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always thinking of that “i couldn’t stop wasting time” quote
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GET READY WITH ME ✶ FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI
── ✶ before you read: 1.4k words ; female reader ; established relationship ; very unserious influencer reader ; pro hero katsuki ; fluff and banter ; masterlist.
based on this post and amira’s hilarious comment
“Get ready with me to dump my pro hero boyfriend!”
You grin into your phone camera as you prop it up against a bottle of moisturizer on the bathroom counter. Beside you, Katsuki is brushing his teeth. The brushing immediately stops. You watch as his eyes narrow at you through the mirror, stifling a giggle.
“The fuck did you just say?”
You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. “Hi, guys!” you continue cheerfully, waving at the camera. “Today I’m getting ready to break up with my pro hero boyfriend. Some of you might know him as Dynamight—”
“Is this some bullshit new trend online?” He crosses his arms, toothbrush hanging in his mouth as he looks at you unamused.
“—who I’m leaving because, unfortunately, he’s become a huge burden in my life, and I need to cut him loose.”
The toothbrush leaves his mouth, falling into the sink as he gapes, “What?”
You reach for a makeup sponge. “Normally, I would start with skincare, but he buys me the expensive stuff, and since I’m dumping him and won’t have his wallet anymore, I have to make it last. Can’t be wasting it on him, you know?”
going to the pharmacy with bakugou and the aim is just to grab two boxes of xl condoms but the five minute trip turns into twenty when he slaps the boxes on the counter but then you put down a new blush you wanna try, two lip balms, your multivitamins and a bag of chocolate for the car.
pointing to one of the lip balms, “ones for you so we can match.”
and he just laughs a huff out his nose.
when all the items get scanned through he nudges you and you pull out your phone to show your membership card so you can collect points. “i’m saving up my points for a new hairdryer.”
“how many do you need?” he hums, pulling out his wallet and licks his thumb to count his cash.
“about ten thousand.”
“how many do you have?”
“three hundred.”
he glances over at you, a raised eyebrow and cocked jaw. you can read him clearly, he thinks you’re being a little… optimistic. he hands three clean bank notes over to the cashier.
“thanks man.” he says to the cashier who looks at him with starry eyes. a dynamight fan you can only assume.
then to you, “i’ll just buy it for you. that’ll take you ages.”
he lets you take the bag of chocolate so you can nibble on some on the way and he grabs the two boxes of condoms, your blush, your multivitamins and the two lip balms in one hand.
“i just keep using them but i’m going to try. imagine a free hairdryer.”
takes your hand with his other hand and pulls you under his arm.
“it’s also free if i buy it for you. use your points for the condoms next time.”
What about toddler chubby who wipes daddy’s kisses off?
Jack takes it personally every single time. Tragic. But, you know, his suffering is the funniest thing to witness. Chubby goes through a phase when she's nearing two and a half where she decides affection acceptable only on her terms.
Don't get the kid wrong, she still wants love constantly. She wants to be held and wants her bedtime stories. She wants to end her bedtime stories asleep with Mommy. She wants Dada to carry her even though she full knows how to walk at this point. He will. He always will.
Kisses are a whole other thing, though. Jack is a victim of his daughter's politics.
He's nonethewiser when he comes home and she comes toddling to him in footie pajamas. It's a trap.
"Dada n' Leggy here! Yay!"
Jack picks Chubby up with one arm and a grunt. He buries his face in her little belly until she screams.
And then, like always, presses a kiss to her cheek.
"Mwah. What'd you dream about, pretty?"
Chubby, who was just squirming with glee that Dada came home, stills in Jack's arms. He watches as she lifts a tiny hand...
...To wipe his kiss off. She does it calmly, surprisingly.
Jack stares at her, unblinking. Chubby stares back.
"What the hell was that, Chubs?"
She brushes his cheek.
"No kissies from Dada. Kayyyy?"
we listen and we don’t judge trend with bf!katsuki
You carefully prop your phone against one of the pillows, adjusting it just enough so both you and Katsuki fit in the frame. After a quick glance to make sure it’s recording, you turn your head towards him, giving him a small look— your silent cue.
Katsuki notices immediately.
“It’s stupid,” he mutters, already rolling his eyes, his arms crossed like he’s been personally offended by the entire idea, even if he already agreed to it.
“Kats, we talked about this,” you groan, dragging out his name as you lean back slightly. “We have to say it together,” you insist, nudging his arm.
“The things I do for love,” he grumbles under his breath, but there’s no bite to it.
Part 1
Thirst tweets duo.
Mr. and Mrs. Dynamight read thrist tweets.
"You know, this will only air after pr approval, right?" Bakugou tries to be the rational one, level headed, the one that thinks before they speak, because for the first time, he's with someone with a bigger record of well, unfiltered-ness.
"It'll be as appropriate as a thirst tweet video can be." You don't bother looking at him, cheekily winking at the camera instead, cherry red nails tapping against the table.
