something about husband!bruce wayne wanting his reader to take charge of everything when he’s tired itches my brain the right way.
bruce is spent after a long night of fighting small time crooks, the indentation of his cowl still resting over the skin of his cheeks. he’s halfway through taking his gloves off when you walk into the batcave, the robe he’d gifted you for your fourth anniversary looking far too nice on your figure for his current tired liking.
exhausted out of his mind, he seeks the comfort of your warmth, bringing you into the tightest hug he can muster when his muscles are strained and bones feel like they’ll pop out of their sockets. it’s a sign enough for you to help him undress.
he could take care of himself, but for goodness’s sake, he was an old man now! —- if salt-and-pepper hair deemed him as such. out of his late thirties with joint problems and the awful sting in the neck from a particular fight against bane years ago, getting the suit off could be troublesome.
you work the gloves off his fingers, a sigh of relief leaving bruce’s lips when the hot material slips from his aching skin. pressing kisses to the tips of every digit and then the palm, you move to the utility belt, shortly discarded on the nearby table along with the gloves.
“thank you, my dear,” he whispers, a rasp underlying in his words. you cup the side of his neck and kiss the edge of what seems like the pressure line of his cowl still marked near his jaw. his breath hitches, taken aback by the tenderness of your actions, although anything but unfamiliar.
“shower?” you ask quietly, massaging over the tense muscles of his shoulders. “mhm. you, me, and some much needed steam.” once all of his fighting garments are discarded, you drag him along for some much needed personal attention. and maybe some medical care, too.
after a long night on patrol, your boobs are dick grayson's favorite pillows ❤︎ fluff
Dick barely lets you settle onto the bed before collapsing on top of you and burying his face between your breasts.
"Dick."
He answers with a muffled hum, turning his head until his cheek settles comfortably against the curve of one. His arms wind around your waist, one leg thrown over both of yours.
"You're crushing me."
"No." His hair is still damp from the shower, cold against the skin above your neckline. "I'm holding you. There's a difference."
You look down at him. Only his eyes and the top of his head remain visible, the rest of his face thoroughly cushioned against you. Three new bruises darken the arm slung across your waist, and he keeps shifting weight off one shoulder every time he adjusts. None of that, apparently, warrants any real medical attention when cuddling you is an option instead.
"Do you plan on moving?"
"Eventually."
"When?"
"You ask a lot of questions for a pillow."
You give the back of his head a gentle flick, and Dick responds with an exaggerated groan, lifting his head just enough to show you the deeply offended look on his face.
"Ow. I'm injured," he reminds you.
"You barely felt that," you say, trying not to laugh.
He drops his head and presses his face against your chest again with a wounded little huff, and your fingers slip into his hair anyway. Dick falls quiet the moment your nails begin scratching lightly against his scalp, the tension in his shoulders slowly easing.
After a moment, he shifts, dragging his cheek from one breast to the other as though carefully comparing them before wedging his face comfortably between both.
"There," he murmurs. "Best pillows I've ever had."
"You're unbelievable."
"Soft. Warm. Supportive."
You tug lightly at his hair. "You sound like you're reviewing a mattress."
"Five stars."
You tell him you're going to throw him off the bed. That only makes Dick hook his leg more firmly over yours and turn his face deeper into your boobs, ensuring that removing him would now require considerably more effort than you're willing to make.
Gradually, his breathing begins to deepen, each exhale warm against your skin.
"You okay, baby?" you ask softly.
He nods against you.
"And your shoulder?"
"A little sore."
You offer to get him something for it—an ice pack, painkillers—but Dick only gives a small shake of his head and pulls himself closer.
"M'comfortable," he says, eyes slipping closed. "Seriously, these are so much better than the pillows at the manor."
You raise an eyebrow. "Alfred buys absurdly expensive pillows."
Dick turns his head, pressing his ear to your chest. "So? None of them have a heartbeat."
Your fingers slow. For a moment, neither of you speaks.
"I like hearing yours," he says eventually. There's no teasing in his voice now. Only exhaustion and quiet sincerity. "It's nice. After patrol."
You've always suspected this is part of why he reaches for you on nights like these, but hearing him finally admit it softens you more than you expect.
You run your thumb along his cheekbone. "You could have just said so."
"And where's the fun in that?"
He presses a drowsy kiss against your skin, barely more than a brush of his lips, then nestles into you again. Your hand slides to his back, tracing slow circles there. As he drifts off, his hold on you loosens, his palm resting warm against your bare stomach while his cheek grows heavier against your chest.
"Dick?"
Nothing.
A careful nudge to his side earns only a quiet sound as he burrows deeper into the softness beneath him without opening his eyes. With a sigh, you reach around the entire acrobat sprawled across you and pull the blanket over both of you.
He's annoying, clingy, and completely ridiculous. By morning, your back will ache and at least one of your limbs will be numb. Still, your arms close around him, ready to hold him there all night.
a very drunk frat!kuna tells you how much he adores his shy girlfriend
the frat parties at your university were insane. so much to the point, a lot of people considered it a party school, though, you always argued that they have excellent academic programs as well. those were overlooked the second the info for the next function was posted. your boyfriend and his friends were hosting one and he wanted you there with him. you complied, only if there was something in it for you. he promised he’d make it up to you somehow, so here you were.
the music blared through the mansion, it was so loud you could feel each vibration thumping in your head. the air was heavy with the strong smell of alcohol and sweat. people were dancing, chatting, some even jumping into the pool. your boyfriend was no where to be found. you walked past a cluster of people in the kitchen playing beer pong. he wasn’t there. you searched upstairs, nothing. where did he go? did he abandon his own party?
you finally found him in a corner by the side door, leaning against the wall as he stared out the window. you snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around him. he jumped and immediately gaping at you in horror.
“woahhhh there. please watch it. please,” he slurred. you blinked at him, confused.
“what do you mean?”
he didn’t even bother sparing you another glance. “i have a girlfriend. so respectfully, keep your hands to yourself.”
you snorted and stared at him in disbelief. was this some sort of prank?
“where is this girlfriend of yours?” you asked sarcastically.
