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what do you call an unwell seven? a sick seven!!! I’m a fat fucking chud.

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I’m okay now

Also, no way this wasn’t on purpose

Soft Kacchan, warm Kacchan, little ball of boom🥹

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No one talk to me

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It’s okay they banged after

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No one talk to me

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I’m really emotional rn don’t play with me

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I want to crawl deep into Katsuki’s heart

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my soft bkdk addiction is debilitating,,

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Awwwww

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Just a rant, but,

Catboy Katsuki is actually a beautiful concept in general

We all know Katsuki likes to be competitive to prove he’s the best, right? At least from my perspective

So imagine when he suddenly turns into a catboy or switches quirks with a cat-based one, he freaks the fuck out

He gets self conscious, thinking he’s weak for his new appearance, thinking he won’t have the chance to blast away with Izuku and Shouto and all his other friends (I think he’s very secretly a sap platonically and romantically) without being judged for looking cute and cuddly

And it gives you the chance to get closer to his heart and soul, break down his walls, let him know that it’s okay and no matter what—he’ll never be lesser than anyone ever, no matter what they say

And no matter how long it takes, you’ll show him that

Gently,

Carefully,

All the way, ensuring he gets the point through his thick skull

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Omg I just imagined catboy Shigaraki

He would be suuuch a brat (as if he isn’t one already)

Like he’s in the middle of one of his games and ur just soooo curious about his cat features

So u go up and touch them except he yells at u to screw off or something like that

And then you shut off his pc and teach him a lesson on his rickety ass futon👀👀

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I HATE PIXELDRINK,LUMAS, AND RESTLYSS SM THEY COMPLETELY RUIN BAKUDEKU'S DYNAMIC JUST FOR A COUPLE OF LAUGHS. THEY MAKE ME SO ANGRY.THEY ROB THESE CHARACTERS OF ALL DEPTH AND THEY ARE RUINING THE FANDOM

Like genuinely how could you do that to them :(

Not to mention that PIXELDRINK is a horrible person and so is lumas.

I might get flamed for this but idrc

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I was just introduced to Ashido x Hagakure.

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What WE say to Bakugo🥹

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I’m playing Splatoon Raiders rn and Shiver is lowk flirting with me… Ladies, ladies… Aha, y’know how it is… They just crazy to get a piece of me…

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Every time I open tumblr, i get striked by the horny

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if u write subby bakugo getting pegged i will ride to war under your banner

⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+; smut (dom!reader x sub!bakugou; pegging; strap on; lube; mention of cuffs; use of ‘good boy’ and similar pet names) ⋆ WORD COUNT: 1.9K

A/N: this might be one of my most requested asks and im pretty sure i couldn’t even find all of the asks related to pegging lol so please enjoy

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The big day had finally arrived. Everything you had ordered had finally been delivered and there was only one thing left to do: wait for your boyfriend to come home. 

And he finally did as Bakugou trudged inside, calling out, “I’m back, baby.”

You grinned, skipping out of your bedroom and into the living room. “Welcome home! I’ve been waiting.”

“Really?” Bakugou said with a smirk while taking his boots off.  “You plan somethin’?”

You grinned and nodded your head. “Go shower and I’ll get ready.”

You took his hand, dragging him into your shared bedroom. “What, you buy some lingerie?”

“Yeah something like that,” you said vaguely and pushed him into the bathroom.

You had to hold back your excitement as you whipped open your closet door while hearing the water running in the shower. A few weeks prior, you and Bakugou had a conversation where he expressed being open to being pegged which excited you way more than you expected. The next day you immediately ordered everything you needed but Bakugou hadn’t brought it up since.

So the way Bakugou froze immediately after exiting the bathroom, shirtless and only wearing boxers while towel drying his hair, made complete sense. He stared at you wide eyed to the sight before him.

On the bed you had laid out a bottle of lube, a strap on, and a pair of fuzzy handcuffs.

“The fuck is this?” Bakugou asked, tossing his towel back into the bathroom.

“Remember that conversation we had a few weeks ago?” You asked coyly, putting your hands behind your back and slowly inching towards him. “You know, after I cuffed you to the bed and made you beg?”

Bakugou's face burned as he blushed. “... I dunno what the fuck you’re talkin’ about.”

“Don’t lie, Katsuki.”

“It was a joke.”

“Really?” You asked, quirking a brow at him. “So it was a joke when you were moaning at the thought of me fucking y–”

“Okay, okay, I get it!” Bakugou exclaimed, cutting you off with a beet red face.

You approached him until you stood right in front of him, looking up at him with a sly smile. “So nothing about me fucking you intrigues you?”

You watched as Bakugou swallowed nervously. “No.”

“Hmm interesting,” you said with a hum. You looked down and back up at his face. “Then why are you so hard?”

“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed under his breath.

