbass.” that’s all he has to say, glaring down at you intensely. (seriously, is he always scowling? it’s like he’s staring into your soul or something.)

“oh- uh, thanks?” you gather your jacket into your arms and then tie it around your waist. shit, he’s still standing there. “…you really didn’t have to.”

his arms are crossed when you look at him again. “yeah, yeah. go drink water or something. you look like you’re gonna pass the fuck out.”

(yikes. maybe you were the one who looks like they’re gonna pass out from heat exhaustion if bakugou is wasting his time to tell you that.)

your nose scrunches up. “right.”

and before you can say anything else, he’s storming away, hands shoved in his pockets ‘n all. some of the others usher over to you, bombarding you with questions, and realization dawns on you.

“what’d he say to you?”

“did bakugou just give you your jacket?”

“did he say anything else?”

(despite all the talking, you also realize that had been bakugou’s own little way—albeit a little gruff—of telling you to take care of yourself.)

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

the third time you notice is all it takes for you to actually realize it.

the entire class had somehow managed to plan out a night at the movies over the weekend. what is even more surprising to you is that kirishima had somehow convinced bakugou to go.

(what you didn’t know at the time was that kiri had actually teased the explosive blonde that he’d be sitting next you. bakugou for sure as hell wasn’t gonna allow that.)

you’re running a little late to the theater—you really should have left with the others at the same time but you decided to get ready a bit later than you should’ve.

by the time you’re entering the theater, the previews are already playing on the big screen. you squint and try to catch sight of your classmates, walking along the rows of seats.

“oi, dumbass,” bakugou sneers to grab your attention, and you blink at him. he’s seated at the end of the row, away from the others, though they wave at you once they see you. he speaks again so you can look back at him, “i held up and saved this seat for you. sit your ass down already.”

you stare at him for a couple of seconds, dumbfounded. he, bakugou katsuki, wants you to sit next to him? the question must be written all over your face because he scowls. “come on- fucking sit down already!”

if it weren’t for the darkened lighting, you might have seen the pink on his cheeks as you giggle and make yourself comfortable for the next hour or so. “thanks, bakugou! you really didn’t have to save me a seat, y’know.” it makes you feel all warm that he did, though.

he slouches in his seat (somewhat towards you) and shoves his cheek into his palm. “fuckin’ whatever,” he mumbles, trying to play it off, “if you talk too much during the movie, i’ll kick your ass.”

and as you cast him a sideways glance, you snort in amusement. “whatever you say, bakugou.”

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

you realize he likes holding stuff for you.. even if vehemently denies it with everything he has. with every fiber of his being. just like how he is right now with a bouquet of flowers.

“it’s not like it’s anything special! just fuckin’ take it, dumbass!” he threatens, looking at anything and everything but you, “‘fore i change my goddamn mind.”

he’s awkwardly standing in the doorframe of your dorm room after you had answered his knocking. he’s in his regular clothes, nothing too fancy, but you’re looking at him like he had just offered you the world.

“well?” his voice is loud but clearly racked with uncertainty, and you’re pretty sure that if he holds the flowers any longer they’re gonna burn up.

your heart flutters at his flustered state, and you decide to relieve him of his nervousness, however cute it makes him, and take the flowers from him with a genuine smile. “i love them. thank you, katsuki.”

his eyes then meet yours all wide before he’s grumbling again. “yeah, yeah. your welcome.”

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

you decide to test it out, even though you’re now in a committed relationship with the red-eyed blonde.

now, bakugou is a refined chef. (or so he claims.) young man could whip up a lot of good meals thanks to his skills in the kitchen. so what does he do? he drags you over to help him.

though, it seems like some of the stuff you need is missing, so you go digging around the cabinets ‘n drawers as your boyfriend lingers over your shoulder.

“dumbass,” he grunts, “are you even sure it’s in there?” his tone is all accusatory as you start rummaging through one of the cabinets for a certain pot.

“i’m sure, ‘suki!” you insist, pulling and taking some things out. “hold on, hold this stuff f’me.”

all he does is grunt in confirmation and that’s all you need. sure, you can simply place them onto the counter but letting bakugou hold them for you is way more fun.

by the time you were done emptying out the cabinet, your boyfriend is balancing a complicated stack of pans, pots, and other tupperware in his arms. “the fuck, dumbass?” he scolds you, growling, “hold on-!”

you can’t help but burst into laughing until the small tower of stuff wobbles and you make a loud mess in the kitchen.

yes, he still likes holding stuff for you—even if you’re a little shit sometimes.

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

now, you’re pretty confident that you know he likes holding anything for you. like, pretty confident. (it doesn’t hurt to still test it out, though. you like to keep him on his toes sometimes.)

you’re walking alongside him back to the dorms after a grocery run. it had first started as an adventure to grab bakugou’s precious spicy ramen and your favorite snacks, before his “stupid extras” of friends asked for some stuff too.

“katsu,” you coo at him to get his attention sweetly. you know it takes very little for him to listen to you, and you like to use that to your advantage. “can you hold this for me?”

bakugou turns his head and raises a brow expectantly at you. “tch. what is it?” he grunts, already willing.

you offer up your free hand with a stupid grin.

two seconds pass and then his face immediately flushes with the realization of what you want him to hold. “if you wanted to hold hands, you could’ve asked like a normal person, weirdo,” he grumbles, but he takes your hand nonetheless and twines your fingers with his.

you raise your joined hands together to press a kiss against his knuckles. “thanks, katsuki.”

his blush deepens as he tilts his chin up in feigned annoyance. “don’t even have to ask, idiot.” yet, there’s fondness that coats his voice.

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

it’s in the dead of night that you ask bakugou katsuki to hold one more thing for you.

the moonlight dances over the expanse of bakugou’s room through the window. there’s the sound of crickets and their songs outside too.

but you and katsuki are only focused on each other, lost in each other’s touch. there’s only hushed whispers and soft caresses between the two of you.

and as you kiss him, you ask him to hold your heart.

which he gladly does, because if anything, bakugou katsuki loves to hold things for you.

[roxy-writes]

virgin bakugo

warnings: masturbation, pillow humping, blowjobs

ngl you make him act tf up.

i've seen a whole debate about this idk but i think bakugo would prolly be able to jack off, his quirk wouldn't prevent it. he has great control over his quirk.

but i'm still in love with pillow humper bakugo bruh. like imagine him grinding on your pillow, eyes fiery and passionate. hips thrusting and chasing that blissful high. grinding his cock down on the soft cloth. wishing you were there to touch him.

then your hands are on his inner thighs, helping him get out of his now very tight pants and boxers. touching and kissing the area around his cock that drips with want. and once you press your tongue on the tip and lick around it, he loses it. he's never felt anything this good before, even when he masturbated. he tries so hard not to buck his hips up, he doesn't want to hurt you. but it feels so fucking good, the pleasure clouding his mind and filling it with thoughts of your heavenly mouth.

you can see him shaking with pleasure as you try your best to take his cock as far down your throat as you can manage. bakugo lets out a few groans and moans when you suck on him a bit harder.

you know he's getting close when his thighs start trembling. his moans heighten when his cock hits the back of your throat, and he's so drunk on the feeling he can't help but babble out a few declarations of his love for you.

he's so pretty when he eventually releases down your throat. noises you never thought you'd hear coming from him escape his throat. he sits there for a few seconds, panting and staring down at you with the most intense gaze ever before telling you how goddamn much he loves you.