Bakugou sighed, despite it a grin spread on his lips, "This is Bakugou Katsuki, here for an updated review of the stuff you post online."
"And this is his wifey , here to add personal input." You grinned at him, eyes lingering on his bare chest peeking through his collar.
"She's already distracted." Bakugou laughed out loud, certainly more open and at ease than his solo interview.
Instead of shying away, you turned back to the camera, "Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't do the same." You crudely gestured at his chest, making a motion of groping, "Big breasted men have always been a weakness of mine."
"Man." Bakugou raised his index finger, "Singular, it's me."
You shake your head, chuckling lightly as you reach for the box containing slips of comments, pulling the first one out.
Comment no. 23
By @/lookingather.
"Dynamight's wife once mentioned their affinity for public sex, do you think it's possible for me to ever find their used condom somewhere?"
Bakugou stared at the camera in utter disbelief, "With the way that comment started, I didn't think it'd take such turns."
He turns to look at you, eyes squinting in suspension as you twirled the paper between your fingers.
The camera shifted to your face, soft smile gracing your lips, "It's not possible." You shrugged your shoulders, answering the rhetorical question the comment asked, smiling innocently before continuing, "We don't use cond—"
"Next one!"
Comment no. 12
By @/ballsfullofnitroglycerin.
"Mr. and Mrs. Dynamight looked so good tonight at the hero's award ceremony, all I could think about was them exploring each other's bodies after the show."
Bakugou read the second one out loud, completely cutting you off, ignoring as you cackled loudly beside him. "—exploring each other's body—"
"—we certainly did." You chimed, leaning over to wrap your arms around his shoulders, "before and after the show, I have photo—"
"You are supposed to react to the comments," He puffed his cheeks, feeling slightly shy at your confidence, "You'll worsen the impact on these people."
"The only impact I'll worsen is the one on your chee—"
The entire clip is beeped out, before new take is started, crowd laughing loudly in the background, someone wheezing out their left lung.
"Cut that entire section." Bakugou gestured to the director, shaking his head as you looked at him in disbelief, "We'll be banned Babe, that's too inappropriate."
"You didn't even deny getting your che—"
The clip is cut again.
Comment no. 32
By @/leftatfamilymart.
"Do you think Dynamight's wife will take me as her pet, if I bark enough?"
#pickmechosemeloveme
"He doesn't let me take in strays." You pouted, fiddling with the strip of paper in your hand, peeking at him innocently, "Even though he got a stray kitty last year."
Someone from the production team quipped, "Why don't you, Dynamight?"
He looked between you and the staff, "We are talking about taking in a grown adult, right?" He tucked the paper from your hands, unrolling it, "Leftatfamilymart, first of all I am sorry about your abandonment and second of all do lurk around family mart in Musutafu, she will take you in."
Camera pans to you, grinning mischievously.
Comment no. 124
By @/lookingforlove.
"Gonna be honest with y'all, Mrs. Dynamight has got pretty suckable toes, this isn't even coming from a place of degeneracy, I just feel like they need to be sucked, at least thrice a week.
I hope Mr. Dynamight sucks them."
"Not coming from a place of degeneracy?" Bakugou raised his eyebrow in judgement, clearly unimpressed, "Seems pretty dege—"
"You're jealous, someone out there is going to suck my toes."
"Someone out there is going to suck my toes." He repeated your words, hands raised, middle and forefingers curling to form air quotes, "Do you not realise how scary that sounds."
"Pro-hero Dynamight, finding real threats in the wild." You mocked, hand placed on your forehead as you pretended to scan the crowd, laughing along the production team.
"Lookingforlove you better sleep with one eye open, I am watching you." Bakugou joked, reaching for the box of comments.
You looked at him sceptically, eyes narrowed as you pretended to scan him up and down, faint giggles filled the background.
"What?"
"You wanted Lookingforlove to suck on your toes, didn't you."
"What?!" He huffed in disbelief, "I already had someone wanting to suck on my toes, last time I was here."
"I don't even want you to elaborate." You shook your head, triggering as wave of laughter in the background.
Comment no. 27
By @/Discoballs.
"Just saw Mrs. Dynamight's latest lingerie collection, can Mr. Dynamight even handle all that?" #gotnothingtolose
"I can handle it plenty." Bakugou joked, leaning over to pull the leg of your chair, effortlessly dragging it closer, hand splayed on your knee as he continued, "Plus you can't give her everything I can."
You burst into a fit of giggles, cheeks rosy at his confession, swarm of butterflies fluttering in your belly as you hid behind the box of comments.
Regaining composure you started, "It's true, you might be good um, discoballs, but you'll never one up Katsuki." You admitted, sneaking glances at him through your lashes.
"He's so good to me, takes care of me so well, cooks for me, cleans up after us, everything you can ask for in a man and so much more." You confessed, smiling as Bakugou shyly ducked his head lower, thumb tracing shapes on your knee, you reached over and splayed your hand in his knee, reciprocating the action, before continuing.
