Mmm, Look At You.  Is Your Cute Little Clitty Getting Hard From The Slide Of My Fingers In Your Hole?

nahh

my heart hurts

𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇: 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔

ಌ genre: fluff

ಌ summary: how night routines with katsu would go <3

9:45pm

after a certian time katsuki turns both your phones off so you both can relax for the rest of the night. Without the media or news getting in the way of your night. If you had a long day Katsu will draw you a bath, using a scented bubble bath mixture to your surprise. If you ask him to join you, he'll agree without hesitation. Sitting behind you he'll hold you close to his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder. Rubbing his calloused hands up and down your sides before wrapping his arms around your torso, pressing occasional kisses to your neck.

sometimes sitting in silence is the best form of comfort for you both, if you fall asleep on him he'll press on last kiss to your cheek before heating up the water slightly. Then drifting off to sleep himself.

10:30pm

usually after a bath or shower, you 'll do your skincare routine. Sometimes if your too tired Katsuki will do it for you, like the sweetheart he is. Picking you up from under your thighs he'll set you on the counter, pressing a kiss to your nose before getting started. Grabbing the fluffy headband you bought not too long ago put it on you, pushing any hairs out of your face. Katsuki made sure he did every step with care, rubbing moisturizer and other products into your skin gently. Once finished he'll take the headband off before lifting you off the counter and carrying you towards the bed.

10:50-11:37pm

if your still not ready to sleep yet you'll both cuddle up under the covers telling the other about their day. Although since tsuki's sleepy voice is so soothing you end up falling asleep while he's going on about his day, once he sees you fell asleep he'll roll his eyes about to turn off the lamp light when he hears you mumble a, "Keep talkin.."

Smiling softly at you he'll turn off the light, settling back into bed pulling you close to his chest. "I'll tell ya more tomorrow sweets, get some sleep f'me." Pulling the cover over the both of you, he was about to go to sleep when he heard you whining. "Whats wrong-" "You didn't gib me my g'night kisses." He let out a chuckle rolling his eyes, "How could I forget." First kissing your forehead, your nose, both cheeks then your lips. "Better?'" You smiled happily, "Yeah, g'night katsu." You mumbled pecking him back softly, "G'night princess."

I love everything you write for katsuki!! You’re sooo talented and you write him so so good <3

This means so much to me because for the longest

time i just read stuff and i’ve always enjoyed writing but i figured that no one would want to read what i put out. So the only times i ever got to write was for school and i didn’t really have that much free reign there but i am so glad that a couple of months ago i decided to just do it. And it’s people like you that make me feel reassured in what i’m doing :))

I refuse to accept his 'death'. I believe they're gonna bring him back, they have to, right???

⚠️MHA SPOILERS IN THE ASK^⚠️

im not gonna go in depth but yes i think so too. I think he’s come too far as a main character to kill him off but if he actually does die just for shock factor then i don’t know. Amelia is trying not to think about it 😁

Roommate! Bakugou who slowly watches his friends fall in love, watches them share their lives with someone. He sees the way they look at their person, sees how that kind of love changes someone. And he’s happy for them, truly, even when it means they have less time to hang out.

But he can’t help but ache.

He’d give anything to feel that. To be that attached to someone. To be holding someone like that.

Every time time that ache starts to feel like it’s too much, that it’s going to consume him from the inside out, you’re there.

He’s had a few relationships, sure, but he’s never really been in love. Not truly. Until he fell for you, that is. Silently, painfully, and unexpectedly.

He knows you don’t mean to be his beacon. He knows it’s all unintentional, the way you pull him out of that ache. He especially knows you don’t mean to be the reason for that ache.

He knows he could love you the way you want, the way you both deserve, if you’d just give him a chance. But he also knows you’re afraid.

He’s held you while you cried over being cheated on, brought you food when you’d get so down you’d stop eating. And he was the one who broke your ex’s nose when he had the audacity to talk down to you in front of him.

He knows you’ve been hurt. He understands why you’re scared to let someone know you again. Except he already does. He knows your favorite color, he knows your favorite food, which shows you watch when you’re sad, he notices the way you stay up late and bake things when you can’t sleep, or the way you pick at your nails when you’re anxious. Inside and out, he knows you, loves you.

