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just…. hear me out (brainrot pt. 1)

Bakugou can usually control his more… mature…. emotions very well (he’s a nice boy :)). But here you are sitting on his lap, ankles locked at his back, giving him featherlight innocent kisses to his jaw and neck. And this man doesn’t know how to act. The actions your doing may seem insignificant and you wouldn’t expect it to get a rise out of him; However what you don’t realize is these aren’t just any ol kisses, theyre yours.

And while yes he normally has control over his body, right now he is a blushing mess just trying to make it by. Once you snuggle your head into the crook of his neck he finally takes a breath. Hearing the shaky sigh he emitted, you look up with concern. Bakugous eyes squeezed tight, and once he finally opens them, he looks anywhere but you. Did you do something wrong? God no, that couldn’t be further from the truth. You were doing everything right he is just trying to behave smh. But of course you being the sweetheart you are, take it as him being uncomfortable.

“oh gosh i’m so sorry, suki… didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…” you say in a small voice, searching his face for any signs of anger. Deciding that moving was best, you try to make your way to get up when his hands grab at your thighs to stop you. You give him your signature doe eyed head tilt in confusion, forcing him to explain himself.

“No, ya didn’t do anything wrong, baby. Honest. Just… give me a few minutes.” You notice the way his eyes wander down to where you sit hoping you would put two and two together.

He sees the lightbulb click in your head and now your the blushing mess.

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Could you do headcannons of Katsuki as a husband / in a developed realationship where he knows you better than anybody? THANKS <3

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Husband Bakugou

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His friends always complain about not knowing what to get their wives and girlfriends for their birthdays but he has absolutely no problem. He has a whole list of things that you have looked at for longer than usual or hinted that you wanted.

Bakugou will sometimes come home to you napping on the couch (which you hate doing because it hurts your back) but it just shows how long your day was and how tired you were. So in knowing this he will take his time carrying you to bed and changing you out of your work clothes so you’re more comfortable.

It’s almost creepy how often he can sense what you’re craving. Like you must have tell tale signs that mean you want onigiri because he will make it for you.

Also speaking on the note of food, you get cranky when you are hungry so sometimes when he takes you out for a quick meal and you are being snippy he knows it’s not because your mad at him, your belly’s just empty :( He will always keep his cool though and let you get past your hangry phase with a smile on his face (bc honestly he thinks it’s cute).

Bakugou wakes you up every morning with a “good morning beautiful” and a smile because he knows how much you like it when he praises/is sweet with you.

Will be extra protective in public because he sees how flustered and mesmerized with him you get when he is closed off to everyone but you.

He loves to show off his muscles for you whether it be just getting out of the shower or gym pictures he loves it. Only because he likes to have his beautiful wife ogle him for what he’s worked so hard for (and he knows how much of an added bonus you think it is that he’s hot)

Wants to tell you soon that he’s ready to build a family with you because you’ve been dying for it for forever. Dropping subtle hints about your friends getting pregnant or “look at this cute baby!” but he might not be quite ready so maybe a puppy to start.

Not only a baby but also the puppy thing. You want one so bad and he just watches you play with the dogs and do your little baby voice to coo at them because “suki they’re so cute!”

Bakugou knows you like the back of his hand. everything. the good the bad even the ugly and he might not say it enough but he can’t believe that he ended up with someone as perfect as you and he will love you till the day he dies, and all the lives after that.

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okay how do we feel about taking pictures w katsuki holding your boobs

like imagine you just bought this new furry top looking bra — jewels decorated down the sides of the straps, strings wrapped all around your body and a cute little silver heart centerpiece in the middle. you’re taking pictures in it for instagram when he walks in — crimson eyes raking over your figure as you pose in the mirror.

“what’re you doin princess” he gruffs walking towards you shirtless with some sweatpants on —taking his place behind you in the mirror hand resting on the open skin of your stomach. “m’ taking pictures, got a new top”. he hums pressing kisses to your neck sliding a palm up to cup the fur of the top. you move back a little giggling at him. “stop it kats m busy” you say trying to push him away — with the prettiest smile gracing your lips.