"Don't think anyone can ever be as good as Katsuki," You sighed, fiddling with fabric of his pants, "He's so considerate and compassionate and empathetic and he listens to me and he remembers dates and he pounds my hol—"
"Think they got the point." Bakugou sighed, pretending to be stern with you only for a smile to grace his lips, corners of his mouth twitching up as he puffed his chest slightly, "She's prefect and I try my best to be as well."
The crowd awed, faint murmuring filling the studio at how in love Bakugou and you are.
"Should we end on this lovely note?" The production team questioned, camera panning towards Bakugou already hopping off his chair, whilst you cradled the empty box.
"You guys need to up you game." You sassed, taking Bakugou's hand as he helped you off the chair as well, "I thirst harder than y'all combin—"
"Behave!"
"Ooo—"
a/n: apologies for the excessive use of mrs. dynamight because I can't physically use y/n.
Dividers by: @/diviniyae 💖✨
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Pro hero Dynamight reads your dirty comments. 18+. MDNI.
The studio is bright.
Multitude of equipment illuminating the set, three separate cameras filming from different angles, sound proof ceilings and people scattered around, each one with a different task.
It's intimidating, not for Bakugou though, he's been here before, done this before, multiple times.
Interviews are something he had gotten accustomed to back in ua, long before his official debut as a pro, as much as he found it a waste of time, being in the spotlight was inevitable as a hero.
The only thing new about today's interview was it's concept, 'reading thirst tweets'.
"Ready?" The director asked, preparing the shot, "and action!"
"Evenin', Dynamight here." Bakugou introduced himself, not even bothering recalling the actual script, "Gonna go through the filth you all post on the internet."
There is hushed murmur in the background, along with the sound of someone clearing their throat, but he pays no mind to them.
Reaching over, he pulls out a stripe of paper from the box, unfolding and reading it.
Comment no. 42
By @/Bakugousleftnutsack. "Do the new kalvin clein, dynamight special edition boxers come with his balls sweat? Asking for a friend."
Bakugou looked directly at the camera, brows furrowed as he re-read the comment, the crowd breaking into laughter as he looked back up again.
"I don't even know where to begin." He sighed, scratching his temple, folding the paper into tiniest possible dimension, "My left nu—beep is curious about my ba—beep sweat."
He shook his head, cringing as the comment echoed in the back of his mind, "It only get's worse doesn't it?"
Sympathetic hum is heard in the background.
Comment no. 69
By @/Dynamightsarmpithair. "Just found out dynamight's sweat smells like sweet caramal, we need a candle scented after him, so I can pound my hole with his candle lit in the background."
He lifted head without completely reading the comment, "It's more like burnt sugar," clarifying the scent he continued, "I am sure you can get something similar in bath and body works, my wife gets those when I am away on long mission."
Awing echoed in the background, someone clapping lightly.
He looked back down, "so I can poun—" he deadpanned, lips pursed as he looked into the camera, folding the piece of paper and wordlessly moving on to the next comment.
Comment no. 34
By @/whyareyougae? "Not into feet, but I'll suckle on dynamight's toes, good night."
*Insert blurry, pixelated image of Bakugou's feet covered in dirt*
"The image is of my crusty feets after the camping in Osaka." He squinted eyes, bringing the piece of paper close to his face, chuckling in disbelief, "Don't even what to know how they got it, also the username." He sighed, shaking his head as chuckling echoed in the background.
"You know the youth is cooked," Bakugou continued, folding the paper and tossing it to the side, reaching for the next stripe, "when whyareyougae seems like the most decent username."
Comment no. 35
By @/Peenerexpert.
"According to my analysis, Dynamight has big dick."
#slaymyhole
He shrugged his shoulders, cheekily tossing the paper on the table, "Well, they do seem like an expert."
Hooting and hollering interrupted the video, backstage crew whistling and cheering loudly.
Comment no. 12
By @/saltedprecum.
"Does Dynamight know that we thirst over him, does he know every time he makes an appearance we collectively cum on the spot?"
"I hope it's not during news broadcast," He sighed, scratching the back of his head as he sceptically eyed the crew, "It'd be concerning if you got off to crime."
He leaned back, hands raised, "I don't judge."
Comment no. 100
By @/mrs.dynamight.
"While you are thirsting over @/dynamight.official. I am actually bouncing on his dick." #dontbothergettinginline
"Is that my fu—beep wife?!"
"We have her twitter actually."
To be continued...
Part 2
Dividers by: @/anitalenia 💖✨
By the way guys, don't worry; you see in the scene in the MW4 trailer where Price and Ghost are arguing?
Well, what you can't see is me on the sidelines waiting to get in between them and turning to Price.
With a soft sigh, I cup his cheek and say, 'Price, this isn't you.'
His hard gaze softens and he looks to Simon, 'She's right, Si... what are we doin'? Bring it in.'