He just doesn’t know what it’s like to be loved by you.

But there are moments when he’s sure he gets a glimpse:

Movie nights where you end up under the same blanket as him, fast asleep and curled into his side or against his chest.

Quiet moments when he has an important interview and you have to help him with his tie, soothing his worries without him saying a word about them.

Pro-Hero events where you’re his plus one and you press close to him for pictures, smiling warmly up at him with your hand on his chest.

He wants nothing more than to feel your love unbridled, to see you love without caution. He wishes he could tell you to just fall for him, assure you that he’ll catch you.

But for now, he’ll just have to feel that ache.

Ok but so yk how big bakugou's biceps is right so what if he fucks yn in full nelson like hes so strong BRO IM SO FUCKING HORNY RN I CAN IMAGINE HIM GIGGLING WT YOUR FUCKED UP FACE LIKE

SORRY THIS ASK GOT ME ALL EXCITED I LOVE IT LMAOOOO AND THE FACT I WENT IN PORNHUB TO BE SURE I KNOW WHAT FULL NELSON ACTUALLY IS AND BITCH YEAHHHHHH THAT WOULD BE INSANE WITH HIM

like completely helpless, no control and it’s all up to him. the speed, the intensity, the position. big muscled arms holding your legs up by your ears and he keeps brushing his lips against your neck as you lean your head on his shoulder behind you. this time you’re so much louder than usual, deep whines and incoherent sentences. the feeling of his dick rubbing against your walls, hitting spots he doesn’t usually. you can barely explain how you feel. tongue hanging out your mouth with “mhm ahh ka, ka…”

“c’mon speak up baby. ‘m fuckin’ you too good, aren’t i?”

and every time he gives a harsh thrust your whole body moves with his, like you’ve become one. every harsh grunt from him is followed by a whine from you.

AND HIM quickly kissing up and down your neck when he starts to go faster. one arm holding your legs to your chest, your tits squishing against you as he uses his other hand to play with your clit.

“gonna come for me baby? gonna— oh shit.”

without warning your whole body starts trembling, mouth opening as you scream, completely overwhelmed by everything. katsuki keeps up the pace though, working you through your orgasm.

“my good girl. my pretty girl. give it all to me.”

he whispers, brushing his lips against your ear as you try to steady your breaths, eyes barely open, mentally in different worlds.

“holy fuck, ‘ki.”

Bakugou being a soft dom chocking reader

And grinding on her Some Degration if you don’t mind

I luv ur work

18+ mdni, fem!reader // cw: choking, bondage, degrading, established relationship. soft dom!bakugou.

i see this with a slightly older, more experienced bakugou. when he's more calm and patient towards the world to surround him.

definitely has to be an established relationship, even better if you're his long-term girlfriend or perhaps even his wife. he's a man who loves being in control, however he also greatly appreciates it if you trust him entirely with your body and free will; allowing his hands to hold the reins when it comes to making decisions in the bedroom. he just wants to make you feel good and is happiest when you let him do so; when you let him feel needed.

and years of intimate partnership can bring that to the table. along with other things.

i think when you'd both be in the mood for something a bit more special and he wouldn't be all that tired because of his job, he'd take control over your body slowly; carefully. unlike his earlier years, he'd take his time in a way you wouldn't even notice him taking over because of how he'd be able to keep you busy with little affections that would make sure you're being spoiled rotten - right to the core. just like his pretty little wife deserves.

so imagining bakugou as a soft dom, he'd be up for some bondage. nothing too extravagant - he's more of an easy, quick access kind of guy - he'd restrain you by tying your wrists to the headboard of the bed, but would also leave soft, open-mouthed kisses along both of your forearms whilst checking the knots aren't tied too tight. he'd run his warm hands all over your half-naked body, all until your spine would be pushing upwards from the mattress and your mouth would be pleading him to please, please, please give you more.

he'd cool down the warm saliva he'd leave on your skin by blowing on it, tired red eyes watching you shiver in the midst of it. he'd make you soaking wet with all this warm, soft-around-the-edges attention he'd be showering you with, all until a damp patch would form right over the delicate cotton of your panties, despite that he didn't even start touching you between your legs yet. he'd kiss you gently, but would also apply pressure with the way he'd push his tongue into your mouth so that he'd be able to swallow your needy moans. he's greedy.