“i dunno, she went off somewhere. i’ve been looking for her actually, miss her.” he frowned, eyebrows knitting together in disappointment. you were amazed at his commitment to this bit. surely he was just poking fun at you, right?
“i miss smelling her hair. she doesn’t know it, but her smell always smells really, really nice.” he rubbed his eye and yawned. “fuck it, i could sniff her nice smell alll day.”
“ah yes, you could sniff her nice smell and smell it forever.” you repeated in disbelief . you’ve never actually seen sukuna drunk before. he was quite the prankster it seemed like.
he squinted at you before grunting. “is something funny? are you making fun of my girlfriend?” he asked pointedly. you giggled before you realized he was dead serious. this wasn’t some prank he was playing, he genuinely thought he was talking to some stranger. who was making fun of his girlfriend. and her smell. which was apparently nice.
“no no, of course not. in fact, tell me more about her.” you replied, keeping your voice light. this was a chance to see how he really viewed you. who knew, maybe he liked you outside of your nice smell.
“she’s so cute. you know, she’s my tutor too. funny how that worked out. i was supposed to be bringing my grades up, but i walked out with a wholeee new distraction.” he sighed happily. “wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“oh?”
he nodded, eyes looking off on the distance dreamily. “she’s a little shy, yeah, but when she gets comfortable with you… damn it’s the best. i’d sell my left kidney to see her right now.”
“sell…your left kidney?” …what? how did he jump to selling kidneys?
“right is fine too. i’m not very picky.” he shrugged.
“that’s not what i—nevermind.” you shook your head. it was pointless to reason with him now. he was still staring off like a little lover boy deep in thought, not realizing the girl he was yearning for was right in front of him.
“no one could everrr come close to her,” he declared, words slurring even more now. “or her nice smell.”
“bummer.” you deadpanned. “want me to help you find her?”
his eyes lit up and he turned his head to look at you, really look at you for the first time in the conversation. he froze as it all dawned on him.
“hello ‘kuna. guess you found me?” blush crept up on his ears as he averted his gaze.
“shut up,” he muttered. “i didn’t know.” it was like the embarrassment alone sobered him up.
“i know. you were too busy staring off in the distance and yapping about how amazing i am.” you giggled as the blush rose to his cheeks and he sighed.
“i’m never gonna hear the end of this, will i?”
“nope! take whatever you were planning before, and double it. no—” you smile grew even wider. “triple it.”
he sighed and wrapped his arm around you and buried his nose in your hair. “yes ma’am.”
you grinned at him. “that’s more like it.” he grunted in response and you froze. “sukuna, are you sniffing me right now?”
♯ megumi fushiguro x reader
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the soft glow of your phone lit the room as you lay sprawled across the bed, one leg bent beneath the blankets while your thumb mindlessly flicked from one post to the next. you’d barely register anything you’d looked at in the last 20 minutes, your thoughts drifting elsewhere every few seconds. to him.
megumi had only been gone a few days, called away on an extensive mission that had kept him out longer than either of you had expected. you were used to missions, they came with the territory, but that didn't make the apartment feel any less empty while he was away.
the quiet click of the bedroom door pulled you from your thoughts and you looked up immediately.
a little paler than when he'd left, megumi stepped inside, looking every bit as worn out as you expected. his uniform was wrinkled, his hair a mess, and the exhaustion on his face was impossible to miss. even standing in the doorway, he looked like he was running on whatever little energy he had left, the tension evident in the slow rise and fall of his breathing.
a smile found your lips before you could stop it, greeting softly, "hey, gumi..”
he lingered by the door for a moment, eyes finding you almost immediately. "hey," his voice was quieter than usual.
for a split second, something softened in them. there was a flicker of need, small enough that anyone else would've missed it. it vanished just as quickly, hidden beneath his usual calm expression. the moment passed almost as quickly as it came.
“..i’m gonna change,” he murmured.
you nodded. “take your time.”
a minute later, he stepped back into the room wearing a loose black shirt and sweatpants. his damp hair clung slightly around his forehead, evidence he'd at least splashed some water on his face before changing. he tossed the crumpled uniform over the back of a chair before making his way toward the bed.
he looked more comfortable. still exhausted. the mattress dipped as he sat beside you.
you smiled to yourself, resisting the urge to immediately throw your arms around him. you’d missed him more than you cared to admit, but one look at him told you he probably needed a second to simply breathe. so you let him, your attention drifting back to your phone.
a few quiet moments passed. then you felt yourself slide ever so slightly across the mattress. you frowned.
another gentle tug. looking down, you found megumi’s hand resting against your waist, fingers hooked in the fabric of your shirt. he wasn't pulling very hard, just enough to coax you closer to him.
there wasn't any urgency behind it either. he wasn't trying to drag you over, just patiently encouraging you, inch by inch.
you blinked at him.
"what’re you doing?"
he stayed quiet.
instead, he gave your side another small tug.
"gumi?"
only then did he look at you. the exhaustion lingering in his eyes somehow made them softer, less guarded than usual. "..c’mere.”
you giggled quietly. "i am here."
a tiny sigh escaped him, one that sounded almost amused despite how tired he was. he shook his head once. "..no."
his gaze dropped to his lap before lifting back to yours. "here."
realization dawned on your face. "..oh."
a grin spread across your lips. “you've been trying to pull me onto your lap?"
the faintest hint of color dusted his ears. "..maybe."
"you know," you teased, setting your phone on the nightstand, "you could've just asked."
"i did."
"barely."
“you gonna sit or not?”
despite your teasing, you shifted over without another word, carefully settling onto his lap.
the moment your weight rested against him, his hands instinctively found your waist, adjusting you just enough so you were comfortable before letting out a slow, tired breath.
his shoulders noticeably sagged. like he'd been holding himself together all day and had finally been given permission to stop.
a quiet breath escaped him as he rested his forehead against your shoulder, his eyes slipping shut.
"there," you murmured, slipping your fingers into his hair. "better?"
"much."
his hands ran up and down your sides, absentminded and comforting. it had only been a few days, but now that he was here, you realized just how much you'd missed touching him, running your fingers through his hair, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, knowing he was safe.
"missed you," he admitted, his voice barely louder than a whisper.