And then I'm be sandwiched between their big manly boobies, and from the corner actually emerges Kyle, saying, 'I knew she could do it.'
Then, from the distance is the call from a familiar voice. 'Room for one more?'
All of us then turn our heads to see Johnny in the flesh, holding his arms out, grinning ear to ear.
'Get in here you two!' Simon exclaims and that then multiplies the four man boobies to eight.
And then you, YES YOU (the audience), claps.
Thank you for reading (this is my petition to be let on the activision writing team please let me in).
𓏲˚ ۪ ❤︎⊹. Older!Nanami trying to understand his younger!gf
“Explain it to me again, darling.” Your husband says in confusion, sleep laced in his voice and making it sound even deeper. “You are crying because your teddy fell on the floor?”
“No! I’m crying because our child fell to her death and neither of us were there to save her,” you defend quickly, brows furrowing as you pout, gaze fixed on Nanami as your arms remain firmly wrapped around the soft toy.
Even in the dark room, you could see the utter confusion on his face, blinking sleepily before looking at the time. “Okay, darling. Well, she’s safe now, yeah? You can cuddle her to sleep again and I’m sure she’ll forgive you.”
You don’t budge from your seated position, the occasional tear still slipping down your cheeks. You frown. You wanted to protest that you weren’t a child despite him treating you like one but truthfully, what he said comforted you more than what anything else would have done.
With a huff, you slip underneath the covers again and snuggle into Kento, burying your head deep into his warm chest.
“We will cuddle her to sleep. And she will forgive us.”
“Of course, my darling. I’ll make her breakfast tomorrow as well,” he mumbles, delirious from lack of sleep.
A few days later, your teddy somehow manages to interfere with Nanami’s love life again. First cuddling, now sex.
“Nghh- kenny you feel sooo good,” you babble and grip the pillow in front of you, eyes rolling into the back of your head in pleasure. In speedbump, Nanami leans over you and presses his chest against your back, groaning right next to your ear as his hips thrust at a consistent pace.
When you lift your head again and look to the right, you see your teddy staring at you. Cute, innocent eyes having to witness such a vulgar act.
You reach one hand back, clumsily tapping Nanami on the side as you try and form a coherent sentence. “Ken… can you- hmgh- kenny move her.”
Nanami follows your gaze to the teddy sat on the side of the bed. His movements slow down to a stop. “Move her?”
You nod. “Mhm. She can’t watch us.”
“Darling, it’s a teddy.”
You whip your head around to glare at him. “So? That’s our child. We can’t traumatise her by having sex in front of her. Just turn her around.”
Nanami quietly sighs before leaning over and turning the teddy one-eighty degrees. “Is that better?”
You nod with a content smile.
— Feeding Sukuna’s stomach mouth
You stared curiously at the peculiar muscle on your husband’s toned stomach, currently closed as he naps beneath you on his chaise lounge. One finger reaches forward, lightly tapping against the outline of the mouth before pulling back.
To your surprise, it opens, lips curling into a cocky grin before it starts… speaking?! Its voice is deep and matches Sukuna’s perfectly, large tongue flicking out.
“Curious, hm?” It drawls slowly, flashing the sharp canines that had been hidden just seconds ago. You lean over to the nearby table, pulling a strawberry from the box and holding it tentatively near the mouth.
“Do you eat food?” You asked, sounding a little stupid talking to your husband’s stomach.
It laughs lightly, lips spreading in amusement. “I do, woman. What do you have in mind? A finger? An arm?”
You grimace. “Ew. No, I have a strawberry.” You press the tip of the strawberry against the tongue, watching it pull the fruit from your grip and chew loudly, red juice staining the sharp teeth.
You watch mesmerised at the unusual body part, noting how expressive it was and how it still managed to work even when Sukuna himself was asleep.
“Do you want another?”
“Hm.” The mouth hums for a second before the tongue flicks out and presses down flat against your two fingers resting against his lower abdomen.
Hesitantly, you lift them, saliva coating your fingers as Sukuna’s mouth stomach sucks on them greedily as if trying taste their flavour. You’re sat in awe, entranced as lewd sucking sounds fills the room.
“Ngh-“ Ryomen grunts suddenly, arm lifting from over his eyes as they flicker open. Immediately, his mouth pulls away from your fingers, closing innocently and leaving you both dumbfounded and aroused.
“What are you doing, wife?”
“Nothing, Kuna,” you lie.
⋆˚✿˖° Nanami fears going shopping with you
It’s not that you spent too much, or that you were too controlling of the list, or that you didn’t help.
For some reason, you were so touchy. Not that Nanami would ever complain about such affection, no. He loved it, truly. However, it felt as if you had been possessed by a succubus whenever you both stepped foot into the food shop.
Your hands would trail everywhere, along his waist, fingers delicately wrapping around his bicep and squeezing every few seconds. In empty isles, his ass would be slapped until he was sure you’d left a mark, him silently ticking off items as you tried to act nonchalant playing with his belt loops.
