Cw. Masochism, Blood, Marks, Smut (MDNI)

i actually fucking hate life 😁

Mmm, look at you.  Is your cute little clitty getting hard from the slide of my fingers in your hole?  It’s almost like you want more, the way you keep pushing back against my hand.   There’s no mistaking how aroused you get when I fingerfuck you, but you’ll have to hold out a bit longer.  Be good for me and hold on, let me curl my fingers up and rub that spot inside of you– oh, you liked that, didn’t you?  Look at the mess you’re making.  Good girl.

send me bakugou fluff posts. plz.

can i please get a bakugou x fem!reader who is alone on valentine’s day at a bar and her toxic ex walks in and she has to pretend to be dating anyone 🥺🥺🥺

YES YES YES

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What else were you supposed to do when your asshole ex walked in?

To put it simply, you hated valentine's day. When you’re alone that is, which also happens to be the case today. So, as most people do when they’re lonely, you make your way to the nearest bar to drown out your sorrow. This wasn’t how you had expected to spend the love filled day, about a month ago you were still in a relationship, well that’s before you came home one night and see your asshole ex-boyfriend trying to pack up and leave with some bimbo while you were at work.

As you walk in and make a beeline for the bar seating, a sigh leaves your lips at the multitudes of people in there like a nightclub, all of which had the same idea as you. Not even thinking you just take the closest seat to you not caring who was by you. Finally, being able to order your drink and take the first swig was the best thing that had happened that week, well until you hear the familiar taunting voice. Looking at the door with wide eyes you see him, the breath leaves your lungs and you're frantically looking for an escape. He can’t see you, not here alone, not moping the way you are. Without thinking you turn to the stranger next to you finally taking in your surroundings.

The words come out all at once all blurred together in a hurried state, “Look I know you don’t know me but that guy over there was horrible to me, and he can’t know I'm here by myself or god knows what will happen. So please please pleaaase help me.” You whisper to the significantly larger male next to you. He says nothing in response and looks over your shoulder at your ex.

“Fine. But you owe me another drink.” He says in a gruff, deep voice. You spring up from your sitting place and fling yourself on him for a hug, “Oh thank you, thank you so much!” When you come to your senses you push yourself off him while muttering an apology, to which he just shrugs. “Oh, and by the way my name’s-”

“Y/N! Hey doll, what’re ya doin here?!” There it was, the dreaded moment you had been waiting for. The stranger sees the discomfort in your eyes, and he immediately puts a comforting hand on the small of your back. He had been nicer to you in two minutes than your ex had been in two years.

“Oh? What’s this doll? Had to get a rebound guy to get over me huh?” He coos in a sickly-sweet voice that just made you deflate even more. “I-I-”

“Aw, all choked up to see me too. How sweet!” The stranger could watch any longer before he stood up showing his heroic body in all its glory. You didn’t notice it before, but he was attractive, very attractive, standing at about 6’7 and a massive build, he was practically a god.

He steps in front of you in a protective manner, now towering over your ex. You see the life leave his eyes at how much larger the male is.

“What you had to get a bodyguard to protect you cause you’re so scared of me? Tch whatever have her, she’s a worthless whore anyways.” The statement makes your fists curl around the back of his shirt as tears well in your eyes.

At this point the whole bar has gone quiet at the scene, the stranger gently removes your clinging form before he roughly grips your ex by his collar and personally escorts him outside. With him screaming and kicking like a toddler with a tantrum. He throws him out the door watching him land on the hard concrete with a thud before speaking,

“If you ever so much as look at her again, your ass is mine.” Unsure of why he felt so obligated to stand up for you, he shakes the feeling, hearing the entire establishment clapping with pride for the man.

“You are a lifesaver!!! I can’t tell you how thankful I am! Um excuse me can I get another one of whatever he’s having?” You ask the bartender.

“S’no problem. S’what heroes do.” He says while sitting back down.

“H-hero?” Your voice shrinking a bit as you speak. To that he turns to smirk at you before saying, “Katsuki Bakugou, or better known as Dynamight, nice to be of service pretty.” He watches your jaw fall open as he takes the first sip of his new drink. Oh he’s gonna love having you around.