[lizhrs]

high school reunion with former bullies kirishima & bakugo

warnings: nsfw, mentions of bullying, dub/noncon (wc: 3K)

It took an embarrassing amount of convincing to get you to attend this reunion.

Which is pathetic in itself because you have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed of. It's been ten years since you graduated high school and since then, you've made a pretty decent name for yourself. You own your own house, your own car, have an amazing career in marketing with a promotion ahead. You're more confident than you ever could've been in high school and anyone would want to show off the amount of success you've had to your former peers.

But the fear overtook that need to gloat. The fear of seeing them again. After all these years, you despise how they can still terrify you. Just the thought of seeing them has your blood turning ice cold.

You try and tell yourself you're not that same depressing girl from school anymore and for the most part you aren't, except when it comes to thinking about those two jackasses who made your high school life hell on earth.

Seeing those assholes on tv being paraded around for being astounding heros is one thing but to have them in the same room as you is something entirely different. And you've been gulping down glasses of champagne to calm yourself but your nerves are still running rampant.

"Your ring is so beautiful." Uraraka grins, taking your fingers in her hand as her eyes sparkle at the diamond ring.

You smile, a gleeful feeling always taking over as you're reminded of the rock on your hand. The fact you're engaged is still so surreal, you managed to overcome so many odds and make a life for yourself. And that's what you’ve been telling yourself all night, repeating it like a mantra every-time the anxiety comes back. 

"You're so lucky." Momo swoons. "I would kill for a ring like that from my boyfriend."

"I still can't believe I'm engaged."

"I still can't believe it took this reunion for you to invite me to the wedding. Did our friendship mean nothing?" Uraraka feigns hurt, pouting at you.

You smile, although deep down you are ashamed over the fact. You didn't want to associate yourself with that school anymore, even if it meant ditching your former friends. "I’m sorry." You sigh. "But we can reconnect again, I have so much to tell you."

"You can tell me tonight!" She exclaims. "The night doesn't have to end just yet, you should come to the after party."

"Uraraka..." Momo chides. "Bakugo's throwing that party."

Oh.

You hate how you tense at that name. It's been years, why can't you simply just not care?

Uraraka's smile drops. "Oh yeah, sorry."

"It's fine." You nutter, hating the way they look at you like you're a wounded puppy. "We can talk another time, you have my number now."

"I should get going..." You continue. You've already spoken to everyone here and gotten most of their numbers for the next time you guys want to hang out. You know they like to be fashionability late so you've had the luxury of having fun without seeing them. But you know any more seconds spent here, you'll be regretting ever stepping foot in this building.

Uraraka pouts, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"It's been ten years guys I'm over it. It's just getting late and I have work early tomorrow." You smile.

They both nod, saying their goodbyes and hugging you tightly.

And you were so close.

So close to stepping out of the venue and into your car where sweet freedom awaited you.

But the universe had different plans as you opened the exit door only to bump into a hard chest. A bunch of sorries leave your lips as you step back, straightening your dress, you regret the idea of even apologizing as you look up to see him.

A wave of nausea takes over as you stare, mouth slightly agape. Your fingers clench the jacket in your hands as you try to remain calm.

He's gotten bigger. You've seen him grow up on tv and in the media, everyone either hating or fawning over their hero. He looks as confident and cocky as ever, blonde hair spiking up, muscles evident in the dress shirt he's wearing, lips pulled into a stupid arrogant smirk as his eyes pierce into you.

You could push past him, run away and into your car but you know whenever Bakugo is near, Kirishima isn't far behind.

And you're unfortunately right as you see the red head come into view, looking confused as to why Bakugo stopped walking until his eyes land on you. At first he looks surprised then a look of pure mischief and...something else you can't really describe settle in his eyes, causing your stomach to twist.

"Quirkless." Is the first thing Bakugo says. "I didn't think I'd see you here."

"You didn't think you'd see me at the high school reunion?" You mock, rolling your eyes.

He smirks at you, "Seems like you've grown a set of balls, doesn't it Kiri?"

Kirishima stays silent for a few seconds, eyes traveling up and down your body before he responds. "It does."

"A few years without us and suddenly Quirkless thinks she can talk back." Bakugo tsk. "Seems like we'll have to fix that."

You scoff, "It's been ten years. Have you really not grown up?"

He's still calling you quirkless, like it's the worst thing in the world. It infuriates you at how condescending he can be. And how he got everything he wanted after high school. Good things do unfortunately happen to bad people.

Kirishima snorts, slowly walking up to stand behind you. You tease, he's too close for comfort as his hand settles on your shoulder. "Don't tell me you're leaving already?"

"I have work tomorrow." You're shocked at how well you've been able to handle this situation, you thought you would've been a trembling mess the second you saw them.

"We haven't seen you in years, Quirkless. We have got to catch up." Bakugo grins, walking closer. His finger brushing your cheek. You hate how they think they can just touch you after all this time, hate how you can't do anything about it.

"I have to go." You say, ignoring the lump in your throat.

"You have to come to the after party." Kirishima grins, and its most definitely not a suggestion.

"We've missed our favorite pet."

It's pathetic. So utterly pathetic how easily you give in. In your defense, it's not like you could walk away from the two most powerful pro heroes on the earth but still—it's humiliating. you're not a teenage girl anymore. You're a grown woman, but the second you were in the same vicinity as them it's like you were back in that classroom. So defenseless and small against the two biggest meatheads in your school.

So here you are, in Bakugo's obnoxiously huge and luxurious house. Everyone is having the time of their lives, drinking and taking pictures to show social media they're in the number one heros house. But all you can think about is how you're going to get out of this.

They quite literally forced you into their car, a car you could never afford even if you sold a kidney and drove you here. The car ride was silent except for the incessant beating of your heart, you've gnawed at several fingernails since you saw them—a habit you haven't done in years.

You're scared.

It's annoying how scared you are.

And you try to remind yourself there's nothing they can do in a room filled with people but then you remember all the ways they would taunt you in those classrooms back then. People did nothing then and they probably won't do shit now considering how powerful the two have become.

They left you to yourself after you all entered the house, going to greet everyone else. But now you can see Bakugo making his way towards you and you try your hardest not to puke over your new heels. "Let's go quirkless."

"W-where?"

You're stuttering. You haven't done that shit in years.

He smirks, noticing how anxious you are. "Somewhere private."

"I don't want to." You force out, looking around the house, hoping Momo or anyone that can help is near. To save you from this bastards hold but all you see are drunken faces.

He laughs, the sound causing you to flinch. "How cute." His massive hand closes around your wrist, pulling you out of the chair and further into the house. Away from everyone else.

He walks around like any Number one hero would, obnoxiously cocky. He pulls you into another living room…or bedroom? A mixture of both you conclude as you see the bed in the middle of the massive room. "W-what are we doing here?"

Your breath hitches as you see Kirishima, he's putting ice in a cup then pouring whiskey in it. The tie around his neck has loosened, shirt tucked out of his pants. He looks tipsy.

Not a good combination with his personality.

"Y/N!" He grins as he sees you.

That's the first time you've heard your name tumble out of his lips in years and you jump at the sound. "I—what do you guys want."

Bakugo chuckles. Kirishima laughs.

You hate how they're acting like they're in on some inside joke you don't know about. What the hell do they want? "Look, I know okay? I know you guys hate me and all but it's been ten fucking years and I would think after being hailed as heros, you would have better shit to do then torment a former classmate. So just let me go."