What was a girlfriend meant to do, though, watching the handsomest man ever walk around with reading glasses perched low on his nose? Biceps flexing as he pushed the cart in front of him, brows furrowed in concentration as he checked over the list again and again. Were you really expected to keep your hands off?
Unfortunately for Kento, you couldn’t. Hell, he almost got a boner halfway through the shop when you decided to palm his bulge firmly in an empty isle. Nanami’s head tipped down with a groan, one hand gently taking ahold of your wrist and trying to pull it away.
“D-Darling, I appreciate the affection but maybe we could save it for somewhere more… private?”
You pout up at him, dropping your hand with a huff. “Fine, I’ll wait.”
Until the car.
Good thing Nanami parked in the back corner of the car park otherwise you were sure the whole town would have seen the vigorous rocking of the car as you pushed Nanami into the back seat, mounting him like some wild animal in heat.
You sunk down onto his thick cock quickly, head tipping back and moaning whoreishly. Nanami kissed up your breasts, quickly attaching his lips to yours as he guided you up and down on his cock, the wet phap phap sound filling the silence of the car. Your fingers entangled into his blonde locks, messing up the neatened style.
Heat bloomed in your lower belly all too quickly, movements faltering as his grip tightened, moving you himself as your legs practically gave up on you.
You came at the same time, one hand gripping the back seat headrest as thick ropes of semen shot up into your womb, leaving you feeling bloated and full as you pulled off with a sheen of sweat covering your forehead.
If this was what happened after every shopping trip, then Nanami couldn’t find a reason to complain.
alright, we all know the trend when the woman goes behind the camera while recording her man's reaction to her flashing her breasts?
Well, just imagine doing that with JOHN PRICE. He'll be out there in the garden (in the process of making one, actually, on his backyard, because you always wanted one, and he moved you in with him for a reason), with a shovel in hand, looking at what he had already digged out for your plants to grow nice and pretty when he sees something flashing from the sliding glass doors. And when he snaps his head and really looks, there's you. In just your panties, and lifting your t-shirt to show him you titties. The reason? Well, you were bored. And now you had your boyfriend all grumpy and possessive of just thinking that the neighbors could have seen you.
And when you do the same for KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK, you don't really do that for him in the first place. You daughter, who was entirely breastfed for a whole nine months, was acting cranky and sleepy, wining and sobbing, clearly tired and ready for sleep. You saw some trends of a breastfed babies reacting to titties, and decided to participated (without documenting it). Kyle licking his lips, and, scooping the immediately calmed down baby girl, murmured "Make sure to have 'em on display after I tuck the lil' one in."
You thought nothing could stant JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH anymore. You two tried a lot of stuff in bed, and, being together for years, you genuinely had no idea he would react the way he did. But when oversleeping and being in a hurry, you burst into the bathroom to hop into the shower real quick. Johnny was just brushing his hair out of his face, already in cargo pants and tight t-shirt, when you dropped your nightgown and stepped out the piece of silk, as if it was a routine at this point. "Bonnie, really?" He sighed heavily, and, quickly undressing, joined you in the shower. "Since ta girls are invitin'". They were not. But in was worth being a bit late to work that day.
SIMON "GHOST" RILEY doesn't react immediately. He just sits on the couch, beer in one hand, and staring at your titties as you flashed them out, jumping out of the corner. For a second you begin to feel a slight embarrassment creeping through your spine. But then he sets the beer bottle on the floor, gets up, and with two long steps, lifts you up and throws you over his shoulder. You're buffled, trying to straighten up, when he brings you to your bedroom. He wasn't indifferent. He was just thinking about the things he would do to those things of yours.
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Getting your baby ready for bedtime is its own procedure for Jack. She must have her bath, her lotion, and her overly expensive sound machine. And once he's checked that the baby monitor is still working (it always is), you get a front-row seat to his utmost patience as he waits for Chubby to pick a board book to read.
You're assuming Jack's so patient because, one day, she'll have careful enough hands for regular paper books. No need to think about that heartaching future now, but you can't help it!
"Chubs...did you or Mommy pick this book?"
You're sitting on the nursery rug, folding Chubby's tiny clothes into a dresser that is already too full with pretty things you just had to buy. Chubby ends up in Jack's lap in the glider, all clean from her bath.
She smacks the book that "she" picked out.
'Daddy Hugs and Loves!'
Jack's glaring at you. You grin.
"She picked it out with the other two, Dad. She took advantage of her options."
Jack's avoided Daddy Hugs and Loves! since you bought it at Target. He's read a book about a truck, then a grumpy cow who learns to treat others with respect and kindness. He had to argue your joke that the book copied his likeness.
...But you managed to sneak in Daddy Hugs when he wasn't looking.
He groans. You know he feels ridiculous before he even opens it. But it's a book about a talking bear and his baby girl cub. Nothing in it should hurt him, unless he's insane about having to confront the representation of fathers and daughters in the media.