“m’ not doin nothing wanna take a picture too” which you know is a lie because you can feeling him smirking — but you do have something else in mind. “okay,” n now you can see his smirk grow wider until you move away from him untying your top and letting it fall. and the second you do his pupils dialite a little bit — adams apple bobbing the act catching him off guard before a grin tugging at his lips

“thought you wanted to take a picture” he tuts “i do! lemme show you” you move back into your previous spot infront of him taking his hands in yours and placing them over your breasts making your breath hitch at the feel of him calloused hands brushing over your pebbled nipples the skin soft. “like this” you say through a soft smile turning to face him and gauge his reaction grin faltering and a blush spreading across his cheeks as you turn back to the mirror with your phone in hand.

n being the little cheeky shit he is as soon as you’re about to take the picture he runs a finger over your nipple making a whine spill from you — your expression lewd while he has the biggest shit eating gin splitting his face in the picture — needless to say it’s one of his favorites.

i have this bad habit of seeing other peoples posts on here and then i want my fics to look like that and i just constantly change it

Could you please well if you don't want to that's fine but could you make a bakugo x y/n 18+ y/n getin prego🤐 i sound so sus but idc

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“does it feel good sweet girl?” his words matching the sweet sensation of his thrusts. every one sending your head into a frenzy.

“Cmon baby tell your suki how good it feels.” hot hands running down your body covered in a layer of sweat. The pair of you have been at it for hours, ever since you visited kirishima’s new baby it’s all you could think about. As you walked through the front door Katsuki’s hands were on you in a second.

“S-so good, S-ugh yes right there!” his thrusts slow for a moment as bakugou watches your eyes glisten over with tears. He gives one slow deep push into that special spot “here? you like it right here pretty girl?” one more thrust.

“Uh huh please suki please faster!” you whimper as your hips thrust on their own beneath him. he picks up speed, relishing in the feeling of your tight cunt getting even tighter, and soon he becomes close himself.

“Please inside suki wan a baby! wan make you a daddy-oh!” one final push and he was a goner, spilling his hot seed in your gummy walls with a moan of your name.

“whatever my girl wants, she gets.”

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Bakugou using a vibrator on you. that’s it just him being mesmerized by you falling apart from the vibrations of the toy.

Edit: OMG HIM FUCKING U WHILE HOLDING THE VIBRATOR TO UR CLIT. hollllyyyy fuck him fucking into your special spot perfectly and the vibrations are making you wriiiithhhheee in pleasure. he likes not only how tight and wet it makes you but when he thrusts in he can feel the vibrations against the base of his dick and that mf eats that shit up.

i need everyone to read this right now. so good.

most nights, katsuki will sit under the covers with his debriefing file and a blank, uninterested stare—flipping through the documents as you prance around the room getting ready for bed.

he’s seen you do this an endless amount of times, and has even been dragged into the commotion on numerous occasions—ending the night with a green face mask and a faux frown.

still, he doesn’t really get it.

of course, brushing your teeth is a given, and he won’t fuss about you washing your face—but the line has to be drawn somewhere, right?

pillow mist—the latest villain.

“babe, seriously?” he coughs, sitting up a bit as he sticks his tongue out and holds a hand over his throat. maybe, you went a little trigger happy with the black chamomile, but he’s being dramatic. “it’s in my fuckin’ mouth!”

“there’s an easy fix for that, y’know,” you smile, running your thumb and index finger across your lips in a zipping motion.

his eyes grow wide—not out of anger, or shock, but amusement. your smug comments are never ending and supremely annoying, but he fucking loves them—they’re cute. you’re cute.

he watches, tonguing at his cheek as you plop down in front of the large floor length mirror like a heathen—skincare splayed out in front of you.

you would do this in the bathroom, but you’ve been told not to by your boyfriend—who’s just looking to maximize his precious time with you, even if it means choking back the polluted air.

though he’d still argue that you are the only one who should be choking on anything while in the bedroom—not him.

“katsuki, stop that,” you laugh, catching his gaze through the reflection as your fingers run along your cheeks, working in your moisturizer.

“huh?”

stop what? existing? he’s just sitting there, hasn’t moved a muscle or opened his mouth in almost two whole minutes, and you’re telling him to stop? what the hell do you want from—

“you’re staring.”

oh, well—you’re wearing his shirt, the black long sleeve that hangs off your shoulder just a tad and drowns your hands in excess fabric. he gave you this shirt after your first night together, and while it’s no more than a piece of cotton—it’s special.

it reminds him of that morning, when you padded into the kitchen and asked what he was doing. he was making breakfast, obviously, but you insisted he come back to bed.

you were annoying, selfish—he had no more than an hour before he had to be at the agency, and you were asking him to skip the most important meal of the day to cuddle with you. unbelievable.

nevertheless, it was then that katsuki knew he was in love—with you passed out on his chest, in his shirt, just ten minutes before he had to leave.

so yes, he’s staring.