Bakugo hums. "But you're not just a former classmate, are you? You're Quirkless, our little y/n." He takes off his jacket, throwing it to the side and you try not to notice the way his muscles flex.

"You guys are still so obsessed, it's pathetic."

"Did you hear that Kats, we're pathetic." He snorts.

Bakugo doesn't seem to find it so funny. "A quirkless whore calling us pathetic. Now that's something." He sits down on the couch, stretching his legs.

“Excuse me?" You scoff.

“I hear you're engaged." Bakugo starts.

“To some marketing nerd." Kirishima pipes in.

"I saw him the other day y’know he was absolutely terrified of me." He grins. "The freak didn't even bother putting up a fight."

"What did you expect from a little nerd like that?" Kirishima sighs. "You should've gone easier on him."

"I did." He says, "It's not my fault he's weak." They're talking like you're not even here.

The cogs in your brain start to turn, the nausea returning. Your fiancé got into an accident the other day, he said he was mugged by some lowlife robbers but the police took care of it. That's why he wasn't able to come with you tonight, he was still nursing his wounds...you mean Bakugo was the one who did that to him?

"You...w—what?" You breath out. "You did that to him? You attacked my fiancé?"

He rolls his eyes, "So dramatic."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You yell. "Do you think just because you got some medal you can do whatever you want? Your hatred for me runs that deep you have to go and attack the people I care about? You're—you're pathetic!"

"There's that word again." Bakugo sighs, standing up. "You go and get engaged to some loser who doesn't even know how to tie his own shoelaces and yet I'm the pathetic one here Quirkless?" He scoffs, now standing directly in front of you.

"You let him think he had a chance with you and yet I'm the loser. You let that freak touch you and yet I'm in the wrong here?" He asks, fingers ghosting over the strap of your dress. "I suppose it could be our fault, we let you go for too long. Let you think you were allowed to let some extra fuck you."

“W-what?" You take a step back, what's wrong with him? "You're—I'm calling the cops and reporting you. You can't just think—"

He grabs your hand, taking the ring off your finger before you can blink. "What are you—"

He throws it away, to the side and into a corner you can't see. What's wrong with him? You're too terrified to even talk now, seeing the dangerous look in his eyes. You don't think you've ever seen him look at you like that. He's been angry with you before yeah but now for some inexplicable reason he looks infuriated mixed with a flash of disappointment.

“You're ours, Quirkless. Have you forgotten so quickly?"

“You're insane." You take a step back, confused on whatever they're on. Theirs? They've done nothing but torment you and somehow think that...what...you take another step only to bump into a chest. You gasp as a hand snakes around your waist. Kirishima puts his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling you.

"You've grown y/n, looking more gorgeous than ever. Everything taking its natural course." He chuckles, hand ghosting over your breast.

“Let go of me." You whimper, too scared to say anymore.

“Why would we do that? When we've been waiting years for this?"

“Years?"

"We've been watching you over the years, seeing the countless of men that have come and gone. We let you have them because it was never anything serious but this...we had to take some sort of action to fix this. I mean engagement?" Bakugo laughs, although there's no humor behind it. "How could we ever allow that?"

"You have no control over my choices." You grit through your teeth. "Allow? You can't allow me to do anything, you don't fucking own me!"

"That's where you're wrong." Bakugo takes several steps towards you, face inches away from yours, crazed look in his eyes. "We do. And we should've established that sooner it seems. But no worries, we have plenty of time now."

He's too close. Towering over you. Suffocating you.

You need to get out of here, away from these freaks. You thought it was simple bullying, losers needing to feel some sort of importance by picking on the weak kid but...it's not. Not with the way he's looking at you, with the way Kirishima's breath is fanning your neck, hands getting dangerously close to your breasts. This is some sort of sick obsession. An infatuation and sense of possessiveness they've had on you for...god you don't even what to think for how long.

You shake your head, not thinking twice as you jam your elbow into Kirishima's stomach. For a pro hero, he actually stumbles back, coughing in pain. You don't waste a second, using the free space you have to run towards the door.

Just as your fingers are about to wrap about the knob, you're pulled back. Fingers gripping your hair, pulling and yanking you away from the door. You scream, hands coning up to offer some sort of relief to your aching scalp.

It's Bakugo. You know, just from how rough he is. He's always been the one who never cared about the inhumane strength he's had compared to you, tossing you around like a rag doll whenever he pleased. Back then, you thought it brought him some sort of sick satisfaction to witness how weak you were underneath his grip. How he could do whatever he wanted to you and all you could do in retaliation was whimper and cry.

He drags you across the room, your knees hitting the floorboard as you're forced to crawl. He throws you down on the bed with a bounce, a yelp escaping your throat. You scream again, an ear shattering one just in hope anyone will hear. "Shut up." He grits through his teeth. He moves too fast for you to even comprehend what's going on before it's too late, before he's on top of you and his hand around your throat, tight and snug.

"Can you be quiet for us, y/n?" He asks, this time voice so guttural low it frightens you more than before. You're trembling, lips quivering as you do your best to nod.

“Good." He sighs, hand leaving your throat. He grins down at you, eyes looking over every inch of your body. You look at his arms now on either side of your head, can't help but stare at the pumping veins flexing along his arms. He's huge. Has more muscles than you can comprehend and could easily string you up and leave you for dead. And you don't want to die.

Back then during school, they would never hurt you too bad as long as you behaved. So you force the anxiety and terror down, trying to will the trembling away as you look up at him. "A-are you going to kill me?" You can't help but ask, voice painfully low.

He doesn't look like he minds you speaking, only stares at you in mock pity. "Of course not."

“We could never." Kirishima comes up, sitting next to the both of you. His thumb touches your bottom lip, caressing it. "We just want to get some rules down babe, like before. And if you follow them, we'll never have to hurt you."

"R-rules?"

Bakugo nods, knee slightly riding up between your thighs, lifting your dress up just the tiniest bit.

Kirishima smiles, finger running small circles on your shoulder, the small action causing you to shudder. "Like rule number one for instance..." He starts.

"When we offer to fuck you." Bakugo takes over. Fingers going to the straps of your dress, pulling them down. You choke on your fear, on your panic and anxiety as you shake your head no, words failing to escape you. "You beg and thank us for it." He finishes simply. Like this is an ordinary conversation between two consenting adults.

You open your mouth to speak, voice coming out in shuddering, shaking tone. "Please..." It was a plea for them to stop, for them to regain some sort of morality and let you go.

But they only laugh, ignoring your tears as Kirishima smiles. "See? Just like that."

[kweenkatsuki]

Bakugou x fem!reader

warnings: drunk Bakugou, a mention of babies

a/n: idk where all this came from but it’s heavily based on the fact that I said what Katsu says at the very end of this to my husband last night while we were both high as balls. So… enjoy💖

Bakugou is staring at you.

Normally this wouldn’t be a problem. He’s always glaring at you. He glares at everyone.

But tonight is different.

Tonight he’s staring. He’s staring into your eyes across the huge table with a big drunken dopey smile on his face.

It’s true, Bakugou doesn’t get drunk much. He doesn’t go out with the rest of the group.Kirishima almost always has to drag him out for drinks with everyone but tonight is a celebration.

Tonight everyone is proud to be out to congratulate him for making it to Number One. It’s an intimate get together. One booked in the private gardens of the most expensive restaurant in the heart of Tokyo. All of class 1-A have reunited to celebrate their fellow classmate. Well, all of class 1-A and you, Hanta’s inseparable best friend he met a few months after graduating from UA.