...Okay. You wouldn't put it past Jackie.
IM. NOT CRYING I SWEAR
style influencer yn doing her once a week styling my boyfriend for a date… for work… for a concert… for seeing my parents… for an event AND ITS bakugou just standing there in shorts and a vest quietly while you show the camera what you picked out for him and why. when you say you chose this slightly cropped shirt because bakugou’s got a shorter torso and it shows off his waist and bakugou lovesssss it. loves you talking about him like he’s not there and you saying things he didn’t even know about himself. like you pay attention to him that much! he takes it all very personally even though it’s literally your job.
lets you manoeuvre him around. using him as a male model and talking about him as body parts. grins when you say things like “katsuki’s got big biceps so i like to emphasise them just for myself.” “now katsuki doesn’t have the average build so it’s fun to work with his body.” “yeah? that’s right?” slapping his arm.
when he tries something on that didn’t go as well as you expected. “jeans are so difficult with you! these ones are way too tight on the thigh!”
and he’s got a mother as a designer, he’s never dressed badly in his life but you have your own style and what you love to see him in. he likes being your ken doll once a week.
“and i found this scarlet tie when thrifting, i bought it because it matches his eyes!!!”
and bakugou’s, “i like it baby.”
moments when he holds you by the waist, head on your shoulder as you’re explaining something to the camera.
you in a layered, well thought out outfit while he’s wearing his boring base outfit at the beginning LOL
you show two options that would go well and you let him choose.
“the denim feels rough. the other one.”
and bkgs done modelling and photoshoots before so he’s very good at the ending solo shots when you show the viewer the outfit. stands with his hands in his pockets. rotates around. you flashing him behind the camera to make him smile and his smirk is to die for.
asking his opinion for the whole outfit at the very end, holding a mic to his face because you don’t mic him up for the videos, just yourself.
“you always dress me better than i dress myself. it’s fuckin sick,” adjusts the jacket, looking at himself off camera. “woulda never have put myself in these.” he undos an extra button to his shirt.
“oooo sexy.”
“you think?” he grins at you.
and now you both match like it’s clear you’re going to the same event together. a stupidly attractive well dressed couple. not to mention that bkgs pr team loves the videos too. tells him to hold off on the groping you at times but you include it in the videos so who’s to tell you how to do your job.
editing out whenever you bend down and he thrusts against you. whenever he slaps your ass. when you’re adjusting the way something drapes, standing super close to him and he kisses you, little makeout where you have to tap his chest for him to stop. “we’re recording!”
also you rolling your eyes at people thirsting over your boyfriend. it gets engagement and views though.
When bf Bakugo calls her spoiled but he's the one who set that system up ^_^
Nobody warned you that dating Katsuki Bakugo would completely ruin your ability to function normally around affection.
Which honestly felt unfair considering he was the one responsible for it in the first place.
Because before him, you were perfectly capable of doing things yourself. You carried your own bags without complaint, opened your own drinks, reached for things on high shelves without immediately looking around for help first. You survived perfectly fine without somebody automatically fixing your necklace clasp when it twisted the wrong way or pulling your chair out absentmindedly before you even sat down.
Then Katsuki happened.
And suddenly somewhere along the line, your standards got impossibly, horrifically high.
Not because he spoiled you intentionally either. That was the worst part.
Katsuki loved you in such a natural, consistent way that half the time he didn’t even realize he was doing it. It wasn’t with grand gestures or dramatic romance movie nonsense either. It was smaller than that, like quuieter. The kind of affection that slowly settles into your routine until one day you realize you genuinely don’t remember the last time you struggled with something alone because somehow Katsuki had already handled it before you even got the chance.
“Stop staring at me like that.”
His voice cut through your thoughts from across the kitchen, low and mildly suspicious, and when you looked up properly, Katsuki was already glancing at you over his shoulder from where he stood near the stove.
The apartment smelled faintly like garlic, black pepper, and whatever body wash he used lately that kept sticking to his shirts afterward. One of the windows above the sink was cracked open slightly, letting cool evening air drift inside while the city lights glowed faintly outside.
You were sitting at the kitchen counter in one of his old shirts, chin resting lazily against your palm while watching him cook.
Or more specifically—watching the way his forearms flexed every time he moved the pan.
Which, in your defense, was distracting.
“Like what?” you asked innocently after a second, blinking at him like you genuinely had no idea what he meant.
Katsuki narrowed his eyes immediately at the tone of your voice, already looking unconvinced before you even finished speaking.
“Like I’m about to buy you something,” he muttered, turning back toward the stove again with a quiet click of his tongue. “You get that look every time you want something.”
A pause settled briefly between the two of you before your brows lifted slowly.
“…Are you?”
His head turned just enough for you to catch the flat look he sent over his shoulder.
“There it is.”
A laugh slipped quietly out of you almost immediately, your smile widening against your hand.
Because honestly? This entire situation was his fault.