“i missed you too."
the room fell quiet again.
you couldn’t help but lean down and give him a quick kiss despite the silence. he answered with another, lips parting slightly before pulling back. his palms slid around your waist, fingers spreading wide as they traveled down to grip your hips.
"your skin feels good," megumi said against your mouth. "missed touching you."
“yeah? thought of you every night, gumi. wanted you home so bad..”
another short kiss. then a longer one where his tongue brushed yours briefly. his hands moved again, one staying at your hip while the other slipped higher under your shirt, tracing the curve of your side.
you shifted and he pushed the fabric higher, exposing more skin as his fingers trailed up to brush the underside of your breasts. the slight friction sent a small jolt down his spine.
"shiiit.. right there, pretty," he breathed when you started rocking your hips slowly. the thin cotton of your panties rubbed against the front of his sweatpants, and he could feel himself hardening beneath you. "yeah, keep doin’ that.. feels too good."
you ground down again, a little firmer this time, and megumi groaned softly into the next kiss. short pecks alternated with deeper ones as his hands roamed freely, squeezing your hips, sliding back to your ass, cupping your chest through the loose shirt.
"god, you're so soft," he groaned into the kiss, his hand shifting to give your ass a gentle, playful smack. the sound echoed in the quiet room, making you gasp, which only seemed to encourage him. he smacked you again, a bit firmer this time, before kneading your backside like he was trying to mold you to his body.
"you’re getting hard already," you giggled between kisses.
the sensation of your panties against his sweatpants was agonizingly perfect. you could feel the thick, hard length of his dick pulsing beneath the fabric, straining against the waistband of his sweatpants.
"can’t help it," he replied, voice a bit rougher now. "not when you're moving like that on my dick."
his thumbs circled your nipples through the fabric while his other hand dipped lower, fingers tracing the edge of your panties before returning to your waist. another grind made him twitch, and he pulled you closer for a messy kiss, tongues meeting briefly.
"don’t stop," megumi urged. "wanna feel you like this.. all of you."
you ground down harder, a slow, circular motion that had him arching his back, a low moan escaping his throat. his hands flew back down to your ass, gripping you tightly and pulling you flush against his erection. you rolled your hips once more, the friction building steadily against his growing erection. he nipped at your bottom lip, hands never still, sliding around your back, lifting your shirt again to run his palms up your sides and over your chest.
"love how you feel on me," he said quietly. "grinding on my dick ‘nd shit.. keep going."
short kisses punctuated every movement, turning into longer, hungrier ones as you continued the slow rhythm. his hands stayed busy, gripping, stroking, occasionally pushing the shirt higher so he could touch more of your bare skin.
"tired as hell but i really can’t get enough of you," megumi muttered against your lips, giving your ass another sharp smack, the sting mixing with the pleasure of your bodies rocking in sync. his name slipped from your lips in a breathless gasp, earning nothing more than an amused purse of his lips.
your boyfriend always gets flustered when you kiss his neck
megumi is incredibly touch deprived, especially so around his neck and throat.
obviously, you love using that fact to your advantage.
and as much as he protests that he hates it, he and you both know that he loves it.
the other night, you two were laying in his bed as he went on a nerdy rant about pokemon. his arm was loosely wrapped around your waist, your head resting against his chest.
despite how much you love hearing him talk about subjects he was passionate about, you were growing a little bored of his chatter and decided to tease him a little.
you tilted your head up, pressing soft, slow kisses to the side of his neck, and the sensitive spots around his ear.
“so it’s- ah.. i mean, th-the water types and fire types- uh..” megumi stammers quietly, entire train of thought completely wrecked.
he feels you grin against his skin, amused with yourself. “quit it.” he mumbles.
you hum, innocently glancing up at him. “mm, sorry. what were you saying?” you ask, smiling sweetly.
“you don’t care.” he grumbles, not looking at you.
“don’t say that.” you lower your head to his neck again, gently mouthing at his soft skin.
he releases a soft, shaky breath, voice low and controlled. “… if you wanted me to pay attention to you, you coulda just said.”
you don’t reply, continuing to gently suck at his neck, trailing down to his collarbone. he shivers, bringing a hand to the back of your head, keeping you there.
“feels good.” he murmurs, voice a low vibration in your ear.
you just smile, satisfied in knowing that your boyfriend would melt for you at such an easy touch.
the familiar keys jingling & currently being thrusted into the keyhole are enough to make you perk up from where you sat at on the couch that swallowed you.
“‘m home, sweetheart.” someone’s had a long day, judging by the sunken, navy eyes & the gruff tone in his voice that makes it sound like a growl with every word.
“hi, i missed you.” you’re immediately met with the sight of him plopping down with his back towards you, scooching back until he feels your shins. your head tilts in confusion as he hooks his hands around your calves & lifts them onto his shoulders where your knees rested.
“…you okay?”
“long day.”
that’s when you feel him lean his head back between the doughy flesh of your thighs & a pressure from his hands against the sides of your knees, is he squishing his head?
you chuckle from the tickle of the tips of his silky hair against your lap.
“weirdo, what are you doing?”
he snorts at the name & leans his head against your left thigh gently, his eyes shut in exhaustion.
“so now i’ma weirdo for being between my girls legs?”
“no,..you’re a weirdo for squishing your head with them!”
“oh, so a weirdo for loving my girls thighs?”
“…ugh”
he feels you lean back against the couch, taking it as a sign of victory for him in your little ‘weirdo battle’ & he sinks deeper between your thighs, sighing at the soft cushioning.
he’s unaware of the soft gaze from behind him, but it shows through your fingers which now gently scratch at his scalp, earning a grumble from him. “fuck, baby..”
it’s almost funny with how fast he manages to sleep, judging by the limp tilt of his head which now feel 2 pounds heavier against you & the soft snores that emerge from his parted lips. so cute.
“sleep well, baby. okay?”
you softly chuckle at his peaceful state & swipe a hand under his bangs to pull it back & you place a kiss on his forehead as if he wasn’t a six foot something sorcerer who kills people for a living, but the most delicate thing made of glass.
and to you, he was. but that’s only for you to see!