Meeting the rest of Hanta’s friends included Bakugou and you’ll admit, he’s a walking enigma that you’re both widely interested in and sometimes put off by. Still as the years went on, you both grew to be friendly and soon you were a core part of his friend group.

That is all to say, you and Bakugou are pretty close, so you know why Bakugou staring with a dopey grin at you is…out of character for him.

Bakugou is drunk.

The rest of the group are chatting amongst themselves, giggling and sipping wine or guzzling beer. You watch someone come by—Sato you think his name is—and pat Bakugou on the shoulder congratulating him again. Bakugou’s eyes only flash away from you for a second to shrug Sato off before they’re back on you.

You stand quietly with a little smile on your face and walk over to Bakugou to crouch next to him. You smile warmly at Sato, thanking him on Bakugou’s behalf before explaining he may have had a little too much to drink.

Once Sato walks back to the chattering group, you crouch down next to the blonde and whisper in his ear “Had enough beer for the night hmm Mr.Number One?”

You laugh a teasing little chortle as he frowns at you.

“Tsk, I ain’t dru—“ he’s cut off by a hiccup. A drunken hiccup.

“Haha of course you’re not. Why don’t we get you some fresh air bud?” You ask him, slowly grabbing his hand.

He thankfully doesn’t protest, and you have to wave off a very drunk Kirishima who tries to insist on taking care of his best buddy. You stumble out onto a balcony the restaurant gives you access too with Bakugou tucked into your side. The cool air hits your face and you hear him sigh in relief.

There’s small black iron bench and you struggle a bit to carry the hulking hero over to it. When you both are finally sitting down he leans his head onto your shoulder. His cheek is hot, his face flushed a pretty pink and he blinks sleepily as he gazes up at the sky.

“How’d you know I was drunk?” He slurs and you laugh as if he was being subtle.

“Well truthfully it’s cuz you were staring at me smiling like a loony toon across the table,” you explain giggling.

“Stupid. I ain’t no looney toon,” he grunts.

“Really? Why were you staring then?” You challenge raising an eyebrow.

He lifts his head from your shoulder and stares seriously at you. You can tell his drunk mind is trying to contemplate if he actually wants to tell you or not.

You know he decides he will when he shrugs and mutters “fuck it” to himself.

“Was starin’ cuz you’re fucking pretty and I was thinkin’, ‘she’d give me some pretty babies’.”

[bfbkg]

alternate alternate universe of you and your friendship group going on a big date bringing your boyfriends and the boyfriends don’t know each other. they’re all here because the girlfriends dragged them along, you obviously bringing bkg and your friends bringing their other halves kiri, kaminari and midoriya.

the boys haven’t spoken much since you and your friends do the majority of the talking and the men just take turns getting drinks and food for you all.

BUT when you all decide to go toilet and it’s just the boyfriends sitting around a table it is quiet. so quiet. nobody speaks and nobody can suss each other out yet.

probably kiri talks first and bakugou talks least. mentions his name and what he does. midoriya talks a little too much because he’s nervous and kaminari fills in with silly quips that makes kiri laugh. bakugou does hide a smile when midoriya admits he hates the food here and they all agree they come because you and the girlfriends like it.

[bfbkg]

you’re out late at a convenience store, trying to scrap together some semblance of a meal when you see a tall ass dude with a mask and his hood up trying to decide between ice cream flavors. he looks kind of like a celebrity, especially with those expensive ass sneakers he has on, but otherwise, he’s just a dude.

somehow he’s in front of you in line but when he gets to pay, you see he forgot his wallet. obviously frustrated he starts to move out of the line but you step up and offer to pay because fuck if you couldn’t have your ice cream at 2 in the morning. you pay for you items and leave, bidding the tall dude a good night. all the while he just stands there, flabbergasted that not only did you pay for him, you didn’t recognize the number 2 pro hero bakugo

THIS IS SO !!! SWEEEEEEEEET !!!

you know he’d be swearing under his breath, just had a shitty day and wants to just sit in silence at home. when you leave some spare change on the counter beside his ice cream he only catches your side profile and a mixture of your homely scent and perfume.

ngl i imagine him being so slightly offended you didn’t recognise him too LOL so he blames it on the fact he didn’t see much of your face either and it is 2am.

hes also annoyingly stubborn and prideful because he doesn’t need a stranger to pay for his ice cream. so he stomps out the store and does a light jog after you, before he realises it is 2am at night and he is chasing after a woman. so he slows down and calls for you.

“oi!”

you spin around precariously, holding your goods in your arms. you’ve got way too much that it was probably worth spending extra for a bag. katsuki momentarily thinks whether your generosity also expands to the earth too.

you blink at him, before recognising him from the shop, “hi? did i forget something?”

your face glows under the street lamp, an ugly orange that highlights your features. you’re pretty, soft where it matters with a huge puffer jacket covering your top half. you’re cute. so cute.

but he’s still in his grump, refusing to change as he grunts, “i didn’t need your money, send me your details.”

you don’t know whether to be offended by his brute tone. harsh around the edges as he whips out his phone to a money sending app.

still confused you say, “erm? it’s fine? it was only a few [pounds/dollars/euros/pesos/yen/your currency lmao.]”

he gives you a nod, “i don’t wanna owe you anythin’. type in your shit.”

he gestures his phone to you and you can’t wrap your head around this encounter. was his manhood hit? his manly pride? you can tell he can afford ice cream if his expensive ass trainers and designer hoodie is to go off. even his phone case has a monogram across.

you step back, “i’m fine, it doesn’t matter to me. you don’t owe me anything.”

bakugou frowns, stretching his jaw left to right. you can’t see much of his face with his hood covering his hair and his mask across the lower half of his face. his eyes are gorgeous, a red wine gum colour and you notice blonde strands peeking out his hood. he’s built, massive, the type of body you’d see on a pro… hero. wouldn’t dynamight look like this?

he notices the realisation gleam in your eyes and he sighs aloud, “can you just do it? i cannot be fucked for an article that i couldn’t afford my own ice cream.”

you let out an awkward laugh. what? “i mean… they wouldn’t be wrong? who doesn’t have apple pay in this day?”

he huffs, “phones new. twelfth this year.”

your eyes bulge, “twelfth? also wait, articles?”

you’re having a conversation with this stranger in the middle of the night and you’re low-key intrigued. okay maybe high key.

he also seems to be entertaining your confusion, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly and as he reaches up to scratch his head, his hood drops. wait? is it actually him?

“i break them all the fuckin time and yeah articles. i dunno if you’re a talker.”

“talker?”

“you just gonna repeat everything i say?”

the corner of your lip quirks up, “everything? no. just the important stuff.”

his eyes crinkle at you, amused. he turns his phone back to him, “if you don’t wanna put your username in, wanna try here?”

and shining back at you is his phones number pad.

“you think i’m going to give my phone number to an ungrateful broke stranger who followed me home at two am?”

he’s not supposed to take offence, he can see from the way you bite down on your lip and you tilt your head slightly to the left.

“all those points i can dispute but i can’t be asked so yeah. i do think so.”

“you think highly of yourself and very low of me?”

he yanks down his mask like it was a grand reveal, but you already had an inkling. a very sure inkling of who this man is.

“am i supposed to scream?”

“you’re supposed to put your number in, babe.”

“babe? i’ve upgraded.”

he is just as handsome as those magazines and high quality photos on twitter and videos on the news. his lips are plush and he’s got that shiny gold tooth he’s recently been known for.