“You did this to yourself, you know,” you informed him casually, adjusting your legs against the stool while he stirred something in the pan with unnecessary aggression. “I wasn’t like this before you.”
“Tch. You were absolutely high maintenance before me.”
“No,” you disagreed immediately, unable to stop smiling now. “I was independent before you.”
“That sounds fake.”
“I’m serious,” you insisted, your voice softer this time, more amused than defensive as you watched him move around the kitchen so comfortably like he belonged there. “I used to know how to function normally.”
Katsuki scoffed quietly under his breath at that, though there wasn’t much heat behind it anymore.
“What does that even mean.”
“It means,” you started dramatically, sitting up straighter now as you pointed at him accusingly from across the counter, “that before dating you, I was fully capable of opening my own drinks.”
“You still are.”
“No,” you argued immediately. “Because now you automatically do it for me before I even touch them.”
“That’s because your nails are always too damn long.”
“Exactly,” you said quickly, pointing at him harder. “That’s exactly what I mean.”
His eyes narrowed slightly while you looked entirely too pleased with yourself.
“You made my life too comfortable,” you continued after a moment quieter now, your fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of the counter while you watched him. “And now I genuinely don’t think I can go back.”
Something in his expression shifted briefly at that. Subtle enough most people probably wouldn’t notice, but you did.
Because after years of loving Katsuki, you’d gotten embarrassingly good at noticing the tiny reactions nobody else ever caught. The way his shoulders loosened whenever he relaxed around you. The slight twitch near the corner of his mouth whenever he was trying not to smile. The quieter tone his voice slipped into without realizing it.
“You’re dramatic,” he muttered eventually, though it sounded weaker now, less like an insult and more like something he said out of habit.
“Yeah,” you agreed easily, smiling to yourself. “But am I wrong?”
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he grabbed your drink from beside the stove before finally walking over toward you.
You watched him quietly the entire time, your expression softening almost unconsciously as he stopped beside you. One of his hands settled briefly against the counter near your shoulder while the other held the bottle out toward you.
Already opened.
Your lips twitched immediately the second you noticed.
“Katsuki.”
“The hell.”
“You opened it again.”
“Tch. Don’t start.”
But he looked away slightly right after saying it, like he already knew exactly where this conversation was about to go.
A soft laugh escaped you while you took the drink from his hand anyway, your fingers brushing briefly against his.
“This is exactly what I’m talking about,” you murmured, looking up at him over the rim of the bottle. “You can’t keep doing things like this and then act surprised when I get attached to it.”
“You’re impossible.”
“No,” you corrected lightly before taking a sip. “I’m spoiled.”
“And whose fault is that?”
You smiled slowly then, unable to help it. Because he really walked directly into that one himself.
“Yours,” you answered simply, your voice quieter now, more affectionate than teasing. “Obviously.”
His expression flattened immediately like he regretted asking the second the words left his mouth.
Katsuki clicked his tongue quietly under his breath before turning away again, but not before reaching over to fix the sleeve of your borrowed shirt where it had slipped slightly off your shoulder first.
His fingers brushed against your skin briefly. Absentmindedly like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.
And honestly? That was the dangerous part.
Katsuki never realized how affectionate he actually was because to him, taking care of you wasn’t some huge romantic gesture worth acknowledging.
It was instinct, natural like breathing.
He remembered things without trying to. The exact snacks you liked from convenience stores. Which drinks you preferred depending on your mood. The fact you hated crowded trains when you were tired. The specific side of the bed you slept better on.
He bought things casually if they reminded him of you. Replaced stuff before you even realized you ran out of them. Kept your favorite snacks stocked in his apartment like it was second nature now. He even carried hair ties around his wrist sometimes because you kept forgetting yours and stealing his whenever your hair annoyed you.
Then somehow still acted surprised when you became attached to being cared for.
“You are spoiled,” he muttered again a few minutes later while sliding your plate toward you across the counter.
You looked down automatically before pausing. The strawberries were already cut neatly into smaller pieces. Your eyes lifted slowly back toward him.
“…You cut the strawberries.”
Katsuki barely glanced up from the stove.
“Tch. You don’t like the leaves.”
Your expression softened immediately at how casually he said it. Like remembering tiny details about you was the easiest thing in the world.
“You literally proved my point again,” you said quietly, your voice gentler now as you looked back down at the plate. “This is why I can’t function anymore.”
“And? It's not like it's a problem.”
“It is, it’s a serious one actually,” you insisted, though your smile gave you away instantly. “If we ever break up, I’ll actually suffer.”
That made his eyes snap toward you immediately.
“The hell are you talking about.”
“I mean realistically?” you continued, trying and failing to sound thoughtful while resting your chin against your palm again. “Who else is gonna remember I hate strawberry leaves? Or warm my side of the bed first? Or carry my bags before I even ask?”
“You can hold your own damn bags.”
“But you don’t let me.”
“That’s because you start complaining after five damn minutes.”
