bug🐞

heyy, I’m bug. a 23yr old autistic freak that’s obsessed with mha. I write fics that I’ve never seen for specific people, or just ones that i desperately need and can’t wait for. feel free to send requests! I love writing! smut, fluff, anything is an option!

[soppingwetlegs]

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Katsuki Bakugo x PlusSized Fem reader

* Fangirl (series WIP)

* “His type”

* “DEFINITELY his type…”

* “Nothing”

* “meeting his friends”

BNH headcannons

* “jealousy, jealousy, jealousy”

* ♡ * ♡ * ♡ * more to come when I have the motivation/creativity. I also have full intention of writing for the other guys, I’m just very Katsuki focused. sue me. * ♡ * ♡ * ♡ * ♡

[wittyjasontodd]

Me with Levi

[soppingwetlegs]

“Fangirl”

AgedUp!(24) Pro Katsuki Bakugo x Plussized/Quirkless! Fem Reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of insecurity

I probably looked like an idiot. I felt like I could barely breathe, my heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. “Well? You just gonna stare at me like an idiot?” His gruff voice snapped me out of my embarrassing trance and I shook my head. “Of course…uh- here.” I hand him my phone and he puts his number in. My hands were trembling when he gave it back. “Don’t blow my phone up either, dumbass.” I stare at the contact, still not fully able to comprehend what just happened and I watch as he walks out of the store.

I looked back at my phone, making our selfie his contact picture and setting the name to “dynamight💥❤️” I decide to send him a quick text just so he can save my number.

y/n: heyyy! It’s y/n, just wanted to text you so you could save my number!

dynamight💥❤️: K

Hm. He’s a fun texter. I slip my phone in my back pocket and close up the store. My walk home was quiet, not much villain activity which is a bummer but not at the same time I guess, it’s nice to know the heros are doing their jobs. I buzz myself into my apartment and head inside, tossing my bag on the floor and plopping down on the couch.

*BUZZ BUZZ*

dynamight💥❤️: hey idiot

y/n: hi! what’s up?

dynamight💥❤️: nothing, I just finished my boring ass patrol and now I’m even more bored at home.

y/n: oh well that s-

*dynamight💥❤️ is calling…*

holy shit? I felt my throat go dry. He’s calling me, oh god. I should answer it. I definitely need to answer it, why can’t I answer it? I swallow hard and clear my throat. “Hello?” I hear him sigh and suck his teeth. “Took ya long enough to answer. I said I’m bored, entertain me.” So demanding this guy. “How exactly am I supposed to do that?” I can just feel him rolling his eyes right now. Why is this man so sassy? “I dunno, figure it out. Wanna FaceTime instead?” oh my god.

“Sure…”

*dynamight💥❤️ is FaceTiming…*

I join the FaceTime and my face turns bright red almost immediately. He’s got his phone propped up and he’s sitting on the couch shirtless with a smug grin. I quickly look away and turn my camera toward the wall. “What’s the matter? Acting like you’ve never seen someone shirtless before.” I bring the phone back to my face and giggle like a fucking school girl, I’m mortified. “Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting to see that.” There’s that damn laugh again, this man is so sexy, I’m nauseous. I watch as he leans back against the couch, manspreading and crossing his arms over his chest. He knows what he’s doing, he has to.

“I suddenly feel the urge to clean!” I say standing up from the couch, I go into the kitchen and prop my phone up on the counter and start doing the dishes. I catch him smirking out of the corner of my eye and I feel my stomach flip. Why is he doing this? Does he like me? There’s no way. “So you’re quirkless, right?” I nod and continue doing the dishes. “That’s a real bummer, I feel like you’d be super powerful with your build and everything if you had a quirk.” I raise an eyebrow and scoff at that. “My build? I’m chubby and short. How would I be powerful?” He shakes his head and sits up, resting his elbows on his knees and leaning closer to the camera. “I think if you had a quirk it would rely on your thickness ya know? Like you could use your fat cells to store energy or something like FatGum does.”

I know he doesn’t mean anything bad by it but being compared to the fat hero by my hero crush is kinda painful. I bite my lip anxiously and prop the phone in a different way so my body is out of view. “Hey, why’d you do that? Did I say something wrong?” I just shake my head and finish up the dishes before drying my hands and taking my phone into my room. “Nah something’s up. Why aren’t you yapping? Y/N seriously did I hurt your feelings?” I sigh softly as I sit down on my bed, now showing only my eyes in the camera. “I dunno…I’ve always been chubby and being compared to FatGum kinda hurt my feelings. I know you didn’t mean anything by it I’m just really insecure about that kind of thing…” I see his expression turn into a scowl. “You’re an idiot.”

*BOOP BOOP BOOP*

He just hung up. Are you kidding? He calls me fat AND an idiot and then just hangs up when I tell him he hurt my feelings? Asshole…

dynamight💥❤️: send me your address, now.

y/n: what? why?

dynamight💥❤️: now.

I send him my address and wait for a response but he just left me on read. After a few minutes I can hear distant explosions getting closer and closer to my apartment building and then a knock on my balcony door. You’ve gotta be kidding me. There he is, standing on my balcony with his arms crossed. I let him inside and step away slightly. “You think I was insulting you or somethin? Are you fucking dumb?” Now it’s my turn to scowl. “I’m a girl, Katsuki! Being told I would be like FatGum who’s literally called the fat hero isn’t exactly a compliment in my book!” He shakes his head and gets closer. “He’s one of the best heros! FatGum is awesome, and his quirk is super powerful! It should’ve been seen a compliment you dense ass extra!”

“Well it wasn’t okay?! Not for me!” I felt myself growing teary eyed and it was humiliating. “It just made me feel…bad about myself…” His scowl shifted, he looked…guilty? I see him pinch the bridge of his nose and he lets out a deep sigh. “Y/N, I never meant to make you feel bad about yourself…I’m- fuck, I’m sorry that I did.” I look up at him with wide eyes, I never expected him to be the apologetic type. “-and for what it’s worth…you’re not completely disgusting.” I laugh, hard. His confused expression made it even funnier, watching his cheeks turn pink. “What’s so fuckin funny?!” I just kept laughing. “Was that supposed to be a compliment? I’m not “completely disgusting”? I said through my laughter, my abs starting to hurt.

“I- c’mon! I’m trying here! I meant that I dunno…I think-“ He lets out a sigh, it’s obvious he’s struggling to find the right words. “-I think you’re hot. Is that better? I think your body is hot. I like curvy women, there! Did that make you feel better? Asshole…” He was staring at the floor, his face was the cutest shade of pink, I knew mine was the same color upon hearing that my FAVORITE HERO/CRUSH thinks I’m hot. “You think I’m hot…?” He turns away from me, walking toward the balcony door. “Yeah I do. Whatever, don’t talk about it. Fuck you, I’m leaving.” I ran up to him, grabbing his arm to try to stop him from leaving. “Wait! Please…thank you, Katsuki. That was really nice to hear…especially from you.”

“Tch, yeah well…don’t let it go to your head. You’re still a nobody. You’re just- a hot nobody. Bye.” I watch him blast off of my balcony, exploding his way through the city, just as I was about to close the door and head back inside I saw him coming back, he landed in front of me, out of breath with an annoyed expression. “Back so soo-“ He grabbed my face and…kissed me. My eyes felt like they were gonna pop out of my head, his hands were resting on either side of my face. I finally realized what was happening and melted into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck, but as soon as the kiss started, it ended. He let go of me and left. I was standing there, my hands shaking, my legs felt weak, I felt like my mind was going at a thousand miles a second. Dynamight just kissed me…I’m gonna pass out.

chapter 1 chapter 2

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[soppingwetlegs]

“Fangirl”

AgedUp!(24) Pro Katsuki Bakugo x Plussized/Quirkless!Fem reader

warnings: swearing

Chapter 2:

It had been about a week since my glorious encounter with my favorite hero. Trust and believe that selfie has become my profile picture on every social media account I own, and it’s been posted several times, I still can’t believe it. I was finishing up my makeup for work before putting on my glasses and heading out the door. I made it to the mall relatively quickly and clocked in, I loved my job, sure the pay was mediocre but it paid the bills and I liked where I was at. “Fye” has always been my favorite store for all things nerd so working here was so cool. I was sitting on the floor organizing the newest shipment of comic books when I heard the doorbell. “Welcome in!” I shout from the isle, I heard a grunt in response but ultimately ignored it.

I made my way to the counter and waited for the customer to finish their shopping. Looking through our stickers while I waited. Finally I heard footsteps approaching the counter and I looked at the customer…he looks…familiar. I didn’t realize I was staring until a deep throat clearing ripped me from my thoughts. “Sorry about that, sir. Is this all for you?” I asked while scanning his items, dude’s a big fan of AllMight it seems. “Yeah that’s i- hold on…y/n?” My head snapped up upon hearing my name, then I processed the voice…no fucking way. I look at him for a second longer, taking in his scowl and furrowed brows. “Dynamight?”

He’s smirking at me. Dynamight. Out of costume, he’s just some guy buying hero merch, this is insane. He lets out a chuckle and shakes his head. “I have a name, ya know?” I knew his name, but it felt wrong calling my hero by his actual name. “Right…it’s Katsuki right?” He nods. “That’s me, you know your shit, huh fangirl?” I have a golden opportunity to mess with him now, and I’m not missing it. “I guess I do…seems like you’re a bit of a fanboy yourself?” I say with a proud smirk, nodding to his AllMight collectibles. “Tch…shut up, idiot.”

I let out a soft laugh but finish bagging his things before handing them to him. “What are the odds I run into you again?” I’m desperate for this to continue. I see him shake his head and run a hand through his hair. “Small world, I guess. See ya around.” Did I mention I’m desperate? “Wait! If you uh, plan on coming here more, we have a reward program?” His real laugh comes out, not some dry chuckle or anything like that, this was real. I watch as he looks at the reward card and looks back up at me still chuckling a bit. “You sure you’re not just trying to get my number, extra?”

I felt like my eyes were gonna burst out of my face from how wide they got. “I- what? No! This is- it’s my job, Katsuki! I- like I have to ask- I” He waves his hand in my face, shutting me up immediately. “Relax, I’m just fucking with you…if I come here again I’ll sign up.” With that, my second interaction with my favorite hero came to an end. Have I died? Is this heaven? God I hope he comes back.