Katsuki who picks up his phone answering your call while on patrol in the afternoon sitting on top of a building looking around at the people smirking at how small they look pretending to pinch them with his hand
Your just minding you business having a talk about your new outfit a dynamight short and top combo rambling about this and that and hes smiling a soft smile his eyes shining with love calm and content until you hear a loud BOOM!! Come from his phone
You stay still confused blinking slowly then you ask
" what was....? " you ask confused but rather calm you been together for a long while and your a pro hero yourself after all Katsuki asked to to be his yearsssss ago back in ua a sweet little note and flowers while you went hiking together.
" nothing just got pushed of the building stupid villian ruining my talk with my baby " you can here the annoyance in his voice not at you but at the villian he holds his phone close to his chest to hear you
" what...Katsuki!!! Dont go calling me while you fighting crime I told you this so many times baby! "
Katsuki just smiles smirking at his screen.
" okay baby okay sorry sweet girl call you back in a minute yeah I love you " he says with a smirk you know to well without seeing and you hang up sighing getting dressed in your new outfit shaking your head at Katsuki sillyness but you smiled Katsuki really was silly.
Fuck that ho, fuck that bitch, It's fuck that ho 'til the condom slip
messy pro hero!kastuki who has beef with your also pro!ex boyfriend and who decides to one up him when he sees you drinking alone at a bar. you guys have been public for a while now, headlines and front pages so to see you sitting alone nursing a glass of whiskey, katsuki is intrigued to say the least. turns out you and your ex had broken up (he is a messy horrible cheater who got caught while in another city with at least three girls) and while you are upset and hurt and kinda heartbroken, you are furious, filled to the brim with a desire for revenge,for retribution and that’s exactly how you find yourself under dynamight with his cock shoved deep within you.
you’re a babbling mess, a mess of lipgloss, spit and tears are smeared across your cheeks. your cunt squeezing and gushing around him and god did he feel good. as if the number one pro wasn’t enough of a good hero, he was a good fuck. already making you cum on his tongue then his fingers and now his cock.
“who’s making you feel this good, baby?” he drawls, pulling his hips back to sit on his hunches as you fuck yourself.
“you” you whine, hips chasing his.
“nuh uh. give me a name, sweetheart.” he tsks, slowly beginning a grind of his hips.
“ ‘s you, dynamight.” your voice stutters out as his thumb comes to press on your clit.
his phone pans up from your sopping pussy, clenching around his bare cock (you never let your ex hit it raw) to your messy, flushed face. his fingers that were once deep in you grip your chin, hard and rough, but not cruel.
“better than your number two hero?”
you nod, words leaving you as he slides two fingers against your tongue.
“need you to say it.”
he presses down on your tongue.
“so much better.” you grin around the digits.
katsuki clicks the phone off, throwing it across the room as he leans over you, kisses being pressed to your jaw, cheek, neck, anywhere he can reach.
“you wanna send it to him?” he is breathless as he returns to fucking his hips into you
“shut up, katsuki.” you push against his chest to roll him over. “just fuck me”
this made me laugh because yeah! just giving me a statement that i can’t disagree with. also since firefighter!bakugou and publisher!reader reigns free in this blog, i write!!! i have two drabbles for you LOL
i imagine it’s a scene from one of your books. on the drive back to bakugou’s apartment you’re rambling on about the book you’re reading in your office book club. a romance obviously, with this mafia guy (“what the hell is it with you and men that kill people?” “because that means he would kill for me! imagining loving someone enough that you’d kill for them?!” “i’d kill for you.” “sure you would.” “i would!”) who presses the protagonist against the door with his hand by her head. then they end up having sex, like all your smutty books.
you’re not saying it like you want him to do it to you. but bakugou knows you do. amongst the horny rage that takes over you more often than not, you do like the romance. the soft whispers in your ear, the delicate touches in public. but also the raw fucking. you’re a big fan of that too.
“and one of the girls said she wasn’t a fan of monster smut, but haven’t we all watched avatar? jake sully is fine as fuck—,”
bakugou unlocks the front door to his apartment, letting you walk in first.
“kitten, you know i can’t compete with seven foot tall blue aliens.”
it’s the new petname he’s trying out with you. he thinks it’s cute, you wanted to pounce on him when he first said it but you were in public. you giggle, dropping your bag on the floor, then pulling off your shoes, “seven? ‘tsuki you know they’re like nine feet?”
you’re off balance, tugging off your shoe and not paying attention to him, which is why he’s able to strike. he’s swift like he’s been trained by agents, moves without sound as he pushes you up against his front door. a hand on your chest, lightly cupping your neck and a hand flush on his door by your head. he leans down, lips at your ear.
“i’m your favourite, right?” you shiver, a smile blooming on your face. “‘cause you’re mine, kitten.”
“what’s this about?” you breathe and he presses his crotch into your stomach.
he lays a kiss right under your ear, sneaks his hand up past your tight little work cardigan. your body hums, his next words speak to your pussy.
“you asked for this. tellin’ me your smutty stories so i do them to you. always listenin’ baby,” you cock your head so bakugou can lay a line of kisses over your neck. nibbles and bites that make a moan fall from your lips.
you tug on his belt as he unbuttons your cardigan. you barely realise he’s doing it. once the fabric’s falling off your shoulders, he’s popping the button to your trousers.
“take these off now,” you demand, pointing at his trousers, “three, two, one.”
you jump and he catches you effortlessly.
“i’m never gonna get bored of you.”
bakugou rolls his eyes, but his smirk doesn’t let up, “‘ppreciate it baby.”
but also i must add firefighter bakugou fucks against walls. in the station, on the office in one of his lunch breaks. he wasn’t needed for the last emergency and you’ve come round, stressed about your current project and all of a sudden his beige work trousers are under his ass and you’re resting your head in his shoulder as you whine. loud and uncontrolled, his hips flicking up into you like he’s all you need to feel better. both of his palms clutch your soft ass, gripping you to keep you in place. you could orgasm at the possibility of his hands imprinted there.
it’s a lot, it’s overwhelming, the way he’s able hold you up with ease and his grunts make you bubble out his name in broken syllables.
a load of, “kats… ka… tsuk…. fuck.”
he loves it, sweat drops bubbling on his forehead.