When Sparks Fly

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wc: 1.2k

cw: dry humping, dom bkg, dirty talk, pet names, praiiiiiiseeee!!! lmk if i missed anything!

synopsis: Sex with him feels electric, especially the desperate kind

mdni

You were being such a good girl for him while he was away on a mission, always calling him the same time of night, taking care of your shared apartment, but most importantly, not touching yourself. His sweet honest girl that would cry to him on the phone whining about how she “can’t cum without him” was the real tell tale sign you were telling the truth. Because in all honesty he thought you were gonna break, a month is a long time to go without falling apart at the hands of your lover, or well any hands for that matter, but he knew you were good for him. So good. Which is why tonight, after all that waiting, he’s finally gonna take you like he’s dreamt about for so long.

He so badly just wanted to lunge across the table and rip off your beautiful expensive dress to fuck you right there, wandering eyes be damned. But he was a man of patience and he wanted to make you feel good, put your needs first instead of his for once… aka give you the best “I missed you” sex of your life. Bakugou was absolutely determined that by the end of the night you would be crying on his cock after cumming an absurd amount of times at his will.

“Suki are you okay? You’ve been staring at me this whole time.” You shyly speak, worry lacing your tone.

His eyes wrack up and down your body once more before he gives the ridiculously sexy smirk that you adore. Bakugou leans forward eyes clouded with lust to whisper in your ear, “Just thinking about you crying on my cock.” He kisses your neck innocently to make it seem like a family friendly conversation however you knew it was anything but.

A dark blush spreads to the tips of your ears and you turn your head away in embarrassment. “S-suki not here… you just got back.” Your tone has a little whine to it but he sees past the stubbornness straight into the pure desire you felt for him.

“So then lets leave. We both knew where it was gonna end up anyways so let’s just skip to the part we’ve both been dying for baby.” He grabs your hand to practically drag you out of the fancy establishment all the way to his nice car, you know the kind with a roaring engine that would make the average person say he was over compensated for something.

He ripped open the door for you, even making a point to buckle you himself so he could smother you with one last kiss before he drove you home. Bakugou races home probably breaking about thirty laws in the process but it was all worth it when he pulled into the driveway, relief finally settling in knowing what was to come.

He opens the door for you once more gently taking your hand to guide you inside. The two of you meet for a sloppy, desperate kiss. Tongues exploring one another’s mouths as his big hands paw at your ass. You keep moving backwards until your back runs into what you could only assume to be a wall and for the first time in forever he speaks.

“Jump baby, c’mon gotta feel you closer.” He near whimpers. Following his command you hop up into his strong hold, dress hiking up in the process. Now you can feel it, what you’ve been aching for for the past four weeks. Bakugou’s dick was positioned perfectly at your entrance, the only thing blocking it was his slacks and your panties but that could be fixed right?

You reach down to pathetically claw at his pants in an attempt to will them off magically. “S-suki please take- take them off. Needa feel you, want you in me now.” You beg and a low grumbly chuckle falls from his lips.

“Nah, I wanna take my time with you, gonna make my pretty girl feel so good yeah?” The first slow grind of his hips against yours makes you shudder at the pleasure. “Ah fuck yeah.” You sigh out just letting him take control of everything with little to no setback.

The deliberate, calculated ruts of his hips have your head lulling to the side the a dopey smile etched across your features. Bakugou kisses down your neck with opened mouth movements, tongue seemingly moving in tandem with his hips. The button of his pants catching perfectly on your clit with each passing movement making it all the more enjoyable. Suddenly you were caught off guard by him taking you over to the couch where he sets you back down on him, perched perfectly on his across his strong thighs straddling him. However during the transition all of the moving stopped, now resorting to wet kisses placed across his neck as his hands rest on your thighs.

The more time that passed the more impatient he became, trying to subtly nudge you to move again. Once again taking matters into his own hands, he roughly ruts his hips up into yours, jolting your body from the unexpected feeling. “Gotta move, sweetheart. G-go on, thaaaat’s it, fuck.” He curses as you begin to once more, grind yourself into him. Bakugou grips your thighs harder, one hand even moving to to rub your ass, guiding you into him more. He loves the way your head falls back in pleasure, the way your hips have a mind of their own continuously chasing the euphoric feeling of him. You move faster as he pulls you to move harder, making the noises that come from your mouth uncontrollable at this point.