He does…

At first it was once a week…then twice a week…then every other day…then every day. Safe to say he got the damn reward card. We would chat about his AllMight collection and I would not so subtly gush about my own Dynamight collection. It felt like we were…friends? Unreal. I was finishing up with a customer at the end of a long Katsuki-less day when I heard the doorbell go off. Almost like he heard my thoughts there he was, but he was in costume this time, and dirty. “Hey, nerd. What’s with the face? Thought I wasn’t gonna come see ya?”

Not sure how I haven’t passed out yet, all the blood in my body has to be in my face at this point. I force a shrug. “Long day?” He scoffs and leans against one of the shelves. “Yeah you could say that…” I smile softly and begin wiping down the counters. “Well, if you’re here to buy something you better make it quick, we close in 5 minutes.” He raises his eyebrows and pushes off the shelf, walking up to the counter, he grabs a Dynamight sticker from the small display box and sets it in front of me. “Just this, then.” I chuckle and scan it handing it back to him, very much not expecting what happened next. He takes the sticker and peels the paper off the back before pressing it to my forehead with his thumb. I stare at him with a straight face. “Why.”

There’s that laugh again… “I had to.” I peel the sticker off my face and pull out my phone sticking it on my case instead. I feel his gaze on me and I look up at him, making eye contact, I felt my body take a screenshot, he’s so fucking handsome. We locked eyes for what felt like 30 seconds before he looked away…is he blushing? What is going on? He sucks his teeth and shakes his head at me. I chuckle softly. “What?” He just continues shaking his head, before pulling out his reward card.

“When are you gonna ask for my number, extra?”

What. Is. Going. On…

chapter 1 chapter 3

masterlist

[soppingwetlegs]

“Fangirl”

AgedUp!(24) Pro Katsuki Bakugo x Plussized/Quirkless!Fem reader

warnings: swearing, that’s really it. this is the introduction to a story I’ve been thinking about so it’s not too crazy.

Chapter 1:

I was walking home from work like every other day. My apartment wasn’t very far from the mall I worked at so I didn’t mind the trip. I enjoyed my surroundings, most people would hate being in a villain hot spot but it’s a fangirls dream. I was always lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the pros at work so I couldn’t really complain. Tonight was different though, it was quiet. Growing a bit bored on my unusually uneventful trek home I decided to pull out my phone and scroll through TikTok.

*BUMP*

“Oh shit.” I grimaced as I slammed into what felt like a brick wall, but it wasn’t a wall, but a person. The absolute last person I’d expected to run into…it was him, the #15 hero Dynamight. “Watch where you’re goin’ dumbass…” holy shit, holy shit. His deep rough voice echoed through my ears, I could barely think straight. My favorite hero was standing right in front of me. “Say something, say anything, you idiot!” I thought to myself. “H-hi…” are you fucking kidding me? I was mentally screaming at myself right now.

I look from his steel toed boots all the way up to his spikey blonde hair, my gaze was so obvious it was embarrassing but I was so engrossed I truly didn’t care. “Huh? You got a staring problem, extra?” I felt my cheeks run hot, “extra” he called me an extra, this day couldn’t get any better. I struggle to stifle the excited laughter that forces its way past my lips. “I’m so sorry…I just, um…I’m a huge fan, dynamight.” His scowl twitched, is he smiling? Holy shit I think he’s smiling.

“A fan, huh? What, you think just ‘cause you’re a fan I’ll just let ya bump into me?” He said with a dry chuckle. God, he’s so hot. “No! Of course not! I just- I- uh- well…” girl…be so for real. Finally tired of the mortifying stuttering I shut my mouth and pull my phone out, holding it up to him with a pleading expression. “What am I supposed to do with that?” He asks, oh no he looks annoyed. “Could I please get a selfie?” I mumbled. He rolls his eyes and lets out a slight scoff, turning his head and revealing his hearing aid. “The hell are you whispering for?” My eyes widened and I swallow my nerves, speaking up a bit more. “A uh- selfie, please?” He purses his lips in thought. “Will you piss off if I do this for you?” The quickness of my nod gave me whiplash I’m pretty sure but I truly couldn’t control it. With a final roll of his eyes he reluctantly agrees to the selfie and I let out an involuntary squeal before rushing to his side.

This man has gotta be a solid 6’2-6’4. Being that I’m only 5’2 and I knew for a fact he wouldn’t be bothered to squat down, I decided to stand on my tip toes…bad call. I very much lost my balance and fell against his chest. “Tch, come on now!” He grabs my waist and holds me in place next to him. It took me an embarrassingly long amount of time to be sure he couldn’t hear how hard my heart was pounding, with a trembling hand I raise my phone and smile as best as I could before snapping the photo. I try to ignore the longing feeling when his hand leaves my waist and I take a step away. “Thank you! Thank you so so much, dynamight!” I felt like a kid in a candy store. Once again that scowl on his handsome face turned up, I made him smile…AGAIN!

“Yeah, yeah, take it easy, nobody. Now get lost, I have work to do.” I nodded happily and resumed my walk back to my apartment. The feeling in my chest was indescribable, I really just met my favorite hero and got a selfie. I even had an almost conversation with him! What a day. “Hey, extra!” I turned around and looked at him, pointing at myself, earning a nod from him as he approached me. “What’s your name anyways?” He wants to know my name?! “It’s y/n.” I hear him repeat it to himself under his breath. “American, huh?” I rub the back of my neck awkwardly, laughing a bit. “Yeahhh, I’m lame.” He’s laughing, he laughed, oh my god. “Yeah you’re definitely lame, y/n. Cool to meet a real fangirl though, I guess. I normally lose fans once they hear me speak.” He laughed again, what a beautiful sound. “No way, not me.”

“Yeah? Why’s that? You some kinda freak that likes being bullied?” I can’t tell if he’s being serious or not, but I laugh anyways, earning a confused look from him, he was serious…huh. “I wouldn’t say that, I guess I just appreciate how genuine you are. I think it’s cool that you don’t fall into media training. Just cause you’re kinda mean doesn’t make you any less of a hero, ya know?” His scowl returned, oh god oh fuck. “Huh…you’re weird. See you around, loser. Don’t get into trouble or I’ll blast you to hell.” And with that he walked away. I was left standing alone on the sidewalk dumbfounded, did I say something wrong? Perfect…

Still got my selfie, though…

chapter 2

masterlist

[cathnospam]

Trigger warning to those that don’t like panic attacks, but becomes fluffy at the end

“Katsuki?”

His eyes were dark, he looks like he haven’t slept in weeks, and it’s only been a year since the war ended. Granted, everybody was finally able to sleep regularly again, but apparently you must have been wrong.

“I—“

He couldn’t get the words out, his fits were shaking from how hard we was clenching them, his tired eyes began to water, you knew.

“C’mere.” You pull him into your arms, you feel your shoulder dampening and it was a signal for you to squeeze tighter once you shut your door. You couldn’t even move feeling his arms squeeze tighter against your waist. “I’m right here.”

Even though Bakugo managed to live. Managed to pass though rehab, managed to become a big part of fighting against AFO he still has nightmares.

They started off as just seeing himself nearly die but he wakes up right before it happens. But now he’s having nightmares about you. How you took his place instead of him.

This nightmare he seen your body, lying there, tears dried by your eyes, by the time bakugo ran to you Shigiraki turned your body into dust.

It was horrifying.

He woke up in a frenzy, hot, sweating, immediately running out his room to your dorm, his heavy feet nearly sprinting to your room he needed to just double check he almost bust down your door if you haven’t opened it right as he arrived.

“You—-“

“It’s okay….you’re okay—“

“BUT YOU WEREN’T…you…you….” His voice was so shattered. He couldn’t explain it to you, but you had an inkling what he could’ve meant.

He has been going to your dorm a lot lately. Using the excuse “I’m just checking up on YOU.” But in reality it’s you checking on him. He’ll come right before bed and sleep over or come in while you’re sleep and lay on your couch and once with you on the opposite side of your bed.

You couldn’t move, hearing his sniffles tore your heart a little, his breathing was shallow you could feel his heart rate grow faster, his body was shaking and you immediately began to fall on your knees, back on the wall rubbing his back .”I’m right here Katsuki…it’s okay just match my breathing.”

Not wanting to panic either you regulated your breathing for him to copy you, his teeth were gritting to hard you felt it against your shoulder, “C’mon there you go…..just breathe….”

After a few minutes He began to calm down. Your shirt was damp with tears but you knew better than to force him to look at you. So you waited until he did the first move.

Bakugo covered his face with his palm, pausing before attempting to wipe all his tears off his face.

He failed.

You took his hand, palms so sweaty it was nearly slippery to hold up with a firm grip you guided him to your bed. “Stay here tonight.”

He didn’t reply nor negate, he just followed suit. He’d usually have his back facing you, but felt himself willingly fall onto your chest.

“They’re soft right?” You weakly joke about your breast he is laid on, trying to see if he’ll respond, you smile hearing a weak chuckle come out his nose before he snuggles himself between them deeper.

Your fingers run though his soft hair, his heartbeat was in tandem with yours as you felt his chest against your belly.

Bakugo usually handles his panic attacks alone, but for the first time he actually was so happy to have someone like you there with him. His teary eye peaks from the side, you wipe the remnant of tears from his cheek and he nearly melts to your touch.

It was probably the best sleep he has ever had in months thanks to you.

[soppingwetlegs]

DEFINITELY his type…

Katsuki Bakugo(AgedUp! UA college) PlusSized(fem) x reader

this is a continuation of my last story, I just can’t stop thinking about it, they’re so cute omg.

warnings: fat shaming(a little bit), swearing, suggestive language, kissing😳

“I’m looking forward to it, y/n.”

“I am too, Katsuki.”

After that sweet interaction, Katsuki walked you to class. Engaging in casual conversation, just getting to know each other. “Okay so let’s do something really corny and dumb to get to know each other.” Katsuki raised an eyebrow. “Whad’ya mean?” He says. “Well, I was thinking we could play 20 questions? Except obviously it’ll be more than 20.” You explain with a giggle that makes Katsuki’s heart jump. “Yeah, that does sound fuckin’ dumb…but I’m down.” He said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes and gently nudged him with your shoulder.

When the two of you arrived to the classroom everyone’s eyes immediately went to you. “She’s so big”, “why is he walking with her?” “Ew do you think Bakugo likes her?” “No way right?” You heard all the comments and immediately felt anxious, out of place, ugly. To your surprise Katsuki heard them too, his fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles were white. He looked up to the people he heard talking shit. “I suggest you all keep your bullshit opinions to your fucking selves if you know what’s good for ya!” He shouted, his booming voice was gruff and laced with anger.