“my fuckin’ baby. gonna look after ya,” he growls and you give a high pitched, drawn out screech in return. “y-you come to me for anythin’, yeah? fuck.”
your clothes are crumpled and falling off your body, bakugou’s sure he’s got a come stain on his top. nothing he can’t tuck in and you can just shake out the creases.
Thinking about how after a year or two of firefighter bkg and publisher y/n's, Katsuki starts to wonder if you've always had such a high sex drive 😂 Next session while you guys are cooling down he's thinking if you were like this with any of your exes so he asks and you confess that you didn't have sex for years bc none of them could keep up/were good enough for you
firefighter!bkg x publisher!yn // dialogue !
u r so crazy for this because i was jumping between yn being on a lowkey celibate phase before bakugou because nobody could keep up/make her come OR hoe phase yn who’s settled down with bakugou now.
BUT after sex and you’re sitting cross legged on his bed answering emails on your computer. he hands you a bowl of fruit he just chopped up for you and slides back under the duvet.
“thank you, baby!”
he makes a mumble-y noise of “no problem, sunshine.” today’s new petname, he’s trying out. then checks the time on his phone, squints to read your laptop and then he pops a strawberry in his mouth.
“y’dont have to answer this,”
you dart your head to him, expecting the worst, “what?”
you’re in one of his t-shirts that read FIRE DEPT. in big block bold letters. it’s grey with navy font.
“i’m tellin’ you, y’dont have to answer if you don’t want to,” he shuffles around slightly. making you uncomfortable would never be bakugou’s aim. you hum, for him to continue. he doesn’t look at you at first, picking out a grape this time to eat. “i’m also not sayin’ this like i’m jealous or wantin’ details about your past.”
“i’m going to shove you off the bed if you don’t hurry up.”
“you can’t shove me off.”
you huff, “i could try.”
he narrows his eyes at you then relaxes, “were you like this with your last boyfriend?” you frown, “horny all the time. high ass drive?”
“i’m not horny all the time,”
he raises his eyebrows, “sunshine.”
you poke his side.
“well to answer your question,” you sit back on the headboard to really think about it. you shrug to yourself, “with my last boyfriend, years ago, we didn’t have sex as much as we do.”
you swing your finger between you and bakugou.
“did you not want it?”
you scoff, “no, i definitely did. i’d always masturbate when i got back from seeing him.”
bakugou scrunches his nose, “you’d touch yourself after fuckin’ him?”
you nod, as if you’re remembering about it all for the first time in a while, “he wasn’t very good at it and at that time i wouldn’t speak up like i do now. he only cared if he came and my mind was always elsewhere when he gave me head.”
then you shrug at katsuki, patting his bare chest twice, “good thing i got you now.”
he moves your fruit bowl to the other side of the bed, wrapping his arms around your hips and resting his head on your stomach, “thank fuck you have me. how the hell didn’t he care?”
you start to scroll through your emails, adjusting your laptop placement on your legs for bakugou’s bicep. you’re always the multitasker while bakugou watches your screen. “we didn’t last long. then after that it was just odd one night stands that weren’t impressive. just felt used after if i didn’t get my fill or they were tired after one round. i mostly take care of myself.”
“took. past tense. shits my job now,” he squeezes you tighter and you laugh.
“it is. i would have ditched you ages ago if you didn’t eat pussy.”
What about like roleplay with firefighter bakugou? You’re just a helpless civilian who needs saving!
nom nom nom. fingering, making out, almost p in v
bakugou leaves his apartment for fifteen minutes to get milk and pick up a parcel, leaving you in his bed in his apartment.
these mornings when it’s your day off usually include you showering, checking any emails and catching up on your reading pile. since getting with bakugou, you have so much to catch up on.
but still you send him a text.
You: pretend there’s a fire when you come back in
katsuki: What? Are you okay?
you huff in his bed, texting and walking to his living room.
You: pretend there’s a fire when you come in!!!!!
and then you take purchase on his living room floor, sprawled out rather seductively if you say so yourself. you’ve got your pyjamas on. a cropped camisole vest and those soft short shorts with no underwear underneath.
you lay, bending your knees flat on the ground, your arms up, hands resting by your face with your eyes closed.
the key shimmies in the lock, a click and a stomp of a boot.
“petal!”
his new petname for you this week. you told him about it because there’s a florist in the book you’re reading and the romantic interest calls her that. you’re not sure if you like it yet.
you huff on the ground. does he not know how to roleplay?
you hear bakugou drop goods on his kitchen counter, pulling off his boots to leave on the floor.
“petal?! where are you? what the hell was that text?”
his slippered feet land in the living room, frowning at you on the floor. “what are you doin’?”
he can’t help but gaze at you from top to bottom. nipples poking through your vest, the underside of your ass hanging out. the disappointed pout on your lips.
“redo it! i texted you to pretend there’s a fire!” you order, “go back out and you have to find me here and do what you usually do.”
you stare up at the man who even during the day with sunlight streaming in, manages to cast a shadow over you. you’re used to him in his firefighter uniform, he’s in it 80% of his life but bakugou katsuki in grey joggers, brown old man slippers and a white tee… practically eatable.
he centres his dog tag necklace over his chest, throws his phone on the sofa. “what the hell, petal.” he mumbles to himself, rubbing his cheek to stop the smile from brewing.
“go!”
and he does, circling around back to his front door.
he takes a deep breath and shouts, “fire department! fire department comin’ in!”
you grin on the floor, back taking position. adrenaline shoots through you in excitement, body already shaking with giggles.
“first room clear! no casualties.” deep and rumbly, his footsteps only get closer.
“one casualty, in here. female, pretty with soft tits!”
with that you peek one eye open, a laugh slipping through.
“this would be better in your uniform,” you whisper.
he stands above you again, “casualty tryin’ to say some bullshit.” you pout, but he begins to kneel on the ground and before you know it, katsuki drags your legs to wrap around his waist, with your lower back on his lap. “like these shorts don’t show your fuckin’ pussy.”
you’re wide awake now, not bothering to pretend you’ve passed out. katsuki is just feeling you up now. calloused hands up your vest, then one finger hooking into the gusset of your loose shorts, pulling to the right to see you.
you refuse to speak, biting down on your lip for him to do something.