“not everyday i meet a pretty girl at 2am willing to buy my ice cream.”

“you haven’t been in an mcdonald’s at night near a club then? it’s actually pretty common.”

“babe.” he gestured his phone towards you.

“dynamight.”

you’re both smiling at each other goofily and bakugou has to admit he can’t remember why he was so pissed off to get his pity ice cream anyway.

he nods like he understands, like he’s accepted defeat. “fine. i got the message, no number, rejected. but i still owe you.”

he starts to step backwards into the direction he came in and there’s something in you begging to follow him, a string tied to you. though you manage to stay put, so does your grin.

“if you want anything, you know where to find me.”

bakugou smirks, shoving his phone in his pocket and turning around. multiple places appear in your head of where you could find him, his agency most likely.

[atriedredfox]

ꜱᴜᴘʀɪꜱᴇ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: [Name] and Bakugo have been friends throughout the past 4 years at U.A. Highschool. Or so everyone thought until they watched Bakugo straight up barge into the bathroom while [Name] was in there taking a shower. This causes their classmates to question what they thought about the…um…couple?

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 

-Mentions of nudity

-Language

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫:

I saw some post on a03 an incredibly long time ago that had something similar to this happen, but I can’t find the post. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it so I just sorta wrote my own version of where ever I saw this. 

In all of the time the class of 1-A has spend together, and of all of the things they have endured- they have never seen Bakugo be nice to someone for more than 45 seconds. 

Now they were nearing their finally years in U.A., and it seemed as if everyone had dated someone. Except for [Name] and Bakugo.

They seemed as if they were friends- but no one assumed that they were close enough for Bakugo to barge right into the girls bathroom while she was taking a shower.

“Uh,” Kaminari was the first one to speak after everyone had shut up seeing it happen.

“I’m not the only one that saw that, right?” Kaminari asked, honey eyes nervously looking around at his classmates as they ate.

“No- no I defiantly saw that,” Hakurka replied.

“He can’t just do that!” Iida shouted, dropping his fork.

Momo stood up, along with Ashido. Both looking at each other in understanding that they have to go after him.

They were the first two girls to approach the door and discovered it was locked. Momo summoned a lock pick out of her arm, slowly and carefully twisting it until the lock clicked.

As soon as the door creaked open, everyone could hear the silent sound of water running and Bakugo’s loud voice.

“I’m just to fed up with it- I’m so ahead of everyone else in the class and I’m basically at pro at this point- why the hell am I still taking test?” Bakugo ranted as he leaned against the tile wall of the girls restroom, arms folded over his chest.

Both peeking girls were alarmed to see him in there talking so causally, but even more alarmed to see him pull the shower curtain back and hand you a bottle of shampoo.

At this point all the girls were in there watching with wide amazed eyes- and even some of the other boys were looking around the doorframe to see what was happening.

“Kat, we’ll both be out of year in nearly two years,” [Name’s] voice echoed off the walls as her hand appeared out from behind the curtain and handed the bottle back to him.

Everyone heard that, and everyone shared a equally startled look.

Kat?

Bakugo just allowed someone to call him a nickname? The boy got mad when you called him by his first name, and she was calling him by a nickname? What is going on here?

“You don’t think I know that, idiot?” Bakugo snapped, slouching over and glaring at the girl behind the curtain.

“Just saying. Your not the only one that’s sick of it. By the way, your shirt is in my dorm room. You left it yesterday.”

Now that last sentence had to keep everyone from gasping loudly. If anyone was doubting that they were dating- that defiantly had to put there doubts aside.

But they couldn’t have been dating for a while now. Everyone would have notice. So how are they both so comfortable around each other?

Uraraka slapped her hand over her mouth seeing [Name] step out of the shower, naked, in front of Bakugo!

“Hand me a towel- also, can I stay at your parents house this weekend? I don’t want to stay at the dorms.”

“Yeah here- whatever. They won’t care. They already love you more than me.”

Ashido was rolling on the floor- blown away by what everyone had discovered.

And- just by mistake- let out a chuckle that alerted the new couple.

Bakugo turned his head to the door as everyone squeezed together to hide behind the wall.

“Who’s there?” He called out, ruby eyes lidded as he watched the wall carefully.

“They’ve been there this entire time,” [Name] informed him while she wrapped a towel around herself and dried her hair, “ watching us like a bunch of creeps.”

Bakugo scuffed, “what?”

“Yeah, well, you kind of slammed the door. And some how in these 4 years, you haven’t made it obvious that we’ve been dating.”

Before anyone lost there head, they rushed out the bathroom door. All catching their breath and calling the boys to run with them.

4 years? They’ve been dating that long and no one’s noticed!?

To the shock of horror of the students, they quickly heard Bakugo call after them with anger. Yelling something about them being creeps.

Most of the couples classmates were confused about the situation, but one thing is for sure. 

They are never letting Bakugo live this down. 

[xphntmhvx]

Out of all of the villains he had faced throughout his life, out of all of the hardships in life, and all of the death scares that had him contemplating his mortality, out of all of the terrifying experiences bakugo katsuki had experienced in his life, he had yet to conquer the horrifying dilemma that was paparazzi.

Paparazzi... nothing more than a plague upon the earth, an invasive disease that worked tirelessly to destroy any and every aspect of his life. He hated them. He hated every last one of the noisy, obnoxious fans-in-disquise that followed him through the streets and waited for him outside of his home, morning and night.

But you were different. Even as you were cloaked in the waves of cameras, microphones, and blinding flashes, he could tell you were different. Maybe it was in the way you'd smile softly at him, taking your own notes as you kept your distance, letting others push past you to rush to ask questions about the famous Dynamite's latest mission.

He appreciated you, as much as the term made his stomach clench, and everything you did for him, no matter how small. He noticed how you'd attempt to draw the attention away from him whenever you noticed him getting too worked up with the endless stream of highly personal questions. He saw how you spent hours outside of his home in the late hours of the night, most likely forced to be there by the rest of your team by the way sleep would constantly lull your attention away from him, only to coax the others to give him some space when he threatened to blow up every camera within a ten mile radius.

But he most appreciated the look you gave him the first time you appeared at a signing, standing behind lines of unruly fangirls shoving books, t-shirts, and even bras in his face to ask for his signature. Yet, his eyes were glued to you. To how your tongue stuck out just past your lips as you looked for a perfect shot between the waves of sweaty, screaming teen girls.

It was the look you gave him the moment he snatched a shirt that looked to be your size out of the air (it was a Dynamite limited edition piece, of course).

He smirked as he watched the gentle smile you usually gave him slowly morph to a look of confusion as his eyes remained glues to your own. He scribbles something on the shirt, most likely jotting down his signature. But then, you watched as his smirk only grows as he makes a bee line through the crowd, heading straight toward you. It was the look you gave him as he tossed the shirt at you, giving you one last smirk before heading away from screaming fans and flashing lights that popped like pins.

It wasn't until your shock wore off that you held the shirt out in front of you. It sported a picture of him in one of his trademark aggressive poses, all while wearing his hero costume. The only thing you didn't recognize from all of the displays you'd seen in the windows of hero merch shops was the fresh stain of black marker. He spared one last glance over his shoulder before you were too far out of sight, just in time to see a wave of disbelief wash over you as you realize that it wasn't his signature that he had written down, but his personal phone number.