The room fell silent. Everyone had fearful looks in their eyes. You made your way to your seat, bakugo following behind and sitting next to you and his friends. “Ignore those dumbasses. They wouldn’t know what a real woman looks like if she killed ‘em.” You nod, trying to push the rude comments out of your mind. “Y-yeah…right.” You say softly. The lecture goes on and we’re dismissed to lunch. You and Bakugo walk to lunch rush’s eatery together talking and laughing as you go. You stand in line and get your food. “Hey, wanna go somewhere cooler for lunch?” You raise an eyebrow. “Like, where?” Bakugo nods his head toward the stairs and you follow in suit. You make our way to the roof, there’s nobody else up there, it’s quiet.

It’s a beautiful sunny day with a light breeze, perfect weather. You sit next to Bakugo and begin eating your lunch, a comfortable silence falls around you two. He can’t help but admire how your features look in the sunlight, your skin looks so soft, he can almost imagine how it would feel beneath his fingers. After a few minutes Bakugo speaks up. “So…20 dumbass questions? Wanna start it up here?” You chuckle softly before nodding. “Sure, we can start. Umm…what’s your favorite color?” Bakugo lets out a humorless laugh. “Seriously?” You shrug. “What? It’s a good first question!” He shakes his head chuckling softly. “It’s a fuckin’ empty question. But uh, I dunno…red. I guess.” You smile at his answer. “Red, huh? Makes sense.” He laughs and shakes his head. “How the hell does it make sense?” You begin explaining. “Well when I think of red I think of anger. Red is an angry color and you seem like an angry guy.” He furrows his brows. “I am not an angry guy!” He yells…angrily. You just laugh and shake your head. “Right…sure you’re not.”

Bakugo continues the questions. “Okay, my turn I guess. What is your favorite movie genre?” You perk up at the question, a giddy expression gracing your soft features. “Horror! I love horror movies.” He smirks. “Yeah? They ain’t too scary for ya?” You shrug. “I mean, I get scared for sure. But that’s what makes them fun to watch. It’s like a little adrenaline rush.” You explain happily. “Well…maybe we could watch one together sometime? I mean if you want to…I don’t really care either way, just uh…figured I’d ask.” You can’t help but chuckle at his nervous offer. “I’d love to watch a horror movie with you, Katsuki.” His first name leaving your lips always sends a shiver down his spine. Your voice is so sweet, he feels himself being more and more drawn to you as the day goes on.

After lunch the last few classes go by quickly, in the blink of an eye you’re back at the dorms. Sitting in the common area talking to everyone. Bakugo sits next to you on the couch, trying not to be creepily close but also not far enough away for someone to squeeze between you two. “Hey, kats.” You turn your head and smile. ‘Kats’ wow…you gave him a nickname. He felt his face heat up, butterflies swarming in his stomach and you’ve only said two words. He’s awestruck just staring into your big brown eyes. “Uh…kats?” He finally snaps out of it. “S-sorry. I uh..I zoned out. Kats, huh? We’re givin’ nicknames now?” He asks with a small smile. “Well, I thought it was cute. You can give me one if you’d like?” He wants so desperately to call you ‘baby’, or ‘love’, ‘sweetheart’, or ‘princess’ but alas, you’re not there yet. So with a deep breath he simply says. “Y/n” is too nice a name to shorten.”

Bakugo got a nice idea and nudged your arm. “You wanna watch a movie?” You smile brightly, making his chest tighten. “I’d love to!” He stands from the couch and walks toward his room. You feel your stomach twist in knots. ‘In his room? Oh god, oh fuck’ you think as you follow him inside. His room was very…man. Plain white sheets with a black bed spread, a small oscillating fan on his desk pointed toward his bed. His walls were littered with AllMight posters and framed photos of him and his friends. He had a small shelf above his bed with several trophies and medals he’d acquired throughout his academic/sports career. You walk around looking at everything, smiling at the photo of him and his mom, he was a grumpy baby too, pouting with a popsicle in his chubby little fist. He sits on his bed and pats the spot next to him, clicking on the tv.

You nervously sit down at the edge of the bed with your hands resting on your thighs. You hear a deep chuckle. “Dude. You think I’m gonna hurt ya or somethin’? You can get comfortable.” He says, looking at you with an amused grin. “Okay…r-right.” You say moving closer, sitting next to him and resting your back against his headboard. He scrolls through Netflix’s horror selection. “Anything good on here?” You smile and point at ‘the last shift’. “That one is really good. It’s like psychological horror, my favorite kind, personally.” He nods and presses play. You glance over at him before leaning down and pulling at the blanket, he’s still laying on top of it. “You cold?” You nod. “A bit..” He moves his legs and pulls the blanket up over your bodies, you slide down a bit and pull it up to your shoulders, feeling cozy while watching the movie.

You watch the movie intently, despite having seen it several times you still jump at some of the spooky parts, you even cover your eyes a few times, earning a soft chuckle from the man next to you. “Scared?” You shake your head. “No way! Just uh…cold.” He leans down a bit closer. “I can protect you, don’t worry.” With a deep breath he takes a leap of faith, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he holds his breath awaiting your reaction. To his delight you scoot closer, resting your head on his chest and your hand on his stomach, you sigh contentedly at his body heat warning you up. “You’re like a breathing heater. It’s so nice.” He chuckles, rubbing your back gently. “I’m glad I can warm you up…so uh…wanna continue with our questions?” You look up at him through your lashes. “Yeah, sure we can.” You say before resting your head again.

In the midst of our cuddle/question session Denki barges into the room. “Bakubro come hang- oh. OH! okay, buddy I see you!” Bakugo goes to speak but you beat him to it, sitting up quickly. “Get out of here, sparkplug! Can’t you see he’s busy?!” Denki’s eyes widen and he quickly runs out shutting the door behind him. You lay back down and nuzzle into bakugos chest. He was in awe, his eyes wide, his jaw slack. “You’re…so hot.” You laugh loudly, your cheeks tinged with pink. “Sorry, sorry…I’m just enjoying our time together…I also hate interruptions.” You say hiding your face. He grabs your chin and makes you look up at him. “I could kiss you right now…” Your eyes widen, a surge of confidence bursts in your chest. “What’s stopping you?” He smirks and leans in, planting a soft kiss to your lips, you melt into it but it’s over almost as soon as it begins. You open your eyes, sticking your bottom lip out childishly as you pout. “That’s it?”

“What d’ya mean “that’s it”? You…want more?” You shrug and climb onto his lap, straddling him, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. “I mean…I wouldn’t mind more.” You say, looking into his crimson eyes. “I’m not saying we should do anything…crazy. But…” he raises an eyebrow. “Crazy? Define crazy.” You blush furiously. “Come on…you know what I mean..” He scoffs. “You’re already on my lap, how much crazier are we talking? I wanna hear you say it…” You lean in and kiss him again, making him shut up instantly.

“Maybe you’ll find out next time we’re alone…” He bites his lip, blushing at your words. “I’m looking forward to it…princess.”

***AHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. NOBODY TOUCH ME.***

I think I might make this into a short series. the next part will likely be the last one since it’s gonna be smutty 😝 but yeah yeah yeah. I hope whoever reads this enjoys it.

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His type…

Katsuki Bakugo(AgedUp! UA College) PlusSized(fem) x reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of 🌽, flirting, suggestive language. kinda fat shaming terms but not really.

It was Saturday, the ladies of the dorm have gone out on the town for a girls night, so Kirishima suggested that the guys have guys night at the dorms. Naturally, not everyone was into it, really just the usual rowdy bunch: Kirishima, Denki, and Sero. They were all lounging on the couch playing video games and drinking beer when Denki got a “funny” idea. “Hey, what kind of porn does everyone like?” He asked with a buzzed giggle. Kirishima nearly choked from laughing mid sip. “…ugh dude, what?” The red haired man asked between coughs. “You heard me, man! What kind of porn does everyone like?” Denki repeated grabbing his laptop from the table. “Let’s watch some weird shit.”

The other two men reluctantly agreed and waited for Denki to show his favorite kind. It honestly made sense what his choice was, a huge orgy of all women and one man, he’s a little freak. Kirishima watched the video laughing and poking fun at the blonde, while sero just turned away with a disgusted expression. “come on, man…this is just too much.” Denki frowned and handed the laptop to him. “Fine! What’s your favorite then?” Sero chuckled and typed in: BDSM. A thinner woman was bound in the air by her arms and her legs were chained to keep them open, there was a man using several different toys on her and spanking her, the whole nine yards. Denki was laughing so hard he had tears forming in his eyes. “Sero, what the fuck?” He said through his laughter. Kirishima sat with his jaw slack and eyes wide. “…how..how could he do such horrible things to that woman..?” Sero laughed and rolled his eyes.

Bakugo came downstairs for a snack and overheard his friends laughing. “What are you idiots doing?” He said stealing a beer. “Watchin’ porn. Like friends do.” Denki said with a grin. Bakugo rolled his eyes. “You guys are fuckin’ weird.” He said gruffly before turning to walk away. Kirishima grabbed his arm. “Hey! Come on, man! It’s guys night! Watch some stupid porn with the bros!” The three men laughed and shoved each other. “Just guys being dudes.” Sero added. “It’ll make us closer as friends to know what gets your rocks off, man.” Denki says with a laugh. Bakugo rolled his eyes once more before begrudgingly joining them on the couch. “Fine, but this is dumb as hell.” He said with a scoff.

It was Kirishima’s turn to show a video and he searched up: lesbian. “Might be a little tame but it is a classic..” he said with a smirk. The other three men watched as the video went on, Denki was blushing and giggling, sero had his eyebrows raised with wide eyes and Bakugo just scoffed and looked away, sipping his beer. “What’s wrong, Bakubro? Don’t like my choice?” Bakugo chuckled dryly, taking the laptop from him. “You dumbasses got it all wrong, honestly.” He types in: ‘BBW’ with a shit eating grin. “Now this is the good stuff.”

All their eyes widen when they see a plus sized woman appear on the screen, her body looked so soft and squishy, her features round, they loved fit and thin girls of course but they’d never entertained the thought of bigger women. “Damn…that’s a lot of woman.” Kirishima says, eyes wide. “Hear me out..” sero says with a chuckle. “Bakugo, I didn’t peg you for a chubby chaser.” Denki adds with a soft laugh. “Tch, don’t call me that, idiot. It’s demeaning to women. This is just my type, really. I like a woman that can handle me.” He says smirking.