“miss, if you can hear me, i’m gonna give you mouth to mouth,” he smirks and when you softly blink at him, flicking your eyes to his lips, he ducks down to slot his mouth over yours.
bakugou rarely ever has to do mouth to mouth over civilians, this isn’t proper firefighter procedure because he should really be dragging you out the building. not be attempting to fuck you.
it’s exactly what you want though. your mouth opens on command as his tongue slides inside. if you could kiss katsuki all day you would. your tongue is smooth across his, he sucks on it, causing vibrations to rumble down your body. you feel like humping him, anything as you start to get all impatient and twitchy.
“casualty is definitely responding. i think she’s awake.” he mumbles against your lips and he adores your fluttery giggle.
“i think i’m awake. i burnt my toast,” you smile and bakugou rolls his eyes, squeezing your bare thighs. “thank you for saving me, handsome firefighter.”
“casualty wants to use me for an orgasm,” and you nod your head softly on the ground. with a bare face, lips bitten and skin warm, how couldn’t bakugou give you want you want? “just gonna check her heartbeat.”
he’s not a doctor, he doesn’t do this part. well he hopes your doctor doesn’t do this.
he presses his lips back over yours and when you wrap your arms around his neck, he slides two fingers into your pussy. you inhale sharply, mumbles and murmurs falling from your lips.
“oh, oh without you i would have been t-trapped firefighter,” you moan and bakugou knows he’s an idiot for how blood rushes down to his cock. then sensually, like he’s a fool to do your bidding, “we are all so lucky, w-we get you saving our lives like this.”
you hold his neck as you watch his fingers pull out and thrust back in, curling against your walls. it feels delectable with his skilled fingers, knowing exactly what buttons to push to get you where.
“i don’t do this part for everyone. only my cutest casualties,” he grunts over your lips. you’re sure you have hearts in your eyes at being called cute by this man, “need to check you’re stable, haven’t inhaled too much smoke.”
you whine, loud and high pitched, back arching when he prods a sweet point. it’s gushy now, wet and the squelching sound makes bakugou want to stuff his face between you.
“oh shit,” you squeak, tugging a tuft of his hair. “take your top off for me, sir. i think, fuck, i think i’ll feel better if i see what’s underneath.”
bakugou can predict this is probably a scene in one of your books. you told him about a book about a wildfire firefighter a few nights ago and you must have finished it now. you’re completely flustered, lazed eyes and if bakugou didn’t look exactly the same, he would have noticed how entranced you are by him.
unable to look away when he drags his top over his head and throws it on the sofa. your hands are immediately on him, eyes scanning his chest for any new beauty spots or marks.
“you can breathe clearly now, huh? cmon miss, talk to me.”
he brings in his thumb, rubbing slow circles over your clit with your wetness. the left side of his mouth rises when you clutch at his wrist. he pulses his fingers in and out of you, the same way he does with his cock.
“n-no i can’t,” you whine, pulling your vest under your chin to play with your tits.
bakugou grunts like an unsatisfied dog. you pinch your perked nipple, clutching your flesh and squeezing. your breaths are shaky and his desires connect to his body as he takes the breast you’re not touching in his mouth, sucking harshly.
“oh, i’m gonna come firefighter.” you mewl, arching up in the air, “i’m gonna come.”
bakugou watches your lips part with his nipple in your mouth and his fingers down your pussy. you clutch at his shoulders, his bicep, his hair as you wail on his living room floor.
it feels electric, spasms shake your body, bursts pop on your skin. bakugou pulls off your chest when you blink up at him and takes his hands out to stuff in his mouth instead.
you’re not phased by that, he always sucks you off his fingers.
“you better not be fingering women in burning houses,” you bark, “or giving them mouth to mouth.”
bakugou chuckles, sneaking his hand beneath his grey sweats between your legs to clutch at his cock.
your hips arch towards him.
“fingerin’ women that aren’t you, nah i’m not doin’ that,” then he tilts his head, all his teeth showing and you feel nervous. he’s so attractive it’s painful. “though i might have to give a few mouth to mouth if needed.”
“that stops now then,” you say, half serious half not. well maybe eighty percent serious and twenty percent not.
he nods carelessly, “i think i need a reward for savin’ your life.”
bakugou’s never done roleplay before. you think he’s actually quite fun with it.
you watch his tip peek out of his underwear against his chest, his fist running up and down it. saliva builds in your mouth.
“i can give you anything you want, firefighter sir. thank you so much!”
he kisses the inside of your knee, attention given to your exposed chest, your pretty face and your soaked pussy.
“only gorgeous women get into such stupid fires,” he’s talking with his dick now, dragging the waistband of his sweats under his balls. “maybe you can show your appreciation like this…”
luna……… i saw your tag about firefighter bkg and daddy kink……. i fear this is the only thing i will be able to think about all day. how does he react when it comes up? is he hesitant at first or all in right away? i’m so so so so curious
i swear my first draft was sooooo good but tumblr bombed it. IT DIDNT SAVE WHEN I WAS RIGHT ABOUT TO POST IT. in tears. anyway
oooweeeeeeeee MIA so i’ve done normal bkg and you asking him what he thinks about being called daddy.
but i feel with firefighter bkg you constantly just have him hard and on edge and at shock whatever comes out your mouth. like all his old flings or dates used to be so shy about sex and you’re soooo completely different. with you, it’s a constant test to see how far he’d give in and do what you want, with him thinking it was his decision originally.
but calling him daddy, i imagine it’s him sitting in your office chair in your colourful little office after hours. you had some work to finish off, he came to visit from around the corner. and you’re bouncing on top of him blouse now creased on the floor, his trousers by his ankles and his shirt off. your stylish knee length skirt covers everything, but he still clutches your ass under it.
that’s when you say to him, both sweaty and needy, “you look like you’d like being called daddy.”
then you moan, rolling your hips, “fuck, kats.”
you clench around him and he makes this scraggly groan. his consciousness returns, when he looks away from your tits in your pretty lace balconette bra and at your face.
“w-what? daddy?”
and you’re blinking, trying to hold in your whines with a bite of your lip. he’s always chasing your last word.