You grinned triumphantly and then shrugged as you said, “Look, if you really don’t want to then we don’t have to. I don’t wanna force you to do anything but if you’re just being proud like always… I might have to return these little gifts…”

Bakugou sighed, rubbing his temples with his hand. “Fine…”

“Fine what?”

Bakugou clenched his teeth. “You’re really pushin’ your fuckin’ luck right now.”

You stifled a laugh, grabbing his hand and pushing him onto the bed. You grabbed the cuffs, dangling them in his face. “Are you gonna behave or do I have to use these?”

Bakugou looked up at you as if he was at war with himself mentally. “... I don’t need ‘em.”

“Good,” you said and you tossed them aside, hearing them thud as they hit the ground.

One look at Bakugou and you knew despite the cool, calm, and collected front he was putting up, he was trying his best to not show how nervous he was. “Why’re you nervous, baby?” You asked, running your hand through his hair as you stood between his legs.

“I’m not,” he said adamantly. You gave him a look before he gave in and said, “I dunno… We’ve never done somethin’ like this before.”

“Don’t worry, Kats,” you whispered, leaning forward and palming him through his boxers. “I’ll take good care of you.

He groaned, grabbing your wrist instinctively as he didn’t expect it. “You’ll listen to everything I say, right?” You asked.

Bakugou was beyond flustered. He wasn’t used to you being the domineering one since he loved whispering the dirtiest things in your ear before fucking you through the mattress. And he was trying to keep his pride but his dick was rock hard.

“Yes, fuck, just…”

“Just what?”

Bakugou swallowed. “Touch me. Do somethin’.”

“Now I’ve told you before, Kats. You’ve got to ask nicely.”

He closed his eyes, too embarrassed to make eye contact with you. “Please.”

“There’s my good boy,” you whispered, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulling down to set his rigid cock free. Bakugou shuddered when you wrapped your fingers around him and pumped him slowly in your hand.

“Lay down against the pillows,” you ordered as you slipped his boxers down and off his legs. 

You crawled onto the bed as he obliged your words, straddling his thighs. Bakugou gasped when you latched your lips around the head of his cock, your tongue swiping at his slit and licking at the beads of precome dribbling out of him. 

“Fuck,” Bakugou said breathlessly as you begun to bob your head up and down along his shaft, your hand wrapped around the base of his cock as you stroked him along with your movements. “Just like that, baby.”

The minute you’d mentioned pegging and when he saw the strap on, Bakugou was excruciatingly hard. As much as he loved being on top and being the dominating one most of the time, there was something so exhilarating about watching you on top of him and telling him what to do.

That was why it didn’t take that long for Bakugou to come, painting your mouth white with his seed just from a few strokes of your hand and your mouth sucking him dry.

You detached your lips from him and looked down at his face with a satisfied smile as he breathed deeply, his chest rising and falling.

While he caught his breath, you took the bottle of lube and coated your fingers in the sticky substance. Bakugou tilted his head up and his eyes widened. “W-What’re you doing?”

“I have to stretch you out, Kats,” you explained, setting the bottle aside. “Having a dick inside you might be too much, baby.”

Bakugou swallowed nervously as you inched closer to him, putting his head back on the pillows as he closed his eyes, his body tense and waiting in anticipation. 

You stuck your hand beneath him, your fingers gently caressing his hole, tracing his rim. “Shit–” Bakugou gasped, his body shuddering. 

You carefully slipped two fingers into him, the lube making it easy to slide right in. “Fuck!” He hissed, his fingers curling into his palms into fists. 

You assessed him as you began to curl and uncurl your fingers, your fingertips caressing his plush walls and Bakugou couldn’t hold back the whimpers that erupted out of him. The pace you undulated your fingers inside him increased and increased and Bakugou was fisting the bedsheets, writhing beneath you in pleasure.

Then your fingers curled against a specific spot that made him gasp, cursing under his breath as if he had been hit by a bolt of lightning. The shock of you even touching his prostate caused him to come again, ropes of white come splattering his stomach like a geyser.

“Ohh, so that’s where it is,” you murmured, smirking to yourself as you took your fingers out of him.

Bakugou was panting, his lips trembling and he opened his eyes again to see you grab the strap, and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head just from looking at the sheer size of it. “H-How the fuck is that gonna go inside me?”

“I knew my baby could handle a big dick, right, Kats?” You cooed as you finished buckling the strap onto your body. Grabbing the bottle of lube once again, you coated the black silicone cock all over. 

You tossed the bottle aside as you nestled yourself in between his legs, making sure to bend his knees. Bakugou’s cock was hard again, veins bulging along his shaft as he throbbed, waiting for release again.

“You ready?” You asked, lining yourself up with his hole. Bakugou bit his lip and nodded, still unable to voice exactly how much he wanted this.