[shorkbrian]

Your brother Kirishima and his spiritual, moral brother Tetsutetsu, will worship you from head to toe. They will love, lick and mark every millimeter your "gorgeous and fragile" body. They will carry you in their arms like a bride treasure, if you tell them. Sometimes they fight over you, because they're both terribly possessive, but once they see you, they team up to love you.until you're become stupid enough to admit you're their bride

Not requcst, just letting you know💞

omg stOP I can’t be this horny this early in the day pls bro oml.

god

(What to expect - incest, NSFW, dubcon, manhandling. Blowjobs, size kink, DP in one hole (I cannot believe I just typed that lol I’ve fallen so far))

Seriously just thinking about how Kirishima and Tetsutetsu grew up together, you’re used to their little antics. They’re gym buddies now, and Tetsutetsu showers after Kiri before the two of them come and invade whatever space you’re in. The three of you had moved in together, and at the time you had thought it to be a good idea. It was seemingly less attractive now that you knew 80% of your homelife would be spent speared on one, if not both of their cocks.

When you’re in your room, one sprawls across the bed, the other lounging on the floor, whining for attention.

If you’re in the kitchen, they crowd around you, barely giving you space to breathe as they pester you with questions, let their hands wander, snickering when you slap them away.

Watching TV? they’ll plop down on either side of you, tripping you between two hard (in more ways than one), muscled bodies.

You can’t ever ignore them for long, because even if you try, you’ll get pulled away from whatever you’re doing, and into a lap.

Sometimes it’s Kirishima’s, your brother grabbing your hips and pulling you over his legs, until you’re straddling him chest-to-chest. Kisses get pressed to your face, all over your cheeks, and his hands are already kneading at your ass like a cat kneads at a blanket.

Other times, it’ll be Tetsutetsu that picks you up, swinging you up into his arms like a princess, cooing at your “cute little face!” as he carries you. The silver-haired man finds a good spot to sit down, situating you in his lap so you’re sideways, Kirishima sliding to sit next to his bro, slinging your legs over his lap.

You’re used to the uneasy feeling in your stomach every time they come around, have already made peace with the fact that they're going to touch you, and you can’t stop them. This had been going on long enough for you to begrudgingly accept all of it.

They’re so big, and beefy, it’s impossible to try and fight.

So you let them grope your body, kissing every single inch. Tetsutetsu paws at your chest while sucking hickies onto you neck, Kirishima tickling thee skin of your legs while he messily kisses up them.

It’s often that you find one of them on their knees in front of you, eagerly trying to pull down your bottoms before you can even breathe.

The other one will catch your hands, stop you from trying to keep yourself dressed, kissing you deeply as the other man bares your lower half.

Your knee gets lifted over a shoulder, the man between your legs immediately diving into suckling at your folds, slurping and spitting and being gross between your thighs.

The sensation is overwhelming. With Kirishima, he likes to focus on your clit, catch it gently between his teeth and flick his tongue over it repeatedly, make you sag against his face and scream, Tetsutetsu holding you up, swallowing your scream with his mouth on yours.

With Tetsutetsu between your legs, it’s more controlled, a steady buildup until you cum. It doesn’t hit you like a truck out of nowhere, the silver-haired man preferring to go slow and steady, hands digging into your thighs to keep you still.

Sometimes, when Tetsutetsu is out, Kirishima will make you ride his face, lapping at you like a dog, hands on your hips forcing you to grind against him, pressing his nose between your folds, absolutely drenching his face.

You don’t know what they see in you, why they worship you so.

Tetsu likes cockwarming, having his dick nestled inside your warmth at night, hand around your waist to stop you from wiggling away from him and letting his cock pop free while he sleeps. He hates waking up to find you gone.

It’s hard to move though, with Kirishima pressed to your other side, face nuzzled into your chest.

Kirishima’s tried cockwarming with you, having you kneel and hold him in your mouth while he plays a game, but he can never hold himself back. You try to swallow your saliva around his thick dick, and he’s gone, frantically humping against your face, apologizing for being so rough.

You only ever get a break when they go to the gym, and it’s hardly a break when you have the knowledge that they’re going to come home, keyed up and pumped full of testosterone, ready to fuck your brains out.

They get in fights sometimes, only when they come back from the gym. They remind you of two giant bears, spitting at each other, baring their teeth, posturing while one clutches you to their chest.

You feel like a rag doll, getting pulled around like you weigh nothing. Kirishima will growl at Tetsu, because the redhead wants more time with you, doesn’t want to pull out and let his cum splatter to the floor.

Tetsutetsu’s impatient, cock hard enough to cut diamonds, already stripped and lubed, ready to pound into your mushy, sopping wet insides, mix up Kiri’s cum into froth.

Their fights never last for long, Tetsu being satisfied when Kirishima makes you offer the other man your mouth, or your tits for him to fuck.

It’s the worse when they fuck you at the same time, spending more than an hour prepping you so they can squeeze both of their cocks into your cunt. It’s agonizing, more mentally so than physically - they take care of you after all.

Kirishima’s cock is blunter than Tetsu’s, uncut and thick, enough to leave you breathless and stuffed whenever he fucks up into you. Even stationary, it’s almost too much, stretching you uncomfortably.

Tetsu’s longer than Kirishima, arguably prettier, with his cock circumcised, prominent crown, veins traveling the length. He’s just as thick, but both men can fuck you until you pass out, so “who’s cock is better” isn’t ever really a question that crosses your mind.

They’ve asked you before, turning it into a game, taking turns fucking you until you’re a sobbing, drooling mess, barely even able to hold yourself up as they bounce you on their cocks.

But when they both fuck you, you’re crying from the first second that the second cock teases at your hole. You know the pressure will be immense, make you choke and sob, clutching onto whoever’s closest as they coo and praise you for taking them so well.

As soon as your body adjusts to the intrusion, neither of them hold back, thrusting up, kissing your neck, shoulders, face, any inch of skin they can reach. They say it feels amazing, having your gummy walls clenching down on them, so tight it’s almost painful, accompanied by the sensation of their cocks rubbing against each other.

When they penetrate you at the same time, they never last long.

Other times, Kirishima will claim your pussy, leaving your ass to Tetsutetsu who has the patience to prep you fully, tongue, then fingers, until you’re ready for his cock.

Kirishima’s the one with a noticeably higher sex drive, always crawling over you for a quickie, manhandling you whenever you’re focused doing something else, easily putting you in positions where he has access to your cunt.

Sometime’s he’s kind enough to let you still work on whatever it was you were doing, such as schoolwork, or playing a game while he fucks you.

It’s a never-ending cycle with these two, always having someone touching you, kissing you, licking you, fucking you.

You’re going to have to start liking it sooner or later, because they don’t plan on stopping

[honeyglz]

✮General Kirishima crush head cannons✮

A/N- Thought I'd take a break from the angst and do a little slice of life/fluff :) Enjoy ! Gender Neutral reader :D (Though manly is used for kiri. But yea ) Also announcement, my requests are open!! Feel free to drop in and check it out <3

Warning- Your both idiots in love, also min proof reading done for this lol -♡-

Kirishima "dense ass' Eijiro

The absolute fucker.

This man. This poor man.

Your so down bad it hurts to watch.

Everyone in the class knows you had a thing for the red head

Everyone but the red head himself

Literally denies it with every bone in his body when ppl point it out

Cause, like, how could someone so manly like you, like him?

Math aint mathin to him.

Though he's more than content just taking in your awesomeness from the friend zone

And if he's stuck in the friend zone then he's gonna be the best friend you could ask for.