“daddy,” you purr, bouncing with your knees.
it quickly registers as pleasurable to him. the word on your lips. referring to him as that.
“you like that shit? callin’ me that?”
his hands land on your hips, bouncing you up and down with strength you’ve never had with a man during sex. yeah, your firefighter can definitely be called daddy.
“i think you would l-like it.”
he had a wank in the shower this morning so he would last longer but he already feels like he’s about to explode.
“say it again.” said between gritted teeth.
“love your cock, daddy. faster, please.”
you and the word please. like he wouldn’t have given you what you want if you said it with a middle finger. you calling him daddy like his purpose is to look after you and keep you safe. he does hand deliver you lunch daily and yesterday he checked your apartment for fire hazards. even bought you fireproof blankets for your kitchen.
“you’re fuckin’ right. my baby loves my cock. it’s all hers.”
he lifts you on top of him, planting his feet into the ground as he flicks his hips.
“all mine. you’re all mine,” you wail, tears brimming on your eyeline, “gonna come, daddy. gonna come!”
“well that’s new.”
he’s got his eyes closed as he catches his breath, hugging you against him. bakugou needs to remind you to give him the name and make of this chair. so ergonomic.
“you’re not callin’ me that outside of sex. i’m already walkin’ around with a stiff dick ‘cause of you.”
“but—,”
“no, baby.”
you giggle into his shoulder, running your nose up and down his neck.
Publisher YN and firefighter bkg except she’s ovulating… YUM YUM YUM
nom nom nom. has him blushing because of her mouth. she’s horny on most days. but there’s always a few days of the month where you want more, specific things and NOW.
and bakugou can keep up, don’t get him wrong. but sometimes his brain just doesn’t connect to the rest of his body fast enough for your liking.
waiting for him to pack up in his office and he’s sitting in his chair while you’re standing behind him, running your arms over his shoulders, down his chest as he logs out of operations.
“when we get to yours i want to you to slap your dick on my face,” you say it completely normal not even noticing the man has frozen, “actually on my tongue.”
then you’re moaning, this annoyed little grumble as you sneak a hand down his neck collar beneath his shirt. “i want you so bad, right now.”
bakugou’s gritting his teeth, “can you wait a fuckin’ minute? i’m going as fast as i can.”
worst is when he’s having lunch with you in your office buildings open area. there’s people waving hello to you, recognising bakugou so he gets one too. one person saying they’ll send you an email about a project, another leaving you a book to read next.
you’re having his fried noodles he made when you smoothly say, “i think we have enough time, if you eat faster.”
the last person has barely left his sight.
“hah?” he swallows, “for what?”
you slip off a shoe under the table and press your foot over his crotch, always sitting heavy in his cargos. he understands immediately, gulping air with a hitched gasp.
“fuck, baby,” he groans, “you want my cock?”
neither of you adjust your volume, you just assume nobody can hear you.
“yes, sir. can’t stop thinking about last time.”
last time is when he bent you over your office table, shutting all the blinds and letting everyone assume you’re outside on your break still.
you start rubbing your foot over his crotch, pressing down hard so a small whine slips from him.
“gonna have no nut left.”
you shrug, a pretty smile on your face, “we’re not trying to get pregnant, are we?”
basically you’re just even more needy than usual and are willing to rile him up even in public. very clear in your wants and needs.
you whispering, “i wanna feel you come inside of me.” when he’s in the general room with all his firefighters doing a meeting. “hurry this up, kats.”
then he’s pursing his lips together, deep breath, aware he needs to adjust himself in his underwear, “okay we’re done. good luck whoever’s on night shift.”
he’s not even bothering to change. jumping straight into his car with you and driving off home. yes you offer to give him road head.
you inside the house is even worse. making out for thirty seconds and you’re already saying, “maybe come inside my mouth instead. please? please, kats.”
“no i’m not even—,”
“it can grow in my mouth, it’s fine.”
and he’s jelly with his underwear by his ankles and you’re smiling at him like you’ve won everything you’ve ever asked for.
Wait cause when you mentioned publisher Y/N seducing firefighter bakugo at his job, my brain immediately cut to her bringing baked treats for the guys to eat while she puts hands on him ! Like . .
"I brought banana bread ( ＾▽＾)"
"( -_・)? Where is it?"
"Distracting everyone else in the station ! !
•̀ 𐃷 •́ "
this gif is so FUNNY. and it’s deku one time going …. “isn’t it weird that whenever yn brings treats, they never eat them with us?”
but you coming in on a day off, out of your usual office wear and instead something more casual and stylish. either an oversized jumper or shirt and baggy jeans. some flares. a cool trainer, some cute ballet pumps. looking like bakugou’s girlfriend!!!!!!! but you’re not yet, you’re still just dating him but it’s going soooo well. 100% dickmatised. you think about it more than you should and you miss him even though you last saw him two days ago.
so you make an excuse. you slipped and made too much banana bread, oh dear. what ever should you do!?
next thing you know you’ve driven to the fire station and you’re waving at kirishima who’s washing the fire truck outside the station. the shutters are up so you can see inside the station, everyone walking around, getting to business. you can’t see katsuki though.
“kiri—,” then he turns on the hose to clean the truck.
the water bursts out, the long hose connected to a hydrant nearby.
you try again, not wanting to get too close or else you’d be demolished by the spray.
“kirishima!”
he cannot hear a thing, so you skirt around him, letting yourself into their break room.
it’s a simple one, with a little kitchenette and tables dotted around. they’ve got a tv on playing the news and courtesy of you, they’ve got a new book corner. newly published books across all genres. you see some on the table. even one of the fighters reading one in the sofa.
“hey guys! i brought some banana bread. i made too much at home.”
deku is first to jump up, “yn! you didn’t have to.”
then it’s kaminari, quick to take the container from your hands, “it’s still hot from the oven. quick guys get a plate.”
you stand, taking in all the thanks and praises but still your favourite blonde firefighter is nowhere to be seen.
“so has anyone seen katsuki or—,”
two hand plop onto your waist, tugging you into a hard chest.
“i knew i could smell somethin’ sweet down here.”
it’s an attempt to be flirtatious, an attempt that gets your whole body hot. leaning back into him with a grin.