“am not,” he scoffs, keeping his eyes glued to you as you dab yet another cream onto your fingers. what the hell are you concocting over there? “i’m makin’ sure you don’t kill us with all that shit.”

if anyone were going to kill us—it would be you. the sentence pops into your head, but dies before it ever has a shot at tumbling out of your mouth.

maybe, that would’ve been something you said to the katsuki you first met years ago—but never to the one sitting in your bed right now. if you told the public what you did on that morning, you’re almost certain that half the population would be wondering how you lived to tell the tale—because no way in hell would the dynamight let that slide, right? everyone and their mother knows that his job as a pro hero is incredibly important to him.

but, not once in your relationship have you ever felt an ounce of unease, anxiety, anything, that’d make you doubt your safety for a single second—because you are more important to katsuki.

“you still with me?” he interrupts your selfish train of thought, pushing himself off the headboard to get a better look at your face. you’re a little zoned out. “fuckin’ fumes are gettin’ to you, huh?”

“i’m fine kats,” you grin, stepping back into reality as you screw the lid back onto your eye cream. you turn, sharing your smile with him.

“c’mere,” he rasps, leaning back onto his freshly scented pillow and discarding his papers onto the nightstand.

“or what?” you challenge, looking to rile him up a little before you inevitably go over there.

“you wanna find out?” he smirks, mind flooding with a tidal wave of lewd thoughts that he’s most definitely going to share with you later.

the voice in your mind screams yes, and you rise to your feet—shuffling over there in your slippers a little too eagerly, you’re sure.

you climb atop the covers and sit beside him—milliseconds away from opening your mouth to say something that would’ve gotten you into even more trouble—but he pulls you down for a kiss.

maybe he knew what was coming and saved you, or maybe this is you finding out. reason aside—he’s kissing you. slowly, his mouth moves against yours, and subtly, he tugs on the collar of your shirt—pulling you impossibly close.

“katsuki,” you sigh, running a thumb over his cheek as you lean your forehead against his. he’s pretty—strong, sharp features contrasting the softness behind his eyes. you know this look, it’s the same one he gave you that morning. gosh, how did you get so damn—

“hey,” he barks, grinning wide as he wraps a hand around your wrist. “you starin’ at me?”

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you’ve never really enjoyed sex. while that’s not really taboo to say as a woman (considering the vast & massive orgasm gap) you think you might as well give up at this point.

most guys that you’ve met are selfish and egotistical, in nature and in sexual prospects. they overrate their sexual experience, licking at a nipple slightly before plunging into your walls without a care for any telltale signs of arousal. was sex supposed to be painful and dry? either way, you were not interested in trying to disprove that hypothesis anymore. swearing to abstinence made more sense than try to fuck your way through a dry spell. nuh uh. never again.

when you start dating katsuki, you realise you can’t hold off on not doing the deed any longer. your boyfriend is an attractive, adonis of a man and the sexual tension is through the high angled roof of his penthouse whenever you come over to his place.

however it becomes every time, every single time, in which you deny his advances, push away at the brush of his pouty lips against your jaw, wriggling away from his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants, cutting off every passionate kiss with a pull of your teeth despite the damp spot that grows on your cotton panties. katsuki paid no mind to it at the beginning of your relationship; chalking it up to jitters and shyness.

but it gets to when you’re both in his bed together and it’s currently the furthest base you both have gotten to in regards to sexual endeavours. katsuki’s tongue delves deeper into your mouth and he uses an arm to wrap a leg around his waist. it’s only then when the gravity of the situation hits you. you panic and katsuki can feel you stiffening up.

katsuki pulls apart from the kiss and the hurt of the constant rejections is apparent through the furrow of his gold blond brows and the slight, dejected frown stretched across his lips.

“i get it,” katsuki huffs, breaking apart from your hold to get up and leave.

you panic again, and this time your heart sinks at the thought of katsuki leaving because of your constant shot downs and you sit up to pull him back down but the man is fast and he’s practically hulk so you decide on running in front of him to stop him.

you know you should’ve explained this to him before to prevent all of this stupid confusion but it’s embarrassing; the idea that you’ve never gotten off through sex even though you’re the furthest thing from a virgin. and even if you told him this half baked story, what would change? would he be any different from the others?

looking up at the red irises that bore into you so deeply and expectantly, you sigh. you finally tell him why you’ve been so avoidant to his advances with an indignant, worried wave of your hands, “it’s not you, it’s me”, and ,“i’ve never orgasmed through penetrative stimulation.”

katsuki raises a brow and you have to cover your face to hide the blooming pink spreading across your face when you tell him that “sex has just never been enjoyable for me… ‘m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

much to your surprise, you feel two hands pull at your waist before pulling your hands down off your face and the blond above you is smirking, so deliciously that your thighs subconsciously rub against it each other to prevent the ache that’s growing between them.