Cold? Need a coat? Kiri's got 6 diffrent types and they're all for the pickin

Thirsty? He's got a bottle of your favourite drink on hand as well as water.

He's got it everything and its all for u bby

ALSO. I just feel it in my bones, deep in my being that he's vry affectionate physically as well as pertective

Arm around you in public when a creep is near (in the totally platonic not Im dying to date you way)

Hand on your shoulder before a test.

Piggy back rides and play fights all round

Its only when your both alone watching some shitty movie curled up together that it hits him.

Maybe you do like him back. :)

Since then you both have been dancing along the now very thin line of friends and lovers

But who cares. You and him will move to the next level when your both ready :)

-♡-

[emmyrosee]

Random thought #354 (13:45)

Bakugou has to know your location at all times.

He‘s got your location on his phone, his watch, the alarm system lets him know when you enter the house, it’s an obsession of his to know where you are.

There’s even a little tracker in the ring he gave you- with your consent of course, he’s not that much of an asshole- and he’s pleased when he sees it out and about with you while you run your errands or go out with friends.

He hides it under the guise of “need to make sure your ass ain’t cheating on me.”

But that’s not true. You know that’s not true.

A little possessive, maybe, but it’s not like that.

Bakugou has to know your location at all times because he knows how dangerous it is out there, how something could happen in an instant and he needs to be right there when you need him most. He’d stop battles, abandon his job, blow himself and others up in any chance to get to you if you needed him.

He knows the addresses of all your friends, family, every hospital in the area. He knows the vin of your car by heart, he knows your schedule, he’s so crazy about doing his best to keep you safe that it’s almost cute.

Nuzzling your head against his chest while he confirms your location on his phone, you give him a chuckle, making him hum in acknowledgment.

“Think you’re growing soft on me, Katsu,” you mumble, a loving thumb stroking over his collarbone.

He scoffs and offers you a scowl, “what are you talking about?”

“You just wanna keep me safe always, don’t you?”

“I don’t give a shit what you do, ain’t my job to keep you safe.”

It kind of is, but you let that die on your tongue and replace it with a kiss against his jawline, chuckling when he angles his head for more of your sweet affection.

“You falling in love with me or something?” You purr, laying your head back down against him to let his cheeks flush in peace.

He laughs out a bark, but you hear his heart-rate pick up a bit under your ear.

“Can’t stand your bitchass. Idiot.”

[wannabe-amateur-writer]

Dabi X Reader: Soulmate AU

Soulmate au: in which the name and the first sentence your soulmate says to you is marked on your wrist.

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Warning: Stalkerish Dabi, swearing, breaking and entering, (no harm towards you).

Your soulmate was dead. Toya Todoroki. That name graced the skin on your wrist. Taunting you. Reminding you you were truly alone in this godforsaken world.

You were twenty one now. Three years had passed since you discovered you had a dead guy for a soulmate. A dead guy that endured so much pain whilst alive, albeit you didn't know that though. Maybe if you did you wouldn't have hated the world so much for being so cruel to you, giving you the name of a person who died before you even met them.

As you trudged home through the dregs of the evening, you passed a crowd of people, either also rushing to get home or trying to seek shelter nearby as buckets full of ice cold water seeped through the vengeful grey clouds.

Your grip on the grocery bags tighten as you push past people at an attempt to get home quicker. The rain was heavy enough as it was but you knew it was only just the beginning of the storm that would soon follow. Your carelessness got the better of you as you crashed into someone else, your bags immediately slipping from your soaked hands. The person didn't even stop to help or even apologise, and although it was technically your fault, they were also at blame too.

"Hey!! You could at least help pick up the bags you made me drop!", You yell behind you to the figure that was stalking off.

"Seems more of a you problem, doll", the person responded, his deep voice echoing over the bustling crowd who seemed blind to your situation. Just as those words left the strangers mouth, pain shot through your wrist, the one with the soulmate mark. You wince, ripping your sleeve up, thinking maybe you somehow got hurt, but to your shock a familiar sentence was etched onto your skin. The man also stopped, feeling a familiar sensation to you. He tugged his sleeve slightly which revealed your angered words below your name.

He turned to see you now sat on the ground as you got shoved by the crowd. However that didn't bother you as a ringing was blaring in your mind.

'I have a soulmate. My soulmate's alive.'

He sauntered back to your dazed form which was still peering at the words on your wrist as if questioning whether it was really there or not. He picked up your grocery bags, dropping them on your lap which snapped you out of your trance. You look up to see his figure once again trailing away from you.

"Hey, wait!!!", You call out, jumping to your feet, attempting to catch up to him but you already lost sight of him as he blended further into the neverending crowd of people who were still oblivious to the event that just took place, more concerned about their own lives.

You didn't understand. Did he not feel the words print onto his skin? He must've, he turned back and helped you. So why'd he act like nothing happened?

'I was being rude, that's why', you concluded in your head.

The rest of your walk home was filled with confusion, worry, doubt and even more confusion. After twenty exhausting minutes you finally made it back to your apartment, but unbeknownst to you a pair of turquoise eyes watched and followed your every move.

You took a seat on the island, allowing all sorts of thoughts to unleash inside your mind.

'Toya Todoroki is... alive?'

'Toya Todoroki's alive.'

'But he died.'

'He burned to death.'

'But there's a print on my wrist, he's not dead.'

'But then why did he fake his death?'

'Am I in trouble for finding this out?'

You were conflicted with way too many emotions for you to handle. This was all too much to take in. It must've been a fluke or something. Maybe tomorrow you'll wake and forget the whole ordeal. The mark could vanish by then and everything will go back to normal.

~ ~ ~

A few days went by and the mark was still there. Every time the thoughts crept into your mind you shoved them back, but late at night you couldn't help but flood yourself with them. You didn't get much sleep as each night you would lie awake with a racing mind. The night twiddled away and you only slipped into slumber four hours before you would have to wake up again. You couldn't function with a barely rested body and brain, and the result of that was starting to catch up with you.

It was also the contributing factor as to why you failed to notice your stalker. Well, you were paranoid, constantly feeling a steady gaze on you but you had just brushed it off as your imagination playing tricks on you. You continued your life as normal... Well as normal as possible. You had just found out that your dead soulmate wasn't as dead as you, nor the world thought and to top that off you doubted you'd ever see him again. You were torn between various options.

Should you look for him?

Should you tell someone?

Should you just get on with your life?

Should you move away? There had to be dangers with being the soulmate of a should be dead hero in training.

You didn't really know that Toya was actually known to be a notorious villain. You didn't really keep up with the news, especially since you recently returned to the country from a business trip.