“hey, i made some banana bread for the team,” he kisses your cheek at that. the group is all lining up around kaminari whilst he tries to cut equal slices.
“they don’t deserve that. you start treatin’ them, they’re gonna get spoiled,” he grunts but his nose is twitching, “oi! save some for me!”
“i’ll save you some, kacchan!”
and bakugou is about to step forward to grab his slice, when you scoot in front of him. hand flat on his chest.
“it’s not for you,” you say lightly, head tilted.
bakugou pauses, blinks at you for a second. you’re smiling with your teeth, your hand is running down his chest to his abs to his belt. you’re almost bouncing on your feet, your finger hooking into his belt loop.
he’s got on one of the fire station collared shirts on, his name printed on his chest with the emblem with the station. your eyes glow, fixated on every bit of skin he has showing.
you’re here for him.
now he’s got to choose, eating your banana bread or eating your…. easy choice.
he rolls his eyes, smirks. “they’re all stupid enough. you didn’t need to bring food to distract them.”
you start pushing him in the direction of his office, bakugou’s easily walking backwards, his hands on your waist.
“everyone deserves some sugar. just a treat.” you whisper.
bakugou grunts at how his dick swells, knocking open his door with his hip and shoving you inside.
“get on the desk.” you do, hopping on top but not without him saying, “i mean it though. they’d better save me some.”
also romance publisher yn and firefighter bakugou includes yn being much hornier than bkg and always dragging him into shenanigans. also she makes him do scenes she reads in books. she visits his work and purposely seduces him. bakugou has never had this much sex in his LIFE.
he thinks his sex drive is pretty normal till you become a fixture in his life. turning up to the station where he’s filling up water tanks and checking equipment and you’re just fluttering around him. he knows the signs now. your voice gets slower, a little deeper. your touches are light and fluttering so all the hairs on his arm stand on edge. he’s kneeling to check out part of the truck and your lips are on his neck. always ready to go. multiple times you’ve almost been caught with your hands down his underwear.
he’s asking you what you’re reading while he’s eating lunch in his break room. the tv is on in the background and a few of his colleagues are dotted around the room. you’ve always got multiple books on the go and he loves to listen to you talk.
“he’s a hockey player and she’s a scientist. there’s a scene where they do it in the changing room.” you smile, grabbing a banana off the table as he uses his chopsticks to eat his ramen. (he made a big pot for all his colleagues so the room just smells like fresh ramen) you already had your bowl earlier.
“do what?” he knows sex but he wants details because he already knows you’re dying to tell him.
you’re whispering as he chews, hunched over the bowl.
“he pulls her hair as she sits on his dick. right after he wins, they leave early to fuck.”
bakugou scoffs, “they have enough time for that? after winning the stanley cup?”
you scrunch your nose at him, “and here i was asking if you’d like to try that.”
bakugou’s breath hitches, “in our changing room?”
you tilt your head flirtatiously, “nobody uses the one in the east wing after 6pm.”
“fuck.” he’s looking you up and down, getting hard just thinking about it. you’re never gonna let him rest. turns out bakugou loves it here. “yeah, fuck it, i’m down.”
Publisher Y/N def uses firefighter bakugous strength to her advantage
screams loudly and goes nom nom nom.
once you start properly dating, it’s you calling him for any assistance. especially because his station is a 20 minute walk and an even shorter drive so you can bet his ass he’s coming over.
new shelves being installed in your office and it’s “hey katsuki…… we’ve got a new delivery of furniture for my office…. do you think you could come and help?” and he’s rushing over, “‘course. it’s a slow day, i can come over in an hour.”
and since it’s just your office this time, it includes you sitting at your desk pretending to work while he just lifts and builds it in front of you. “d’you want it here? i think it looks good here, all your books and shit by the frames.”
then it’s you asking him to help carry the new chairs for the social area. and he always comes in his uniform. suspenders and cargos. metal heeled boots. radios clipped into his pocket. and this time he brings kirishima with him too. also since they’re both moving around the furniture this public space, it’s free game for anyone to watch and stare. sure you have a few men that work in the building but they don’t look like that.
anyone that’s looking at your katsuki too much and you’re frowning at them, “did you get that edit done?” so they snap out of it. it only makes you feel better when katsuki stomps over to you and kisses you in front of everyone, “is that good? thought it gives more space to walk around.” you’ve got your hand on the centre of his chest as he looks down at you. “looks good!” you’ve barely looked at it. “bro help me with this! i’m about to drop it!” and katsuki’s rolling his eyes, jogging over to help kirishima with a picture frame.
company party!!!! and you don’t even have to ask, you’re complaining to him in his office, swinging your legs on his desk that you have so much to plan for. you don’t think he’s paying attention much since he’s typing up reports on his computer and hums in response every thirty seconds. he keeps your favourite drinks in his mini fridge in his office and tells you to be careful when you play with screws and valves on his desk. so cute in your smart colourful outfits and he’s always in his same uniform.
it makes you fall for him big time when he turns up during the day before the event to help out and you didn’t even ask. “y’said you needed help. i’m here to help.” you’re swooning immediately. turns into you pointing at things and him getting it done. you’re gasping you forgot to pick up the cake and he’s kissing your cheek saying “i’ll go get it now.” once he’s out, your colleagues are crowding around you like “he loves you down.” “you better treat him after this.”
it’s so adorable that when the party is about to start, you just need to go into your office to change and katsuki’s like “i’m gonna head out now. enjoy your party, baby.” and you’re like ??? “why aren’t you coming?” “didn’t know i was invited?” and he’s genuine. “yes of course!”
anyway you end up drinking too much and it’s you pulling him upstairs away from the party into your office to ask so politely to suck him off. since he hasn’t drank he says, “no baby.” and he’s dying to hump something after all this touching and making out. feeling his crotch and he’s hard as a pole. probably from all your dancing, how you’re effortless when public speaking, how you can command a room and how you mentioned him in your speech. “and everyone say thank you to my lovely super strong super brave firefighter, katsuki who practically saved my life today helping me sort out this party!” bakugou blushing in the corner of the room, trying to be invisible in this party of 70% women.
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