The night went on just like that, the guys sitting around a laptop laughing and watching weird shit. Once the girls came home everyone decided to call it a night, going to their respective dorm rooms and getting some rest for their Sunday morning lecture. When the morning came everyone put on their uniforms and made their way to Aizawas lecture hall.

“We have a new transfer student from Americas hero course. Her name is y/n, she’ll be attending school here from now on. Everyone give her a warm welcome, and be. fucking. nice.” Aizawa said glaring at the usual troublesome group. You walk in nervously, clutching your books against your chest. You clear your throat and swallow your nerves before speaking. “uh..hi..I’m y/n.” Everyone collectively said hello, some chuckles and ‘fat’ comments were heard, Kirishima looked at you with wide eyes before smacking bakugo’s shoulder. “Dude, dude…look, that’s your type, right?” Bakugo, who could care less about a new ‘extra’ looked up with a scoff before the air was stolen from his lungs, eyes wide, mouth dry. “…oh, shit..”

You were his exact type. Curvy, thick thighs, wide hips, a full hourglass figure. Your face was round with soft features, your tummy round and slightly noticeable through your uniform. You were beautiful. Shoulder length brown hair, big honey brown eyes, pink cheeks and an innocent smile. You clear your throat again before explaining your quirk. “My quirk is called um..blade strike. I-I’m able to generate energy blades from the fat cells stored in my body, sort of like fatgum. Which is why I look like…” you gesture to your body with your arms. “…this.” You roll up your sleeves to reveal the slits in your forearms where the blades come out of and you generate one in each arm, they’re hot pink with a slight glow, your eyes glow the same color upon activating your quirk. “When I make too many my body will change, I become skinny? I guess? And my quirk is rendered pretty much useless. But after a good meal my body goes back to…well, this.” Everyone stares at your blades in awe, Bakugo is completely silent, his face still flushed from how beautiful you are.

Aizawa smiles and welcomes you to the school. “Very good introduction, y/n. Please take a seat, there’s an empty spot up by…Bakugo, raise your hand so she knows who you are.” Bakugo was so zoned in he didn’t even hear Aizawa until Kirishima smacked him and brought him back to earth. “The fuck was that for?!” Aizawa sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Yes, him. The loud blonde…” he says to you. You smile softly and gather your things walking up the steps to where Bakugo is seated. His eyes follow you the entire journey there, when you finally make eye contact before sitting he hastily looks away, blushing furiously, trying to push the feelings aside and forcing his usual scowl. “Hi..I’m y/n.” He side eyes you before speaking, his voice slightly strained. “I heard you the first time, extra…” You raised your eyebrows but ultimately shook it off before sitting down next to him, your thighs doing ‘the thing’ as you sit in the seat. His eyes widen and he gasps softly before turning his eyes back to Aizawa. You hear the gasp and look over at him before shrugging and facing the front.

The lecture continues as usual, Bakugo stealing glances every chance he gets, quickly turning away when you catch him. Once the lecture is over your shown to the dorms. You happen to be on the same floor as Bakugo…perfect. You walk into your empty room and sigh, your furniture still hasn’t arrived from America yet so you only have your clothes and whatever else you could fit in your suitcases. You begin unpacking and change into lounge clothes, a simple pair of black sweats and a black baby tee with a white skull decal on the chest. You throw your hair into a claw clip and slip on some fuzzy socks before making your way to the common area to get to know your dorm mates.

Bakugo couldn’t keep his eyes off of you when you came down the stairs. His eyes following your every move. In his eyes, you were ethereal, truly otherworldly, he wanted so badly to tell you how beautiful he thought you were but his rough exterior and fear of looking weak wouldn’t allow it. “Hi, Bakugo.” Your sweet voice rang through his ears, he didn’t even realise you were standing in front of him until he heard his name. “Oh…hey, newbie. How’re you uh, likin’ the dorms?” You smiled, that damn smile…so kind, so warm, he feels his face heat up just at the sight. “It’s nice, I mean it’s a bit boring to look at since my furniture isn’t here yet but I can’t complain.” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly before speaking. “I-I could help ya unpack..ya know when your shit gets here. If you want..or whatever, I don’t care.” Your sweet giggle sent shivers down his spine. He’s truly never felt this way before about anyone, let alone someone he’s just met. “That’d be great! I could get to know you better too, so that would be fun.” You said with that fucking smile again.

“There’s not much to know…I mean, besides the fact that I’m gonna be the next number one hero.” He said with his signature smirk. You smiled and looked in his eyes, making his heart skip a beat. “I believe it…I mean I don’t really know you but that kind of confidence can’t be false.” You said making his eyes widen slightly. He clears his throat nervously, your response catching him off guard. “I- well- yea- ya know..I’m l-like..” he stumbled over his words, blushing furiously. You just chuckled and waved your hand. “Sorry, put ya on the spot. I’ll see you later, ‘kay?” And with that, you walked away, sitting on the couch, mingling with other students. Bakugo mentally scolded himself for blowing it. “fuckin’ idiot…” he mutters under his breath.

After dinner everyone makes their way to their dorms to wind down before they go to bed. You on the other hand weren’t feeling too keen on it. You still had jet lag from travelling from America to Japan so you weren’t even tired yet. Bakugo saw you remain seated on the couch as everyone else left the common area. “Hey, you not tired?” He asked while looking at the floor, hands stuffed in his pockets. “Not really, no. Like it’s 10pm here but it’s 8am in (home state)…so my body clock is all whacked out.” You said biting your lip anxiously. Bakugo felt his body heat up at the sight. “I mean…I can hang out with you, if ya want. Ya know, ‘til you get tired or whatever.” He said running a hand through his mess of blonde hair. You perked up but your expression changed to a frown almost immediately after. “I’d hate to keep you up, though. If you’re tired you should go to bed, I’ll be okay alone.” Bakugo just shook his head and sat down. “Did I say I was tired, idiot?” He said leaning his back against the couch.

The time was now 2am, Bakugo’s eyes were very heavy, he’s normally in bed by 8pm but he’ll be damned if he’s gonna give up spending time with you just for some sleep. You had put on a comfort show to try to make yourself tired and it worked, after a while you found yourself laying down on the couch, Bakugo couldn’t tear his tired eyes off of your body, you looked so comfortable, so soft. After a beat Bakugo heard soft snores coming from you. He chuckled quietly, standing from the couch and scooping you into his arms bridal style, your head resting on his shoulder. Due to the movement, you stirred awake a bit, looking up at whoever was carrying you. “Where we goin’…?” You asked, your voice was so small, sleep laced in your words. He just smirked, not looking down at you as he continued walking to your room.

His respect made him drop you off in front of your door. He couldn’t bring himself to walk inside your room without permission, he shook you a bit to wake you up before gently placing your feet on the floor in front of your room. “There ya go, sleepyhead. Go get some rest.” You smiled lazily and patted his chest as a thank you before walking into your room. “g’night, bakugo…” you said quietly before shutting your door and throwing yourself into bed. “‘Night, beautiful..” Bakugo said to your closed door, feeling a sense of warmth spread through his chest. He went into his own room and laid down, staring at the ceiling, unable to close his eyes. You were plaguing his mind and he just met you. He was determined to make you his somehow. Whether it be his best friend and eventually girlfriend or if he’s lucky enough to get your attention romantically off the bat he’d be very happy with that outcome. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, letting sleep take over his mind and body, drifting off to the thought of you.

The morning came faster than either of you wanted. You groaned as you woke up to your alarms. You dragged yourself into the bathroom for a shower before changing into your uniform and throwing on some light makeup so you don’t look like a zombie. You make your way down to the kitchen for some coffee, to your surprise a familiar blonde is already making a pot. His eyes travelled up and down your form quickly before he cleared his throat. “Mornin’, extra.” You scoffed playfully and crossed your arms over your chest. “I have a name, you know.” You smirked as you rolled your eyes…were you flirting? He couldn’t believe it. “I know, but ‘extra’ makes more sense.” He said with a soft chuckle. “You want some coffee, y/n?” You smiled brightly, hearing your name leave his lips made you feel nice for some reason.

You completely forgot about his question, getting lost in your own mind as you analysed his facial features. His crimson eyes were something you’ve never seen before, they were so intense yet soft at the same time. He was incredibly handsome. “Uh…y/n?” You blushed furiously, realising you were definitely fucking staring. “Yeah, yes sorry. Still have sleep brain I guess…I’d love some coffee.” You say trying to defend your staring. “Got it, black?” You shake your head, scrunching your nose as you cringe at the thought. “Way too bitter…I need creamer.” He scoffs. “Pussy.” You playfully punch his shoulder, feigning offence as you take your mug from his hands, adding cream and sugar and taking a sip of the hot, sweet, caffeinated, and beautiful beverage that you desperately needed. “Thanks, jerk.” You said with a wink, walking to the counter and sitting down on a stool, sipping your coffee. He took a seat next to you drinking a cup of black coffee. You sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the quiet of the early morning.

Bakugo turned to you, a nervous look on his face. “S-so I have..a question.” He spoke, his voice shaking a bit. Being nervous was new for him and it was making him feel sick. You turned to face him, a small smile on your face as you raised an eyebrow. “Hm?” You hummed in response. “Well…” he started. “…I was just uh, wondering if I could walk you to class? Maybe? I mean if you say no I won’t care at all, I just wanted to ask..” You chuckled at his last sentence. “You’re funny. I’d love to walk to class with you…” You look at his student ID, squinting your eyes a bit. “…Katsuki.” You finish with a smile. Hearing his first name from your lips made his chest tighten, the effect you had on him was mind numbing. He couldn’t do it, couldn’t fight it any longer. “Y/N…” he started, the sound of your name from his mouth made you fully face him. “Yes?” You asked softly.

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, and pinching the bridge of his nose before speaking again. “I know…we just met yesterday, but…I can’t get you outta my head. It’s fuckin’ infuriating. Y-Ya come in here all sweet and-and kind, it’s just driving me crazy…you’re my exact type and I’ve never met anyone here that looks like you. You’re so goddamn beautiful, y/n; so beautiful it pisses me off..” he finishes. Your eyes were wide, cheeks pink, your mouth slightly agape in shock. “I-…” you kept opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water. Katsuki couldn’t help but to chuckle at your reaction, taking some of the anxiety out of his own body.