it’s also how you found yourself sat opposite his bedroom mirror, leaning against his bed with spread legs and with your back pressed against katsuki’s bare chest and your hands resting on his muscled forearms. all of your clothes are somewhere strewn across his bedroom - honestly, you can’t even care to remember, with the way your boyfriend has two fingers angled and dipped inside your dripping cunt.

it’s so noisy and so wet, and you should be flustered by it but with every squelch of his fingers dragging along the walls of your pussy, he brushes against that soft, cakey spot inside you and you’re already spasming. is this the third? the fourth? you don’t know how many times you’ve creamed all over his thick fingers and you can’t bring yourself to even look at the mess you’re definitely making.

but you can hear, no, feel how turned on katsuki is behind you. to think he’s the first man to ever make you feel this good, to make you orgasm so many times that you’re delirious with pleasure? he was going to ruin you so that whenever you were out and about without him, you’d think of him pressing his thumb languidly against your clit while he added another finger to stretch you out, to barrage an attack against the gooey spot inside your cunt until you couldn’t take it anymore.

katsuki drags his thumb off your clit to pinch at your nipple and to grab softly at your jaw so that you could see what he was doing to you in the mirror. the constant ministrations already have you hurtling towards another climax, if the erratic movements and heady gush of your cunt had anything to tell him.

“jus’ like that, princess,” he coos, “how about one more f’me? then i’ll give you my cock. how’s that sound, pretty girl?”

your bleary, wet eyes blink up at him and you weakly nod, as if you’re in a trance and katsuki chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before moving his fingers again.

he really was going to be the death of you.

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Through The Ages

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You and Katsuki had been by each others side your entire lives, and that it shall stay.

“Y/n,” your mother looks up to your father, “y/n” your father repeats lovingly as she smiles softly.

Your parents gazed back down at their newly born baby girl, your sleeping face melting their hearts as they watched.

The agonizing wait went by until the moment they could finally take their precious little one home for the first time. Wrapping you up gently, the nurse lead you parents to their car, preparing to leave.

The first outsiders to see you are friends of your parents and their little boy, katsuki bakugou.

At four you and katsuki start your daily excursions out into the wild. Exploring the woods behind your houses and the creek that runs through, eyes filled with wonder at the scene. That’s where you found the old oak tree, a massive one in fact, buried in a flower field as far as your little eye could see. From then on out it was your spot, the two of you would venture off everyday after lunch to just sit and make flower crowns.

It’s the same place at six when katsuki first kissed you. He had seen his parents do it and got curious, so as confidently as he could muster, he turns to you and asks, “y/n have you ever kissed anyone?” You tilt your head like a confused puppy and speak, “No, don’t know how to katsu,” you look at him with the most innocent look in your eyes as you wait for his response.

“Me neither, wonder what the big deal is. It looks so gross, yuck” he says sticking his tongue out of his mouth in disgust. You giggle at him making his cheeks flush. “W-wanna try it? J-just to see what it’s like…” he continues. Nodding your head slightly, you turn, sitting on your knees facing him. In a weak voice you finally mutter an, “okay,” Both of you lean forward placing a chaste kiss on the others lips, pulling away flushed.

At eleven you finally told the blonde your feelings for him under the oak tree. The older boy didn’t quite understand his feelings yet, but knew there were at least some; so when you confessed he felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. Not really doing anything but sitting with what you’d heard and continuing on as normal.

At fourteen is when katsuki asked you out for the first time. He waited for you after school, kicking the rocks on the gravel path as he nervously paces. When you eventually show up by his side, he grows even sweatier than usual. The two of you walk in a comfortable silence until he stops in his tracks, hoping to signal you to do the same. When you notice he isn’t beside you anymore, you turn to face him.

“Everything okay Katsu?” Your voice echos through his head like a sweet melody he never wants to end. When he doesn’t respond you take a step forward and reach your hand up to his forehead to feel for a temperature. He stops your hand midway and brings it to his heart. Feeling the fast beats on your palm, you slowly look up to the blonde in confusion.

“See what you do to me woman?” Katsuki says in a gruff voice before continuing, “Can’t seem to shake it, thought that maybe if we waited, it would die down, but it never did.” He stares down at you with pleading eyes praying you know what he’s trying to say.

“Katsu…” You say quietly, smiling like a dork up at him.

“Gonna make me stand here like an idiot and just say my name or are you gonna respond?” He says growing more embarrassed.

“Wanna hear you say it!” You retort, taking a step closer to him.

“You are so difficult. Shit, y/n, will you go on a date with me… or whatever.”

And even now, with him kneeling in front of you at twenty-one, ring in hand, asking you for your hand in marriage; You never once thought to break away from him. Glued at the hip since you were too young to speak, cut to katsuki bakugou wanting you to be by him for the rest of your lives and all the ones after that.