So you decided to just forget it. He clearly didn't want anything to do with you, and you just had to pretend you didn't have one which would be easy as you have been for the past three years.

~~~~ Another Time Skip ~~~~~

It had been about two weeks now. You had just come home after a particularly tiresome work day. God you just wanted to sit and relax.

You shut your door, lying your back on it before you caught a whiff of (your favourite meal) being cooked.

You instantly go stiff, what the fuck?!?

You quietly crept towards the kitchen, your keys instinctively between your fingers. This hadn't been your first break in.

As you peek through the threshold you see a tall, lanky male lingering over your stove. He had a plate with most of the contents of (favourite meal) on it, some still being prepared.

You were conflicted with thoughts. If he was a burglar why was he cooking? Did he get hungry or something? He didn't even have a mask on, nor did it seem like he stole anything. What the fuck...???

"Welcome home, doll", his husky voice cut through the air.

Oh shit. He knew you were there. Fuck. Fuck.

You wanted to run. You wanted to scream. You wanted to get out of this situation. Who was he? How the hell did he know you were there? What did he want??

Once finally done putting food on the plates, he grabs them both, walking towards the island.

"Well, c'mon doll. Food's not gonna eat itself", he chuckled slightly. You still couldn't get a good look at his face. Your knees started wobbling, threatening to give in. Your body trembled as your vision began to blur. You didn't eat much since finding out you had a soulmate. It kind of just slipped your mind, as well as drinking properly. Work overtook your life as it provided an escape to your situation.

Just as you were about to fall, strong arms gripped onto you, supporting you back up. They didn't let go even once you were on your feet again. You weren't stable enough.

"Tch, doll, you really shouldn't put off eating. I know work is important to you an' all but so's your well-being", the husky voice of your intruder rang through your ears as he helped you towards a seat on the island.

You tried prying yourself away from him but due to your recent lack of sustenance as well as the shock still in your system, it was futile. He then sat across from you, finally you could see what he looked like.

He had discoloured patches of skin that was attached by staples. He did have a few piercings but with all the metal on his face it kind of blended. His hair was spiky and black, although it added to his scary appearance you did want to reach out and touch it. He overall looked eerily handsome.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer", he smirked, snapping you out of your daze. You now noticed his eyes. They were turquoise but edging towards cerulean blue.

"What...?", you then came to your senses. He broke into your house. He wanted something... Or he wanted to do something to you. You immediately jolted up which wasn't a good idea as you stood too fast and fell back into the seat again. The man got up when you did too. He genuinely seemed like he was concerned, although his face didn't show it. Cautiously he sat back down, as if ensuring himself you would be okay before doing so.

"Who are you? What do you want?! If you're a burglar, you're shit at your job", you spew out. He stared at you for a moment before letting out a low chuckle.

"Doll, why would I burgle my soulmate? That'd just be plain dumb", his words caught you off guard. Soulmate?!!!

You instinctively peered at his wrists which were both near his face as he propped his elbows on the island and used his hands to hold his head. His jacket sleeves had slipped down and you caught sight of a very familiar set of words.

Hey!! You could at least help pick up the bags you made me drop!

Your eyes widen and the man took notice of it. His eyes look to the side at his left wrist before smirking again once realising that you finally realised.

Your head then drops to stare at your own wrist, brushing your thumb against the words as you read it in your head.

Seems more of a you problem, doll.

It was actually there, no hallucinations. It didn't disappear. You then go over the name of your soulmate. Toya Todoroki. Again, it was still there, it seemed a little darker than before as if it was confirming that it was real and still there.

You then look back up at your soulmate who was watching you intensely. You gulped, your throat felt dry and itchy. That was the least of your concerns though.

You slowly reach out across the table with the arm that had the soul mark. His eyes latched onto the limb moving closer towards him, soon realising what it was you wanted. He reluctantly let his arm fall onto the table but it wasn't upturned. You both knew he did that intentionally, and he was amused to see your bewildered expression. Your eyes widen again as your lips part to form a tiny o shape.

He thought for sure you weren't going to do anything but surprisingly he was mistaken as you put your hand on top of his before flipping it around, gently at that, as if you were scared he'd break if you held it too hard.

Once it was successfully turned, you gently tugged his sleeve back down, wanting to see and go over his mark. Wherever the tips of your fingers made contact with his skin, it tingled like crazy for a few seconds. Without warning you moved your fingers away once completely going over each letter. He yearned for the tingly feeling again but in its place the once darkened letters suddenly lit up a bright gold. You both stared at it in shock. This was crazy.

"What-what the hell happened?!", You squeaked.

'Cute', he thought.

"You tell me, you did it", he remarked, watching your adorable perplexed expression, as if you were trying to piece it all together.

"No one said this would ever happen", you didn't know what to do, so instead you put your arm out for him, "touch it".

"I'd rather touch you elsewhere if I'm being completely honest".

Your face contorted to one of utter fear, shock and horror, he couldn't hide the amusement he felt.

"FUCKING WHAT?!??", you screech out, "no, no, no, NO!!"

"Relax, maybe later I will", before you could respond he began going over the print on your wrist causing you to break out with the tingly feeling you once subjected him to. And sure enough, once he completely went over every letter and removed his fingers, the words began to glow and turn a bright gold.

"Holy hell", you mutter, staring at the print and slowly going over it yourself, "does this mean something? It's gotta".

"Even if it did why would we be the only ones that may have it?", he asked which you scowled at.

"Because", you couldn't think of a response making him raise a brow at you, amused, "because... We're like... Ultimate soulmate's???"

At this he let out a hearty laugh, throwing his head back. You pouted.

"Why are you even here anyways? You didn't seem like you wanted anything to do with me when we met", you ask.

He just peered at you, "you... Interest me".

Thoughts ran wild in your head, not good ones at that.

"You've been watching me...?"

"Ding, ding, ding!", he said as if it were the most obvious thing- and normal thing at that- in the world.

"You fucking perv...", you eventually state after a moment of silence. He only grinned.

"This is... Way too much. Why were you watching me? How did you even get in?!? You know this isn't normal at all, right??", You blurt out in a frenzy.

"Relax doll, I didn't watch you when you were changing or in the bathroom. I respect your privacy".

"Respect my privacy?!!? Yet you stalk me?!", He only chuckled.

"You're gonna be a fun soulmate to deal with", you both say in unison, his tone being more amused whilst yours being slight irritation and mainly sarcastic.

~ Time Skip ~

Another two weeks had passed. A lot has happened. You found out your soulmate was a villain, he didn't deny it. You sounded very casual once you brought it up.

He broke into your house, as usual, well actually he made a copy of your key.

"Honey, I'm home!", He called out to you. You were sat on the sofa in the living room, fuming.

"You didn't tell me you were a villain", you say, arms crossed and peering at him.

"No 'welcome back, how was your day?'", you never greeted him like that, he was the one breaking into your house after all.

"You go by Dabi now?", You ask.

He scowled slightly, "you don't call me that. You call me by my real name".

"So you are a villain?", You raise a brow.

"I thought you already knew", he nonchalantly responded.

"No, I didn't, and even if I did it still should've been something you told me, Toya!!", upon hearing your raised voice he stared at you as you stormed off towards the kitchen.

Following you he softly asked, "are you mad?"

You release a breath, gripping onto the counter but still facing away from him, "no... You're lucky that my work isn't related to heroism else I'd have been extremely pissed".

He wrapped his arms around your waist as you began cutting up some vegetables. He rested his chin on your shoulder as he watched you.

"I'm glad I've got a chill soulmate", he mumbled before slowly reaching for your wrists, making you let go of the knife. He then bumped you away with his hip, "you can't cut properly. I'll do it".

"Fuck you, Toya", you give him the middle finger but a smile made its way onto your lips before you began checking the food in the oven.

Dabi smirked, "love you too, babe".

[littlesponge-fics]

The Boy Next Door Masterlist

Fandom: My Hero Academia Pairing: Bakugou x fem!Reader Rating: PG-13 Status: Summary: Help! You’ve fallen hard for the problematic boy next door, and you don’t know what to do about it. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. You wanted to bury it, lock it inside a shoe box and stash it in the far reaches of your closet, never to be acknowledged or looked upon again. Unfortunately, everyone around you seems to have their own opinion on the matter; and that just leads you into more trouble you never asked for. Warnings: Sex talk and innuendo.

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