“Katsuki…” there’s his name again, your soft voice, the way your lips look as you form the letters of his name, he was enamoured by you. “I-I think you’re incredibly handsome, and so funny…but I don’t think we know each other well enough for anything to happen this soon..” you said softly. His eyes lit up, you think he’s handsome? You think he’s funny? “Well, how about we get to know each other, then?” He said before fiddling with his nails, hoping you’ll say yes. You smile before placing your small soft hands on his large (very sweaty) rough ones. He happily took your hands in his, listening intently as you spoke. “I’d love to get to know you…” You said rubbing your thumb on the top of his hand. “Really?” Katsuki said with a smile. “Really, really.” He felt like his heart was going to explode, his chest felt so warm, butterflies swarming in his stomach.

“I’m lookin’ forward to it, y/n…” he said, his voice softer than usual. “I am too, Katsuki.”

***this is so cute to me. I feel nauseous. I hope whoever reads it enjoys it lmfao.***

Feel free to send requests! I’ll write for any mha character!

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PSA: hey y’allllllll

so this is basically just me letting anyone that decides to read my shitty katsuki fics know that I’m really only going to write for plus sized readers just bc I don’t see much of that in the fanfic community and I myself am a plus sized girlie. Of course if there’s any requests or anything, I will write whatever you want but as for original stories they will likely be solely plus sized(fem) UNLESS REQUESTED OTHERWISE OFC. thank you for liking my stories, I know they’re not great but I enjoy writing them <3

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reason ☆ ( thirdyear!katsuki x reader ) suggestive — your boyfriend breaks up with you, and katsuki doesn’t waste opportunities

The first fact Class 1-A learns about you is that you have a boyfriend.

Well — had. And now you’re third years, and it’s safe to say that you should’ve broken up long ago.

You had him since middle school, but they never met him. Your dynamic shifted from the perfect picture of high school sweethearts to something more toxic since you got into UA — 1-A, no less. Yuusei didn’t pass the UA exams and called you insensitive for asking him to come meet your ‘fancy hero friends’ while he was from some low-profile school, and back when you had sympathy for him, it was difficult to be peeved at his blatant jealousy. He had a compelling, teary face.

“That’s called manipulative,” Sero says.

“He was really insecure,” you confess. Not that it makes it any better. He was manipulative because he was insecure — but that wasn’t all. He’d been that way long ago. There was a different turning point.

Kirishima gives a gentle, understanding pat on the back. “We were busy enough as it is. But now we’re about to graduate; of course you started thinking more about your future.”

“And you got the perfect ending — a future without him!” Ashido cheers to that. You take a long, long, victorious sip.

Right. After your breakup, you phoned Ashido about it, unaware that she was out with the rest of your friends, but it wasn’t like you were on speaker. Ashido gasped and shrieked, and the rest continued in her apartment, bottles of fancy wine that probably came from Bakugou lined up on the table.

Bakugou had been silent the entire time, sitting on the far edge of the couch across yours. You didn’t even think he’d come along. He’d always been coldly indifferent when it came to anything related to Yuusei. He doesn’t offer a single word; you expected him to call you stupid for dragging it this long when you entered the room. He just stared, ruby tracing your every step.

“So? What made you snap?” Kaminari asks, nestling into the cushion beside you, slinging an arm over your shoulder. You feel like a prey as Bakugou’s gaze holds on Kaminari’s arm for a moment too long. “What shit did he pull this time?”

Bakugou had been the reason for your breakup, and it almost feels like he knows exactly that.

Yuusei despised him. Bakugou is the physical embodiment of everything Yuusei failed to be, and you were friends with him. It really didn’t help that Bakugou has an ego and can back it up; Yuusei didn't have either.

Yuusei was in a heated argument with a classmate, and you got irritated by his voice drowning out even your music at the loudest volume. So you got up, buried your feet in your outside shoes, and glanced back.

“Hey, I’m going out.”

Yuusei was already having an awful day, and came the bottled-up aggression that made him spit in seething venom: “What, don’t tell me you’re going out to fuck Bakugou behind my back again?”

You paused from where you had been tugging your jacket sleeves up your arms. And then, unadulterated fury. The rest is history.

But that’s embarrassing to admit to your friends. They’d ask why Yuusei would even bring Bakugou up — why he is even a recurring argument in your relationship. It wasn’t just Yuusei that was the problem. Somewhere buried deep that Yuusei could feel was your shame, the one that knew Yuusei wasn’t just threatened by Bakugou because of one thing.

“He was having a bad day,” you say instead, and the mendacious excuse slips so easily. Back then, you thought it was because you needed to defend Yuusei; now, it was because you feared them also knowing the truth. “And I realized I just couldn’t — uh, anymore.”

“Yeah,” Sero, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Ashido agree together.

Bakugou finally shifts from where he’d been unmoving, ducking down to fill his glass. “‘least you learned your fucking lesson.” His gaze flicks up; the intensity makes you feel so shameful. It coils in your gut. “Forget the losers who can’t handle themselves. Go for the best.”

Coming from him. Is he flirting? This has to be flirting, right? Every word he says feels so charged, blatant with intent.

“Whoa, fresh on the market and you’re already saying that? Give it a few months, at least,” Kaminari laughs, followed by some, but you and Bakugou aren’t laughing. You’re stuck in this weird staring competition — looking away feels like admitting defeat. Feels like you’d straight up confess that yes, it’s you! You’re the fucking reason why!

“Yeah,” you mutter, though you’re not sure if it’s in response to Kaminari or Bakugou’s. You drag on another sip but feel as sober as a judge. You feel like you’d need ten more before you could even deal with whatever shit Bakugou is pulling.

“Cheer up, baby,” Mina coos. “You know you’re a catch. Yuusei will know exactly what he lost.”

“I don’t care about him anymore,” you say, which is the complete truth. “I’m getting shitfaced because I feel like I’m about to make a very bad decision.”

“Um?” Kirishima voices worriedly. “Do we need to take you somewhere?”

Bakugou stands abruptly, jingling his car keys in between his fingers. “Come on.”

“Are you drunk?” he asks before you can even pretend to open your front door.

“I only smell like it, but I really am too clear-headed for this,” you swear.

The moment he pins you to the wall and buries his mouth into yours, you know you are gone. This is what Yuusei had been fearing, what you’d been hiding — and fuck, it feels so good. He kisses like he’s starving like he’s been holding back for as long as you are. The shame comes spilling out soon after.

“I just got broken up with,” you say in a futile attempt to ease your guilt. “Hey — Katsuki, do you even—”

“I know what I’m doin’,” he says, mouthing over where your jaw and neck meet. "I know you want me."

“God, this is so fucked up,” you say, trailing off in a whine that really says a lot about you. “I’m an asshole. You’re really good at kissing — Katsuki—”

“Try three years of patience and tell me again what’s more fucked up,” Katsuki rasps, breath searing a mark on your skin, inciting a shudder that came down from your toes to your dizzy head.

“You were waiting for Yuusei and me to break up?”

“I get what I want.” Katsuki pauses, his eyes flicking up, arresting yours for a breath. “And he was a dick. Was bettin’ since year one.”

You curl a strand of his untamed hair, unwittingly charmed. “Sorry for making you wait.”

He responds by capturing your lips in a kiss, prying your mouth open with his, licking in, biting, pulling, grinding, and —

Katsuki softens his hold on your hips, pushing off. “Hey.”

You pant. Wow, you think, lightheaded, you don’t think you’d ever been kissed that well. “Hey,” you exhale over his mouth.

Katsuki bears his forehead heavily down on yours. “This isn’t some one-night stand rebound bullshit, you hear me? I didn’t wait three years just to get my dick wet — we’re doin’ this shit, got that?”

“I know,” you say, smiling. “You’re the best of all of them, right?”

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Nothing

Pro!Bakugo (23) x Fem!Reader (23 plus sized, I can’t help it)

I recently rediscovered nothing by Bruno major and my brain went buurrrrrr so I had to write this fluffy bullshit I’m sorry I’m sorry.

warnings: slight body dysmorphia??? this is really just pure fluff and it’s honestly kinda trash but if I didn’t write it I was going to lose my natural alignment.

“Come on, babe we’re gonna be late!” Katsuki calls up the stairs of our shared home. It was just one of those days…one of those god awful days where I just feel…bad. None of my clothes are fitting how I want them to, no matter how I style my hair my face still looks too round in my opinion, just..everything was wrong; of course this had to happen on date night. I come downstairs still in my pajamas, Katsuki was already dressed, wearing a white button down with the sleeves half rolled, black dress pants and dress shoes, along with a look of pure confusion and slight anger. “You look so handsome, kats” I say sadly, trying to ignore his confused gaze. “Is there a reason you’re not dressed? I already pushed the reservation back twice…we’re gonna lose our table.” He says running a stressed hand through his mess of blond hair.

I couldn’t hold it back any longer, the tears fall before I can even process the fact that I’m crying. “I-I’m sorry, Katsuki…I j-just..” he rushes to my side, knowing what’s going on without the need for an explanation. “I see, you don’t need to explain anything to me, baby. I can tell what’s wrong…we’ll have a lazy night in then, huh? Sound good to you?” I nod happily, wiping my face clean of the tear trails. I take my place on the couch while Katsuki goes upstairs to change into comfortable clothes himself.

I make us some popcorn and gather as many snacks as I can find, chocolate, chips, the whole shebang, once I get back into the living room I see him man spreading on the couch, wearing grey sweats and a black tank top. “God damn…you’re so sexy, Kats” he lets out a low chuckle as his crimson eyes rake over my body. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, doll. We’re supposed to be being lazy and like…boring tonight, right?” I laugh softly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, a pink blush dusting my cheeks. “Sorry, sorry…I’ll behave.” I promise before happily sitting next to him on the couch, sprawling all the snacks on the table before pulling the blanket over us. He grabs the switch controllers and hands me one with a smirk. “Mario Kart?”

I take the controller from him and lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees as he starts the game up. He chooses bowser which is oh so fitting and I pick daisy of course, to which he snickers and mumbles something along the lines of “fuckin’ princess..” I roll my eyes but ultimately ignore him, as the first race begins. I anxiously chew on my bottom lip as I try my best, I can’t help but notice that he’s doing really badly and I let out a small laugh. “Babe are you even trying?” I look over to see him staring at me, his gaze is so soft and loving, yet intense. I feel my face heat up as I shrink away from his crimson stare. “Hellllooooo earth to Katsuki..” he just smiles and sets the controller down. “There aren’t many people I’d honestly say I don’t mind losing to…you just look so damn cute when you get all excited about winning.” I smile softly and shove his shoulder. “Cheese ball…when did you get so sappy?” He sucks his teeth and shrugs, leaning back against the couch. “Dunno, you bring out the bitch in me, babe.” I roll my eyes and get up from the couch, turning off the switch and putting Netflix on.