Nudging the head of the strap first, you carefully sunk yourself deep inside him, causing him to gasp sharply from the intense stretch.

You didn’t waste any time as you started to slowly snap your hips into him, your hands on either side of him flat on the bed as you put your entire focus on fucking him.

Bakugou was moaning and whimpering, sounds you’d never heard him make before and it only made you move faster, making sure to hit his sweet spot with every thrust.

“T-Too much–” He whimpered, tears pricking his eyes as his lips quivered. “It’s too much–!”

“Aw, don’t tell me my cock’s too big for you, honey,” you cooed, wanting to rile him up.

He clenched his jaw. “Shut– up–”

“That’s no way to talk, Kats,” you muttered, pushing his knees into his chest and gripping his thighs as you dug your cock deeper inside him.

Bakugou’s mouth fell open, saliva dribbling down the side of his face and tears streaking his face. The intensity of orgasming twice and nearing his third orgasm was overwhelming and slightly painful for his dick but he’d never felt such pleasure in his life. 

You leaned down, hovering over him as you continued to fuck him, your hands moving up to grip his hands and pin them to the bed. “Tell me how good it feels, baby. Tell me how good it feels to have my cock in you.”

“I-It’s– Fuck– It’s too– much– Feels too– good–” He choked in between his moans, his face red and sweaty.

“I know, baby. I wanted to make my good boy feel so good,” you murmured, leaning down and kissing him sloppily, swallowing his whimpers. 

His tears were wet against your cheeks and you pulled away from his lips as you swiped your tongue on his face, tasting the saltiness of his tears. “Don’t cry, pretty baby. I’ve got you.”

“So good–” He moaned, his fingers gripping yours so tightly you thought you were losing circulation. “I-I’m gonna–”

“I know, honey,” you cooed and you took one of your hands from his, wrapping your fingers around his dick as you started pumping him.

“W-Wait–! Y/N–” He gasped, his legs shaking. “Too much, baby– I’m gonna–”

“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you,” you whispered, shoving your cock as deep inside him as you could. “Let go, Kats.”

At the sound of your voice coupled with the way you were fisting him, Bakugou came, his come splatting against your fingers and his stomach. His body was twitching, his eyes half-lidded as he attempted to catch his breath for a third time. 

You pulled out of him and his body trembled as you did. As you undid the buckles to the strap on and slipped it off your body, you looked down at him sprawled out on the bed. “You okay?” You asked and he just nodded his head, still out of breath and barely able to say anything. You let out a laugh. “You’re so cute, Kats.”

He clenched his jaw. “Shut… up…” He said in between breaths. 

“Aw, where did my sweet boy go?” You cooed, laying beside him and rubbing his chest. “The one who was taking my dick so good?”

Bakugou glared at you. “You’re lucky… I’m outta energy…”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said with a wave of your hand and you got up to grab a towel. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

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Hihi! Please can you write a scenario where bakugo comes home to you cooking and you guys just slow dance together in your kitchen!!

Hii!! Thank you so much for requesting this; it means the world to me. I hope this is along the lines of what you had in mind. I tried my best to bring out Katsuki the way I've interpreted him (both soft and loving and a brat, lol).

I really hope you like it, and thank you so much again <3.

The sizzling pasta in the pan weaves alongside the soft music reverberating through the apartment, as your voice pads the tunes in the jovial yet casual manner you’ve patented as your own. Your hand instinctively shifts to lower the volume as the front door swings open (softer than the status quo, you notice). 

Bakugo Katsuki, still bedecked in his hero ensemble, clinging to his sinewed frame, trudges into the walkway. Blood and dust envelop his body, almost kissing every inch of your favorite parts of him; his cheeks, his biceps, his forehead, and more. His gauntlets clang loudly as he drops them onto the floor, causing you to turn and look at him.

“Welcome home, baby”, you murmur, leaning against the kitchen island, the smile audible in your words as you gauge his appearance.

“Yeah. That’s my job, sweets”, he replies, staring at you unwaveringly, but you’ve had years of memorizing him under your belt to understand his intent.

“Your job is to look pretty and kick villain ass. Don’t worry, I’m a great boss, so I won’t fire you for taking a day off from being an excellent chef.”

The knots in his shoulders slacken (just the way you’d deliberated) as a rough chuckle evades his lips, “Thanks, I can’t lose my main source of income, after all”.

Your laughter eases the creases on his forehead as he leans across the island, “But seriously, thanks for dinner; I know it was my turn”.

“No need for thanks, love”, you whisper, walking over to kiss his cheek, “Rough day?”

“Long day”, he clarifies, “Some fucking low-class villains tried it in different prefectures; it was a pain in the ass to get to all of them”.

His cheek instinctively leans into your palm when you caress his face, tracing the dried blood, “Yours?”

He shakes his head, and you watch his crimson gaze hide under his lids, “They fucking wish”.