the dominance would start to show in the way he'd hold you by the jaw when you'd start to whine, and by the way he would make you keep kissing him until he's satisfied - usually until your lips feel swollen and awfully tender, and his own turn a dark pink. he'd leave your legs unrestrained just so you'd be able to wrap them around his waist and he'd feel your warmth as you'd both start to rock against each other.

he wants you close when he's in control. always wants you wrapped around him, feeling every limb of yours on him.

i think the pure, blatant need you'd start exhibiting for him during all this teasing would make this man so hard it'd hurt. you'd just feel a firm bulge pressing between your sopping folds the moment he gets you completely naked. he grows bigger and bigger, the cotton of his sweatpants absorbing your arousal, making an outright mess on the fabric which he surprisingly doesn't seem to care about in that exact moment. he starts grinding against you in response, more eager by the minute, like a dirty dog of a husband, even if he's drowning you in loving kisses and sweet touches that would otherwise make your teeth ache if it wasn't done by him.

and fuck, he's so big above you. one of his scarred hands is right next to your head, the other resting on your lower back; pulling you upwards at the middle just so that he can feel you even better. you want to touch him so bad, claw at him, mark him, anything, but you can't. the stupid restraints are driving you insane, and he can sense it as you try to pull free to tame the heat that's forming in your thighs and is climbing higher, higher, higher. your evident desperation brings a smile forward and it's goddamn sneaky, like one of a feline as it curls against your hot, panting mouth even if he's nowhere near as graceful as a cat.

he isn't all that verbal, he never is during sex, but you can hear him grunting softly; deep breaths mixing in-between each sound that rumbles deep in his chest like thunder. he hunches and covers you entirely with his bigger body as his tongue itches to say something vulgar. giving into temptation, he degrades you because it's in the heat of the moment, but he does make sure to sneak in compliments into the harshness just so you don't start to scold him in return.

because, unexpectedly, you wear the pants in this relationship.

so he calls you his pretty slut, his needy little girl that's so pathetic because of how badly she wants his dick. he tells you that he's positive you'll do just about anything to get him to stuff you full; that you look like the part in that exact moment. that you look like a girl who'd gladly accept his load; all nasty and depraved, squirming on top of the sheets like that. that if you love having his tongue in your mouth like that, he wonders what you'll be like the moment he goes lower and sticks it into your sticky little hole instead.

and he's gently cooing at you as he speaks those filthy words into your ear or into your mouth, and is perhaps even mocking and making fun of your little mewls and pleas which sound almost broken as they leave your throat because of his hand that has wound up around your neck at some point.

he chokes you as he ruts into you in a way that makes you feel him entirely; even through the layers of clothes he still has on. you want to gasp but he applies just enough pressure that it ever so slightly restricts your airway, making you shudder from the sensation that you know he'll keep on the safe side. thick digits dig deep in all the right places as your mouth pops open and he uses the chance to kiss you again. make you burn all over and experience heatwaves that cause sweat to glimmer on your already-dewy skin.

you can feel him between your legs, all throbbing and heavy when he places his tongue atop your own again. the weight of his cock makes your gaze drop downward and your toes curl against the small of his back as you try to push your hips upwards to gain even more friction. to gain even more pleasure. and he sneers at that ever so slightly, and chuckles at it, too. his thumb drags along your jawline as he squeezes your neck to make you look at him again, and his tired grin is faint but it shines bright like a thousand suns because it is so very rare.

all of it is an assertive kind of control that only years of trust and shared experiences can bring, but it is never forceful; never quite as mean. he cares about you, even as he speaks filth and hints at wanting to fuck you like you're nothing but a mere toy. he loves you even if in that moment - just that single, fleeting moment - he loves your pussy just a little bit more.

your reactions make him feel confident. make him feel like this strong, capable man who you'd fawn over like some silly damsel in distress and who you depend on. he'd never admit it, but it lights up that primal, purely male part of his brain and he just can't help it. he knows you're capable of taking care of yourself just fine, but it's ingrained into his psyche whether he likes it or not.