“Wanna watch a movie?” I say grabbing the remote and sitting back down next to him. “Yeah, I’m okay with that.” I scroll through the movies and smile at his annoyed groan when I pick “the notebook”. “Come onnn we’ve watched this stupid shit like 16 times!” I smirk and press play anyways. “Well, now it’s time to watch it for the 17th time!” I cuddle into his side and rest my head on his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh as he draws gentle shapes with his fingers on my thigh. Nearing the iconic bittersweet ending of the movie I hear soft sniffles coming from Katsuki and I look up. “pussy.” He immediately wipes his face and shoots me a glare. “Shut up! It’s so goddamn sad!” I laugh loudly and poke his pouty bottom lip. “I’m jokin’ im jokin’. it’s cute how soft you get over this movie.” He lifts my chin and stares into my eyes, causing my breath to hitch in my throat. We’ve been together for 2 years and this man still manages to make me feel weak in the knees as if we just met.

The corners of his mouth turn up into the smallest smile before he leans in, capturing my lips in the sweetest kiss I’ve ever experienced from him. He’s never been a bad kisser by any means but this kiss feels different. It’s so soft, and gentle, it’s as if he’s afraid he’ll break me if he kisses me any harder. I feel his hands sneak down my sides and he pulls me into his lap causing me to gasp, he of course uses that opening to explore my mouth with his tongue. I run my fingers through his hair and tug slightly to deepen the kiss, feeling my body heat up. Before things can go any further he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine. “I know we’re not making out on a boat in the rain or uh, in a house I painted blue…” I smile softly, waiting for him to continue. “but?” He laughs at my impatience. “but there’s nothin’ like doin’ nothin’ with you.” I’m smiling like a damn fool at this point. I don’t know if he meant to rhyme but I don’t care. My heart is so full of love for this man that nothing else matters. “there’s nothing like doing nothing with you..”

this is actual garbage and I hate everything about it but I had to create it. I simply had to. nobody talk to me for several years. bye.

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[adoringmha]

doing that tik tok trend with katsuki where your bf ranks how mad he would be if another man touched you in different ways from 1 to 10...pls

the first image is someone squeezing your cheeks with one hand.

katsuki's jaw clenches, "no one would even be able to get that close to you."

you roll your eyes with a smile. "just imagine."

"then i'd blast his hand off." he blinks, serious as ever.

"you're not supposed to say what you'd do to them, you have to rank it."

he practically snarls. "one."

you laugh. "baby you have to be serious."

he cuts his eyes to you from the side. "does it look like i'm joking?"

"you have 10 things to rank, babe. i guarantee you that's not the worst thing you'll see."

he mutters to himself, "why did i agree to this." he sighs. "fine, four."

second, someone giving you a massage.

you swear, his eye twitches. "i'd break both his arms."

"that's not––"

"don't care." katsuki says matter of fact, adding his own rule to the game. "three."

third, you sitting in someone's lap, facing them.

he turns to look at you, offended.

you laugh, "why are you looking at me like i actually did it?"

he rolls his eyes. "tch, i'd break his kneecaps." he crosses his arms. "fucking one."

you sitting on someone's shoulders.

he runs a hand over his face in disbelief. "i'd knock him out, there's no way. why the fuck?-" he shakes his head. "two."

you stifle a laugh.

someone giving you a bath.

"immediately fucking no."

"katsuki-"

"they're all one, fuck it. we're done with this dumbass game."

[blazedbakugou]

men who are not scared to handle a big woman. men who love to lose themselves in your curves. they get drunk off how soft you are, so much for them to grab and they love it. they get off of the sight of your ass jiggling against them whenever they pound you from behind. or how pretty you look with your knees pressed against your chest as they plow into your pillowy cunt. they lose their mind whenever they glance down and watch the way your pussy swallows them, your lower belly is so soft they can’t help but grab it. your tits are so soft too, they go crazy watching them bounce as they rut into you harder and harder. men who grip you extra tight when you try to run from their harsh thrusts because they love the way your plush hips squish underneath their fingertips. men who love to make you feel small because no matter how big you may feel, they will always be able to overpower you.

— EIJIROU, bakugou, aged up YUUJI, geto, toji, MEGUMI, denki, gojo, TODO

[heyaheiya]

Introducing Katsuki to your best friend from America is a nightmare waiting to happen. He’s still working on his English, so most interactions are translated through you. Not to mention, they hate each other.

“Tell your boyfriend to go outside, he’s pale asf.”

“She says you’re very pale.”

“That’s a compliment, why is she glaring??”

“It’s an insult..”

“😦-😾 tell her to get a skincare routine!”

“He says, you have bad skin”

“Oh he’s one to talk, he’s got a face only a mother could love!”

“She thinks you’re ugly.”

“THIS BITCH- tell her deodorant is only 500 yen”

“He says you should invest your money better”

“Oh rich boy over here! Tell him to-“

These interactions could go on for hours if they could. But there are plus sides! Katsuki’s English has improved since meeting her. Mostly because he noticed his insults weren’t getting a big enough reaction, and realised you were watering them down.

Katsukis search history probably:

- English swear words

- Words that make white people mad

- Words that make white people mad that an Asian man is allowed to say

- What slurs am I allowed to say

He’s grumpy for a while when he finds out there’s basically no socially acceptable slurs he can say.

- How to make American girls angry

His scowl only got bigger when all he was met with was articles saying he was being racist to white people. He was met with one final option.

Reddit.

Walking into your boyfriend falling down the AITA rabbit hole was not something you expected to come home to.

Eventually, you caved and gave him some new vocabulary.

Friend - 0

Katsuki - 1

— — — — — — —

I’m unfortunately obsessed with the idea that Katsuki hates Americans.

I don’t know why I used America in this, I’ve never been there LMFAO

Extra bit here 😛

[woahjo]

APHRODISIAC! (Bakugou x Reader)

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Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Summary: Katsuki gets hit with an aphrodisiac quirk. You decide to check in on him. What could go wrong?

Chapter Content Warnings:  fem!reader, dubcon, smut, porn with little to no plot, aphrodisiac quirks, quirkless reader, prohero!katsuki, rough sex, borderline free use, biting, creampie, multiple orgasms (fem!receiving), masturbation, edging (kinda), manhandling, katsuki is dominant but also not idk he's desperate, possessiveness, overstimulation, size kink, scent kink, some light aftercare! woo hoo!, friends to lovers sort of

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: yeah ik this isn't what i typically write but idk where this came from. i had a thought and it spiraled bad and now i have this. there is no deeper message. there is no meaning. i wrote this to make him FUCK and be kinda weird and desperate and pathetic about it. i needed to see him physically overpower us while also so desperate that it makes him look stupid. i feel violent. this bad boy is not going on ao3 lol. anyway, enjoy, heed the warnings.

Katsuki paces around the one bedroom apartment he rents in downtown Musutafu. His skin is tingling. Every nerve he has burns like it's been set on fire, needing some sort of touch to soothe it. His cock aches between his legs, hard and leaking against the side of his thigh. Katsuki grits his teeth, running his hands over his hair and then letting his palms slide down the sides of his exposed biceps. 

Sweat collects on his skin, the kind that comes from desperation or maybe a fever, and he feels it on his palms when he lets them drop to his sides and clenches his fists. Fuck, he can't believe he got hit with a non-fatal quirk and had to be sent home. It's humiliating. What's worse is that it hasn't worn off yet, rendering him completely useless. 

He sits on his couch, his legs spread wide, and leans back against the couch cushions, wincing as he reaches to unbutton his pants. He's never been this sensitive in his life and it almost hurts to grab his cock and pull it from his pants. Katsuki watches it twitch for a moment, rigid between his legs and leaking pre-cum from its angry tip. He doesn't even have to think about anything in particular, he's just turned on. Unbearably so. 

Katsuki wraps his hand around the base of his cock and jerks upward once, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth at his own sensitivity. Then, the desperation sets in fully and he squeezes the head of his cock with a wince and a low groan before beginning to slide his hand up and down. He pauses to spit into his palm, desperate for some sort of relief from the tension weaving its way through his body, his hand moving faster and fast over this dick. Katsuki only pauses when he touches his overly sensitive head, swallowing down an audible moan as he moves his hips to desperately fuck his fist. 

He tries not to think of the humiliation in this, instead focusing on chasing a high that seems to get farther and farther. He stays like this for a while, desperately fucking his fist with low groans and whines. His face is completely flushed, sweat beading on his brow and forehead, covering every inch of his skin with a pathetic, glowing sheen. God, he's almost fucking angry. The frustration, the sheer desperation for release, is making it difficult to control his temper and he knots his free hand into the soft pillow beside him, raising it to his face and using it to cover his head so he can be a little louder. 

He's desperately humping his fist when his doorbell rings. At first, it's only once and Katsuki thinks he can ignore it, but then it comes again, five more times and consistently more aggressive. 

"Katsuki?" your voice calls through the wood paneling of his door. "I heard you got hit with a quirk and sent home. Let me in." 

He furrows his eyebrows at the irony of the last person in the world he wants to encounter at a time like this. Pretty, quirkless, you. His long time friend and recent dispatcher at his agency. Someone he secretly wants to fuck even without the aphrodisiac quirk floating through his bloodstream. You really get under his skin. You’re exactly his type, right down to that annoying little attitude of yours that drives Katsuki insane. Of course, he's always respected your friendship a little too much to do anything about it, but tonight, he doesn't think he'll be able to and he sits in silence with his lip caught between his teeth while he fucks his fists and hopes you'll go away. 

"I know you're in there," you call again. "I can see the light on." 

You bang three times on the door and then ring the doorbell again, pushy and insistent the way you always are. A match for his stubborn attitude. 

Katsuki swears and stands up, his hands shaking as he tucks his sensitive cock back into his sweatpants and flips the head up into his waistband with a hiss. 

The crazy thing is, he can literally smell you through the door. The scent of you, that sweet and rounded perfume you wear, wafts under the crack of his apartment door. He pauses outside of it, resisting the temptation to open it, to welcome that smell into his apartment and use you to relieve the aching in his cock and lower belly. 

"Katsuki?" You ask, a little quieter now. 

Jesus fucking christ, don't call his name like that. 

He swings the door open, letting his hand rest on the side of it so that it is positioned above his head. You look taken aback at his appearance, covered in sweat and flushed from the neck up, his chest exposed and heaving. 

"What?" he says, looking you up and down. 

Katsuki bites back the urge to yank you in. Why is it he can literally smell the sweat on your body and every prick of your emotions? It's like he can tell exactly what you're thinking, or maybe it's what he wants you to be thinking. 