The smile that’s incised onto your cheeks since the moment you started dating curves on your lips as you raise on your toes to kiss him softly, “Welcome home, Katsuki”.

Gloved hands find their home on your waist as his lips whisper against yours; sweat, caramel; something that’s distinctly him registers on your senses, as his hum reverberates on your mouth.

“Dinner will be ready soon; you can take a shower and get all cleaned up”.

He kisses you once more before letting you go to check on the pasta on the stove. Even as you stir the sauce, you feel his scarlet gaze drift over your back.

Unwavering.

Incessant.

Radiant enough to feel like his rough hands are palpating every inch of you.

Like a puppet on a string, he stalks over and wraps his arms around your waist; his cherished spot. And O, fool, the thread seemingly is connected to your lips as it curves lopsided.

“I’m cooking”.

“I can see that”.

“It’s a hazard”.

“I’m a pro-hero”.

“Doesn’t mean this is safe”.

“Never said it is”, he murmurs against the nape of your neck, hot breath fanning the clasp of the necklace he got you on your anniversary. You pretend like the proximity doesn’t blaze all the nerves in your constitution; alas, you are, inadvertently, the biggest victim of his quirk.

Normally, you would’ve reprimanded his embrace; it really is dangerous, he’s discovered in dirt and fatigue; however, love is a foolish flaw that’s made a permanent home in your vestibule.

You hum the song again, lightly moving in place, and he, the big, strong hero, is also an incredibly big, strong, foolish man. He rests his forehead on the back of your head, gently following your movements. Your canine bites down on your bottom lip, trying to stifle your giggle, feeling this stocky man dance (attempt to) while leaning all his weight on you.

Oh, but only fools rush in.

The stove is turned off as you rotate and are greeted by his impassive stare; gaze lowered and anticipatory. Your arms round his neck as you sway in his hold and his hands reunite with your hips, grip as taut as his heart.

The song bursts from your lips, hushed and doting, landing right onto his heart. He tugs you closer, just to feel the words on his lips, to feel you and your love and all that you pour out for him.

He would fight the world just to come back to you and your voice.

Eventually, the words dissolve into giggles; both of you aren’t known for your prowess in dancing, but lucky for you, your laugh is the best song he’s ever felt. You stumble around the kitchen, enraptured in the moment and his arms; your favorite sound haphazardly pulled into the ruckus as he sings along with you.

Shuffling feet, breathless chuckles, and wayward lyrics fill the chill air, the pasta now cold on the stove as you finally come to a stop; still not an inch apart.

Your fingers run through the hair at the nape of his neck, and you whisper, watching his lips incline to that cheeky grin any time he hears his most treasured lyrics.

“I love you”.

He brushes his nose against yours, an act so juvenile yet playful it yanks a giggle out of you (just the way he’d planned), “I love you, sweets”.

“Alright”, pushing him off (that’s what he feels; you’ve just stepped away from his embrace), “Now get to the shower; dinner’s already cold”.

“Uh huh, yes, ma’am”, he replies with a smirk and heads to the bedroom while you return to the stove, trying to make the most of your efforts, but you stop, looking down at yourself and yell out.

“Did you do that on purpose to get me all dirty and bloody so I’ll take a shower with you?”

You don’t need to see the smirk on his face; it’s evident in his arrogant tone, “Can’t hear you, shower’s running”.

His ragged laughter echoes from the bathroom as you groan dramatically, walking to the bedroom, “You’re such a fucking pervert”.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, he replies evenly, taking off his costume. 

You know he’s had enough time to have taken it off MUCH earlier than you coming to the showers.

He knows that you know it; that affable smirk gives away his trick.

“Now that you’re here, why don’t you join me?”

I don't know, I fully headcanon that Bakugo, in all his loud and abrasive energy, would absolutely adore quiet, reserved people. He often uses the most minimal words (as evidenced in the manga); I picture him not talking as much and as loudly at home. Which is why he genuinely loves hearing and feeling your voice.

It's his favorite part of you.

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Awwwwwwwww

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✰ working at the mall is pretty much what you’d expect: the same short playlist on repeat, the smell of food court sushi, rivalry with your neighboring alt. stores. but, working with your two best friends is what really makes the job worth keeping. and i mean, anything to pay those student bills right?

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𐬾 bakudeku x coworker! reader

𐬾 genre: smau, crack, slow-burn

⚠︎︎ swearing, suggestive content, talk of depression/anxiety, mentions of weed and alcohol, toxic ex (monoma)

𐬾 a/n: lowkey was inspired by this series here which got me thinking about what it was like back when i worked at hot topic and then i started assigning different characters to different stores in the mall and now here we are

STAFF DIRECTORY

ep. 1 ~~ shrek rave

ep. 2 ~~ shrink ray

ep. 3 ~~ illuminati

ep. 4 ~~ …..jonas brothers

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