and all of it makes you nearly delirious, too. he's got that dazed look in his eye as he watches you offer yourself to him so blatantly; the one that makes him pick up the pace and that has you wrapped around his little finger. the one that has got your entrance fluttering around nothing because you're just so ready to take him already. to love him properly the moment he sets you free.

patient, older bakugou has an effect like that, i suppose. he wipes your brain cells away one by one; until you're dumb even before he fucks you into something even dumber.

guys i’m seriously contemplating on making a separate blog for iwa cause that man gets NO love. no one write full fics for him and it makes me so sad :(

bakugou is still numero uno cause he’s just so 🥰😚😜🤩💜💍yk? let me know what u guys think or if you’re feeling nice send me and iwa fic I WILL LOVE YOU FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!!!!

(i would obvs still post on this one but i have really been in my iwa era these past few days, letting the bakugou fics pile up while i’m gone. so when i come back…. boy oh boy am i in for a treat!)

crippling mentally :)

this is so adorable 🥺 i want to be loved like this

Kaminari watched with a quirked brow as you walked straight into the common room and plopped right down next to Bakugou, who opened his arm to allow you to curl into his side.

Sure, it amazed him that Bakugou even had the means to score a partner, let alone one would could just come in and plop next to him, interrupting whatever game he was playing on his switch, but…

Kaminari was moreso interested in whatever you two were doing than thinking about the other complexities of your relationship.

“What do you want?” Bakugou asks, his nose burying in your hair.

“Hngg.”

Bleach blonde eyebrows furrow in frustration, “you do realize it’s almost 10 pm, right? I’m not doing that.”

“Mmmnn!” You push your head against his shoulder, and he snarls at you.

“Don’t you ‘mmmnn’ me! It’s fuckin’ dark out.”

“Do you have any lick of a clue what the hell is going on?” Kaminari whispers, a hand covering his mouth in an attempt to keep his question between himself and Kirishima. Kirishima tips his head as he watches you and Bakugou… talk? to each other on the loveseat just feet away.

“Honestly man,” the redhead sighs, tipping his head in thought. “No idea.”

“You want Aizawa to kill me?” Bakugou mumbles, gently rubbing your arm with his thumb. “Dumbass. Because he will.”

“Hmph..”

“Yeah, I should’ve expected you to say that.”

“Say what?” Kaminari whispers, the pitch turning into a whine, gentle fingers tugging at Kirishima’s tee-shirt. Kirishima shrugs and continues to watch the… conversation.

“Come on,” Bakugou pleads, “can’t I just give you some of my chips? I’ll take ya to get some snacks tomorrow, I promise-“

“Mmmmnnnn…”

Bakugou groans and tips his head back, blinking up at the ceiling as if trying to work up some strength. “Hey, idiots,” he grumbles, making the two of his friends tense up in fear; Kaminari visibly trembles, he hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, he just really wanted to know if you were okay-

“What time does that stupid convenience store close for the night?” The blonde asks, and Kirishima watches as your lips, peeking from Bakugou’s neck, curl up into a smile.

Kirishima shrugs, “I… think they’re 24 hours. Or at least open until real late. I think they stop making food at 1 am though.”

Bakugou groans. Kaminari sees you stifle your giggles, your fingers curling on his shirt. You grunt again, and Bakugou rolls his eyes.

“Fucking- fine.” He turns back to his friends with a snarled lip. “You dickheads want anything?”

“Uh…” Kaminari begins. “I’ll… take a strawberry juice, if you’re offering.”

“I’m not, but my insignificant other is.”

Kirishima chuckles, “I’ll take an egg roll. Thanks man.”

Bakugou gives a subtle nod and turns his head back down to you, “you’re coming with me-“

“Mmmnnnn…”

“Oh hell no!” He barks. “If I go down, you’re coming with me, you shitfuck!”

Once again, you laugh into his neck, and even if kaminari and kirishima don’t understand the dynamic, it feels good to see Bakugou smirk in your hair and nuzzle into you.

“Mmmuvyounnn.”

“Yeah yeah… love you, too, or something.”