"Don't get on my ass about me still technically needing to be at work," you start, stepping forward. "I heard something happened and I just came to check and you look like shi-" 

Katsuki blocks you from coming in with his body. You stumble backwards lightly and raise your eyebrow at him. There's a pause as you register that you've just run into a solid wall of muscle, sweat covered and glistening, while Katsuki eyes you like you're meat on a platter. He knows he's doing it, but he can literally smell every turn of your scent, soft and sweet. And he may be fooling himself... but are you... turned on? 

"Let me in?" you say with a small laugh, side stepping to go around him. He blocks you again, his fingers gripping the door frame so hard that his knuckles are white. 

"Go home," he says quietly, his voice tense. 

"What? No," you furrow your eyebrows at him. "What's the matter with you?" 

You duck under his arm and place your hand momentarily on his chest. Your touch makes him tingle all over and he sucks in a sharp breath. 

"I'm not fucking around," he says. 

"Okay, me neither," you respond with a bit of an attitude. "I expected you to be worse for wear but you look like crap. Like you're... I don't know." 

You trail off a little. 

"Let me help," you say, shaking off whatever thought had come over you. "I'll make you some food." 

"Look, no offense, but I don't think you want to help me with this," he says, a frustrated bite in his voice. Food isn't exactly what he's hungry for. 

"That's too bad," you say slowly, seemingly put off by the desperate air about him and settling into his kitchen. You move to open the fridge.

Katsuki walks up to you quickly, taking your wrist from the door and holding it between the two of you. Cool air hits his exposed chest and arm as the door falls shut again. 

"I'm dead serious. Get the fuck out of here or I'm gonna do something I regret," he hisses through a clenched jaw. Your skin is warm on the pads of his fingers, wrist held flush against his palm. He bites back a genuine shudder. 

Your eyes are wide as you look back at him, glancing between where he's caught your wrist by your head and his eyes. Katsuki's gaze roams over your face, pausing as he hits the top of your blouse where a few buttons remain open. When he returns his eyes to yours, your mouth moves to open before a heady understanding settles over your features. You're so pretty. Everything about you is pretty, so delightful and delicate. Your eyes look glassy and wide. Katsuki has always found them tempting, but today he can't stop himself. 

He leans forward and kisses you, holding your wrist to his chest as his mouth comes messily into contact with yours. You squeak and freeze and it takes all he has to pull away from you. 

"Go home," he says again, his lips tingling. Katsuki feels the color creep onto his cheeks, his hand still holding your wrist. 

You don't say anything, looking at him with those pretty eyes. He swallows thick and feels the saliva drag against his throat. Then, his mouth dries completely, his expression twisting into discomfort as his cock throbs between his legs as the scent of you takes on a sharper turn. He's never felt anything like this before, something animal. 

Katsuki tightens his jaw, staring at you for a moment. Then, he takes a step towards you. You take one back, though he doesn't feel like you're afraid. Rather, you tilt your head down to look at him through your lashes. He lets out a breath through his teeth and walks you back until your ass hits the counter, his free hand coming to gingerly touch your waist. You inhale when he leans in to kiss you again, screwing your eyes shut and reaching to grab at his shoulder to pull him closer. 

Every touch tingles. It burns and he drops your wrist to manhandle your hips. You suck on his bottom lip, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to you. He ruts his hips against yours, desperate for any sort of friction to relieve the ache, and you gasp a little and let your mouth fall open. Katsuki takes the opportunity to bite down hard on your lip with a low groan, slipping his tongue into your mouth as the pads of his fingers press harshly into you. You whine, eyebrows pulling up. 

Katsuki’s eyes are slightly open, just so that he can look at you. Every aspect of his senses feel heightened and the relief of your mouth far surpasses that of his hand over his throbbing cock only minutes earlier. 

He pants, taking your hips and lifting you onto the counter so that you’re seated, pulling away for just a moment to lift the hem of your shirt and expose your breasts. Katsuki puts his face on the pillowy tops of them, biting and sucking at the exposed skin as his hand teases its way up the skin of your back to unclasp it. He thinks you’re probably looking at him, but if you are, he doesn’t have the mind to care about what sort of behavior he’s exhibiting. He can practically smell how wet you are from just a little touching and if he weren’t so fucking desperate for a little relief, he’d tease you for a few hours just to watch your pussy drool over him. 

The cool air of his apartment hits your exposed nipples. Katsuki takes it upon himself, without even a second thought, to roll the hard bud under his tongue. He feels the way goosebumps rise on your skin, his hands coming to rest over the tops of your thighs. Katsuki bites lightly on your breast and you fucking whine at it, tipping your head back and rooting your hand into the tufts of his blonde hair. 

His cock jumps in his pants and he’s no doubt leaked enough to leave an evident wet spot against the gray of his sweatpants. He stands to his full height, pushing your skirt up and pressing the outline of his cock to your crotch. Heat bleeds through your panties, the kind that makes him feel like he’s going absolutely fucking insane. You gasp, putting your hands on his shoulders and pulling him close again. 

Katsuki’s mouth hits yours messily, breathing hard as he ruts his hips up against your crotch, pulling you forward on the counter so he can feel as much of the pillowy folds of your pussy through the thick fabric as possible. You let him take your bottom lip between his teeth, sharp canines digging into the wet flesh of your mouth. He whines— high-pitched, desperate sound—as you position your hips to press your crotch against the head of his cock. His head falls onto your chest, forehead resting against the hollow of your throat. Katsuki humps at you, pulling you against him to match the rhythm of his hips, grinding your clothed cunt over the bulge of his cock. It’s a desperate motion, completely subconscious as he lets the quirk he’s been hit with take the lead.

His fingers dip into the crease of your thigh, fumbling as they reach for the waistband of the panties you’re wearing. Katsuki’s desperation is so palpable that he finds himself panting as he slips his fingers into the sides of your underwear, yanking them down. You gasp at the force of it and he swears he hears a small tear as he pulls them from your cunt, the crotch sticking to the lips of your pussy. 

He leans his hips forward again, sliding his cock between your folds with a deep grunt. His mouth finds your neck and he bites along the side of it, lathing his tongue over your pulse point. It’s like he can taste you. Salt and that stupid perfume, collecting on his tongue as you dig your fingers into his back, his dick rutting restlessly against your clit. At one point, he almost slips in, his eagerness and your wetness making him careless. Katsuki sucks in a breath through his teeth, his whole body on fire. 

The kitchen light shines down on his back and he can see the outline of part of his shadow on your thighs as he stares down at them, guiding the tip of himself to your entrance. He hears you wine when he presses against it and moves his hand down subconsciously to rub at your clit. An attempt to ease the stretch. 

You tip your head back in a moan and Katsuki takes the opportunity to kiss your neck before settling his teeth against your shoulder and biting down harshly on the muscle connecting your neck and arm. You yelp at the sensation and Katsuki shutters at the sound, willing out a choked I’m sorry as he slides into your wetness. His hands push into the delightfully soft flesh of your upper thighs, the fat spilling up around each individual digit as he uses your legs for leverage, sliding you forward even further to better seat you on him. 

Your legs are shaking and he can feel the way your nails dig into his exposed shoulder blades. Your bunch up skirt causes the fat of your tummy to fold over in a way that practically makes Katsuki drool. He urges himself to pause, attempting to come back to his senses as the quirk kicks into high gear. There’s relief in being inside of you, in feeling the flutter of your walls around his thick cock, but it also makes him desperate. Katsuki feels like he’s chasing something that he was desperately and it’s just out of his reach. 

You’re breathing heavily above him, he can see the rise and fall of your chest from where his head hangs down, his hands trembling on the tops of your thighs. He looks up at you through his lashes, his vision foggy around the edges as if he were peering through a tube. You’re at the end of it, your eyes glassy and mouth open, returning the look. Your eyebrows are knitted up in pleasure, but you almost seem confused. 

“What are you waiting for?” You breathe out, the first thing you’ve said since he started touching you. 

The tone of your voice is needy, with a delightful whiny lilt that makes him groan out loud. He can barely manage the words that come out next, his brain half mush, and he feels the way his cock jumps inside of you. 

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he says through gritted teeth, his breath coming heavy. 

There’s a pause and he feels the distinct sensation of you squeezing down around his cock, like the idea turns you on. 

“Use me,” you respond cautiously, your voice still containing that needy lilt. 

Katsuki’s hips fuck up into you voluntarily and he feels the way his breath catches in his throat at the near desperate sound of your voice.

“Say that again.” 

“Use me, Katsuki,” you respond, choking on your words as he fucks his hips up into you. 

You reach for his face, taking it in your hands and drawing it close until it’s just in front of yours. Then, your palms slide down his shoulders and he screws his eyes shut and fucks into you again, harder this time, causing your body to jolt upwards on the counter. 

He curses under his breath, pushing one leg further to the side and fucking his hips up into you roughly. You’re looking right at him, your expression drawn and pleasure-soaked, sweat collecting on your forehead as your mouth drops open into an o-shape. You punctuate his thrusts with high pitched yelps, squeaking out your pleasure and the deepness of where he’s hitting through choked moans. 

Katsuki’s hands move up your stomach to roughly cup your breasts, his mouth so close to yours that he’s practically breathing in the sounds you make in exchange for his own hurried groans. He kneads at the fat of your chest, rolling your breast under his fingers before taking your nipples and pulling lightly on them. 

He’s aware of just how rough he’s being, just how hard his hips are slapping yours, but he feels like he can’t stop. Katsuki chases a high so fucking desperate that his body is on autopilot, reaching and touching and moaning unabashedly as the room fills with the wet sound of his balls on the backs of your thick thighs. 

You push your chest forward towards him, legs spread wide to make room for the width of his hips between yours as he bullies that perfect sensitive spot inside of you. Katsuki feels the way he makes you flutter. Every shift of your body, every involuntary squeeze of your cunt as he drags his cock along your walls, registers as if he were a part of you. His skin tingles everywhere you touch and the drag of your nails over his shoulder blades makes him want to crawl into the deepest part of you. Even the sound of your voice, drawn and desperate and mildly overwhelmed, feels like a drug to him. Every sense he has seems to be acutely attuned to just how badly he needs to fuck your lights out. 

His hands slink down to your hips, resituating you and pulling you flush against him. Then, he drags his cock all the way out of you and quickly ruts back in, moaning as he does. His pace picks up, manhandling you forward on the counter until he is supporting most of your weight. You gasp, your hands gripping his shoulders as you let him use you like a toy. 