“Exactly,” you said immediately, pointing at him once more. “You created this.”
He stared at you for a second like you genuinely exhausted him before exhaling sharply through his nose.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“And deeply loved,” you corrected softly, unable to stop smiling at him now.
“Tch.”
But there it was again.
That tiny twitch near the corner of his mouth he kept trying to suppress whenever you said things like that too casually. Your eyes narrowed immediately when you noticed.
“Oh my God,” you gasped softly, leaning forward against the counter a little. “You’re smiling.”
“I’m literally not.”
“You literally are,” you laughed, already grinning too hard now. “Katsuki, you think I’m cute.”
“I think you talk too damn much.”
“But affectionately.”
Katsuki sighed heavily then, setting the spatula down before finally walking fully around the counter toward you.
“You’re annoying,” he muttered, though his hands were already settling automatically against your waist by the time he stopped between your knees.
Your arms slid lazily up his forearms without thinking.
“Yet here you are,” you murmured softly, tilting your head back just enough to look up at him properly.
“Tch.”
But he didn’t move away, didn’t let go either. And that, that right therewas exactly the problem.
Because Katsuki loved you so naturally, so constantly, that half the time he didn’t even realize how obvious it was. Meanwhile you noticed every single thing.
A boy dad! Brendon thought
Boy dad! Brendon always gets you a gift on your son’s birthday as well, because he thinks you never stop deserving appreciation for giving him his little boy. He can never repay that, despite you insisting he doesn’t have to.
He’s such a doting father. Some men only soften for a little girl. Not Brendon. His baby boy is his universe now. His little best friend.
And Brendon is raising the sweetest, most polite, respectful, lovely little boy. His floppy dirty blonde curls, your sparkling eyes (you’d hoped your baby would have his, but god did Brendon love seeing your eyes on your baby), nothing but kind words fall from his little mouth. Gentle and patient beyond his years in a way that makes Brendon beam with pride, and his daddy’s sharp mind.
And your inquisitive little boy asks Brendon one day, once he’s old enough to understand, why does mommy get a gift for my birthday too? And Brendon settles in to explain. “Well, your birthday celebrates the day you were born, yeah? The day you came to life?” And your son nods. “Before that, mommy carried you in her tummy. Like how mommy’s friend Jessica’s tummy’s gotten real big lately? That’s becuase she’s gonna have a baby too soon. And when you were in mommy’s belly, it wasn’t easy. You made her sick, and you were heavy to carry around…” and your little boys lip wobbles. “I didn’t mean to.” And Brendon feels so guilty. “No, buddy, I know that. Mommy knows that. We’re not mad at you. It’s not your fault, babies. Just do that. And we love you no matter what anyway.” He explains. And gets back on track. “So you were in mommy’s belly for 9 months. That’s a long time to feel so sick and achey for, right?”. And a little nod. “You know how you get a lolly pop at the doctor when you get a shot?” Another little nod. “A shot is only a few seconds. 9 months is way longer. So because mommy was so brave, like you when you get a shot, we get mommy a nice gift every year to thank her for being such a good mommy.” Brendon explains. And then he ends with a common phrase in your house. “Because mommy deserves nice things.” And there’s never a reason why. Not because she takes care of us, because she’s a good mom, a good wife. No. You just do in Brendon’s opinion, just for being the woman he loves.
And your son is used to those words. When he asks Brendon why he’s buying flowers. Why he’s stopping for fancy coffee for mommy. Why they’re going to the icky fancy restaurant again. Mommy deserves nice things.
So when a relative makes a snarky comment about how expensive your new earrings look at a family party, and your baby proudly says “mommy deserves nice things”?. Brendon fucking glows.
STARGIIRL! (feat quarterback!toji x camgirl chem partner!reader)
summary: Toji Fushiguro considers himself a very generous man, especially after using part of his D1 quarterback paycheck towards his favorite camgirl. If anything, he's a patron of the arts: dedicated, curious, and always ready for the next big thing. So when he finds out his quiet little chem partner has the same bedroom as his idol? Well... color him intrigued.
content: MDNI 18+ ONLY, fem!reader, camgirl!reader, chem partner!reader, quarterback!toji, fratboy!toji fanboy!toji, jjk college au, no use of “y/n”, porn with a ridiculous amount of plot, vibrators, oral sex (m!receiving, f!receiving), piv sex, squirting, dumbification, toji has a biiiiig dick, daddy kink, size kink, breeding, etc.
word count: 10.1k (i don't play abt this man)
author's note: Holy shit. It’s been so long bbgs, I apologize for the delay and i hope you guys like this one as much as i do <3 all credits of the above pictures go to their creators. The left-most picture is from thatsallitchief on X or tiktok. If anyone knows the artist of the right-most picture let me know so I can tag them!
toji's pre-game playlist: gemstone - don toliver, homecoming - lil uzi vert, don't kill the party - ty dolla $ign, love me - lil wayne, you - don toliver, nightcrawler - travis scott