Katsuki chases his high, his stomach seeming to wind tighter and tighter but never finding that perfect snap and release. His movements grow faster, using all of his strength to fuck his hips up into you, barreling his cock against your gummy walls and bullying your sweet spot. He feels the way you tighten down around him, your body tensing and fingers digging crescent moons into the tops of his shoulders. 

“Ka-” you choke out desperately, your voice breaking. “Wait, Katsuki, wait! I’m gonna-” 

You shudder, your thighs squeezing around him as he continues to fuck you. 

“Do it,” he seethes, “just fuckin’ do it.” 

The end of his sentence comes out as more of a whimper as you cry out and squeeze down around him, squirming in his grasp as you begin to twitch with every additional thrust. Your body shakes, legs locking around him and struggling to hold him inside as he fucks you clear through your orgasm and then to the other side. 

Katsuki’s voice breaks, almost whimpering like an animal as he buries himself in your pussy over and over again. He wants to smother you, he wants to completely cover your body and get as close as he possibly can. He’s already so much bigger than you, so much broader, how hard could it be to swallow you completely? 

Katsuki’s hands come up under your ass as he wordlessly lifts you from the counter and moves to the couch on desperate, shaky steps. He lays you down, slipping out of you for a moment, before pressing a hand to the inside of your thigh, spreading your legs, and sinking his cock back into you as he crowds his body over yours. 

“You know what?” He says, not really sure what’s going to come next. His head is so clouded with the quirk that he can’t think straight. “I’ve wanted to do this forever. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so- long-” 

He screws his eyes shut, almost angry with the way he can’t seem to hit that high, teetering on a desperate and near painful edge. 

“Those fuckin’ pencil skirts,” he says, unable to control his words or sharp tone. “The way you wear your hair, that damn look in your eye that constantly makes you seem like you’re beggin’ for it.” 

Katsuki whines, a sharp sound from the back of his throat, as you tighten up around him. He meets your gaze, clouded and watery eyes accented by the delightful furrow in the center of your brow. 

“And then you show up here,” he groans, not even sure of what he’s really saying. “Blouse unbuttoned, looking for trouble. I’m gonna fuck your lights out. ‘Till you can’t even think about fuckin’ anyone else.” 

He leans in close, his mouth right up against yours. 

“This is g’nna make you mine, right?” 

You nod, your movements clumsy, and pull him close to you. 

Katsuki loses all of his sense, burying himself in the feel of your pussy and the way he sinks into you, giving into the desperation of the quirk. He can feel just how deep he’s hitting, the way you suck in sharp, whiny breaths with every inward thrust. Katsuki’s hands grip your waist, pulling your ass up off the couch so that his angle is better. 

His cock seems to drag endlessly against your overstimulated, pillowy, insides and you practically drool around. He feels like a dog slobbering over meat, any semblance of politeness completely gone from both his expression and his movements. This is going to fucking ruin your friendship, but he doesn’t even have half of a mind to think about it, so drawn into the delightful feel of your body and the aching in his cock that only seems to subside slightly with every thrust. 

You try to choke out the word “again” and he feels like he knows what’s coming. Your whole body tenses, legs locking around him as you cream over his cock for the second time. 

This seems to get Katsuki somewhere, the sensation of your pussy clamping down finally giving him some leeway to relief. He hits the edge of an orgasm, leading himself to the finish line. 

The tension in his belly grows, cock twitching inside of your fucked out cunt. His fingers dig into your hips and he collapses forward, rolling his body so that the head of his cock catches perfectly inside of you, massaging and churning you up. You’re moaning, though maybe it’s more adjacent to whining, and Katsuki can hear himself mimicking the sounds, his body leading the way. 

Then finally, on a pathetic and broken whimper, Katsuki cums. His whole body tenses, weight pressing down on you as he buries his face into your neck and lets his voice out beside the hollow of your throat. The relief and pleasure is so intense that Katsuki feels the way every muscle in his body tenses and lets go, filling you up with as much of him as he has to give. 

His hips continue to pathetically rut into you, little choked moans escaping his lips as he uses his own cum as lube for his weak little thrusts. Then, he completely relaxes. 

Katsuki feels the way his skin stops burning, the way the desperation at the back of his throat subsides, how his body rids itself of the quirk as quickly as the arousal came on. He shudders, coming back to himself and raising his head to peer at your expression. 

You look exhausted, hair a mess and face covered in a thick sheen of sweat. You still flutter around his cock, your hands gripping his shoulders as you try and ride through the overstimulation of just having him inside of you. Katsuki furrows his brows, exhaustion creeping into his muscles. He raises his hand and uses it to push stray strands of hair from your face with his palm on your forehead. Then, with a clear mind, he leans forward and kisses you. 

You blink at him for a second, before giving a weak smile, raising your eyebrows and letting your head fall to the side. Katsuki winces when he pulls out of you, sucking in a sharp breath and standing to his full height. He places a hand on his forehead like he’s assessing the situation, staring at your body, still fully clothed with your skirt pushed all the way up your stomach and your blouse missing a button at the top. 

He wordlessly walks to the bathroom and wets a washcloth with warm water, walking back over to you and wiping down the exposed parts of your body. You don’t really say anything to him, but you smile quietly while he gingerly wipes you down, your smeared makeup accenting just how much of a mess he’s made. 

“Fuck,” he says. “I’m sorry, this isn’t how-” 

“How you wanted this to go?” You say softly, the corners of your lips turning up. 

Katsuki feels the way he flushes, all the way to the tops of his chest. 

“No, it’s not,” he admits, running a hand over his face as he crouches beside you. 

You laugh a little and he furrows his brows at you, frustrated and embarrassed. 

“You’ve got a bit of a possessive streak, huh?” You tease lightly.

“I got hit with some asshole’s fuckin’ quirk and-” he begins explaining himself, something he probably should have done when you showed up at the door. 

“It was good though,” you say, tilting your head at him from where you lay.

Katsuki blinks at you, his expression completely flat. You should really know just how fucking crazy you drive him. Then, he scowls a little, not because he’s upset, but because he’s currently feeling the opposite and that makes him awkward. 

“You’re into that shit?” He says, a bit incredulously. 

You shrug and give him a coy smile. 

[soppingwetlegs]

MHA HeadCannons x fem reader (AgedUp!MHA guys (early 20’s))

Jealousy jealousy jealousy

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*********Katsuki Bakugo*********

soooo handsy, the moment he sees literally anyone looking at you he’s grabbing your waist, your ass, your hands, anywhere he can touch.

he will definitely full blown make out with you while making direct eye contact with the person looking at you.

“do you wanna die?!”

“the fuck are you lookin’ at, extra?!”

death glares every person you walk passed to make sure their eyes stay where they should be.

“I will obliterate you with you no hesitation.”

“You know you’re mine, right?” Of course you do, you smile and kiss his cheek.

“I’m gonna make you wear a bag over your head next time we go out.” he’s joking obviously…kinda..

absolutely NO hesitation to blow up on some rando in your Instagram comments. “WHO ARE YOU?! WHY ARE YOU COMMENTING ON MY WOMANS STUFF?! I WILL FIND YOU I PROMISE!!!”

loves to post himself on your social media stories, whether it be pics of him kissing you, holding your hand, his hand on your ass, you sleeping on his chest, etc. he’ll always caption it “just reminding her followers to stay in their fucking place. 💣”

definitely gives toxic vibes but he means well, wouldn’t be bakugo without a smidge of toxicity.

“I love you, woman…but dammit I wish you were ugly sometimes..”

**********Izuku Midoriya*********

honestly it takes a lot to make Deku jealous, he’s very comfortable with people looking at you because he sees it as admiration and takes it as a compliment.

sometimes people push his limits though.

“oh wow, that man has been staring at you for a while.” He’ll say as he moves to block you from the strangers eyes.

“excuse me, sir. you’re staring at my girlfriend, i know she’s beautiful, but I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t do that anymore, please.”

handsy but not too crazy about it, he’ll rest his hand on the small of your back or take your hand in his when he sees too many wandering eyes.

will always stand in front of you if you have to adjust any part of your outfit.

doesn’t hesitate to grab something for you to prevent you from bending over. “oops, no need to give anyone a show, they don’t deserve. I’ve got it, beautiful.”

ensures that the waiter at any restaurant you two eat at talks to him the most, he has no problem ordering for you.

“I feel like he hasn’t said a word to me since we got here. I’m still gonna tip him 20% of course, but I am not happy about it.”

always encourages you to wear his clothes when you go out by yourself. “I’m not jealous! I just think you’d be more comfortable in my shirt is all!”

prefers to stay in on date nights.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. I’m starting to think it’s a curse.”

**********Eijiro Kirishima*********

genuinely finds humor in his own jealousy.

“what the hell is that guy looking at?”

loves PDA and will sometimes take it a bit too far and piss you off. only for a sec though. “sorry, babe…too much?”

he will absolutely walk over to the person checking you out and talk with them about how hot you are, encouraging them to flirt with you before walking over to you with them and laughing in their face when you tell them he’s your boyfriend.

“HAHAHA dude you totally fell for it! now keep your eyes to yourself, perv.”

love love loves when you wear revealing clothes for a date night just so he can be mean to strangers.

smirks at people checking you out before pulling you into a kiss.

“hey man, MY eyes are up here. got something to say?”

Denki is truly his biggest opp. “Dude I promise I will break every bone in your body if you keep looking at my girl like that.”

will carry you over his shoulder when there’s too many people looking at you. “alright, shows over everyone! let’s get the hell out of here”

“man how did i bag such a babe like you? it’s kinda infuriating.”

*********Denki Kaminari*********

literally doesn’t get jealous. just agrees with everyone that compliments or flirts with you.

“I know dude, she IS so hot.”

will purposely point at your cleavage and give a thumbs up to anyone looking.

everyone tries to mess with him but it just doesn’t work out.

“she’s way too hot for you, sparky.” he laughs “man, tell me about it!”

posts you all over his social media, treats you like an actual prize.

“how did i get so lucky?!😍🔥” “guys look how hot my girl is!!!” “she is unreal”

makes sure everyone looks at you at least once when you wear a dress or anything slightly revealing. “have you guys seen her?! I mean look at that!!”

he’s literally the biggest green flag ever.

loves to shower you with compliments and affection at any given time.

“I’m so lucky you’re mine…”

not jealous of literally anybody…except Shinso. “dude don’t smirk at my girl…”

***these were so fun to do omg. sorry if they don’t seem super accurate but they make so much sense in my mind lmfao***

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