“God fuck, you feel so good katsu, m-more please. I-I think i’m close su-ah suki.” He looks up into your eyes for the first time in a while seeing them glossed over, clouded with lust and more importantly love. The look of pure adoration that you could only feel for him. One of his hands softly guides itself up your body to grip your jaw to being your mouth back to his, kissing you with more raw emotion than he could have ever expressed with words. “You can cum, pretty. Go ahead sweets, you can do it, do it for your suki”

That was the final push to make your body convulse with pleasure, cumming in your underwear all over his nice slacks. He holds you against him as you catch your breath before speaking again

“Gonna show you how much I missed you.” You were in for a long night.

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@trafalgar-lau @mybabekatsuki @loving-katsuki @ariavaana @melaniebakugo @keyz-writes @kuleo26 @sirensuki @theweasleysrule

amelia my love! I have a request, so I’m going to travel to visit family in Mexico soon. So I was wondering if you could write some headcanons for me. I have really bad flight anxiety and i have to drink some heavy anxiety meds that make me all woozy. So can you write on how bakugou would comfort his gf who is very anxious about flying. thank you sm I’m advance :) !!!

sending you lots of love and hugs lovely <3

i love you smooch smooch <3

I had to look up symptoms of anxiety (bc i’m not sure if i have it or not) but i really hope i did this right

Girlfriend that’s anxious about flying

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He would try to make you as calm as possible the days leading up to your flight, trying to get you to cuddle with him, have you watch movies to take your mind off of it, make your favorite meals.

Your man bkg is riiich rich so you already know he has that private plane so that you didn’t have to sit next to insufferable strangers while you were already having a hard time.

Holds your hand the entire way. He just wants you to know that he’s there with you and as long as that’s the case you’re safe.

He will notice you start to get jittery before the plane takes off, bouncing your leg up and down frantically, and he will nest his hand on your thigh to gently get you to stop while whispering how “you’re doin so good, pretty. so good”

Once you seem to be scatterbrained he will take the liberty to let you pick out a movie, any movie you want to watch and he’ll watch it while holding you.

Once your movie is over however you are immediately reminded of your current situation but your so tired. And he sees your eyes fluttering then jolting back open desperately trying to not fall asleep. So he will tell you stories to make your mind feel at ease so you can finally get some shut eye

Makes sure that you’re drinking water and eating your food. He prepacked your favorite snacks for you to munch on because he’ll be damned if your anxious and hungry.

His poor girl just wants to get there already so she can get off this damn plane :( he’s never wanted to kill an inanimate object more than at this moment.

When the plane has some turbulence you’re practically shaking in his hold as you bury your head in his chest trying to make the bad thoughts go away. “‘S okay sweets, just a bit of turbulence we’re gonna be fine. Happens on all flights. Okay?” to which you nod your head still clutching onto his shirt.

When you start to feel nauseous he will personally escort you to the bathroom and just be there with you in case you do throw up. (he is NOT letting you throw up in one of those barf bags they give you. yuck.)

Overall he is very good at taking care of you when you get like this because it’s apart of his boyfriendly duties 😤 and he just wants the best for his pretty girl.

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Stuck in a constant dilemma between Bakugou with a vocal reader, covering your mouth and hissing "Nuh uh, not this time. I wanna see how long you can keep your pretty mouth shut"

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Bakugou with a usually quiet reader, blowing your back out and barking, "Yeah, that's it baby- louder. Lemme hear you fuckin' scream"

[2:47pm]

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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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?”

|♡| Phone Sex |♡|

Feat. Tanaka Ryunosuke x F!Reader, Bokuto Kotaro x F!Reader, Tendou Satori x F! Reader

Description: Due to your loving boyfriend being in a different continent for personal reasons, you had been feeling quite lonely in your once shared apartment. You hadn’t expected him to come back for at least another three weeks, which almost seemed unbearable. You two had been keeping contact with innocent skype calls and text messages, until recently when things between the two of you get steamy through the screen. 

Rating: Smut

Disclaimer: Sexting, Mutual Masturbation,  Established Relationship, Long Distance?, Desperation, Mentions of Punishment, Brief Insecurities  Word Count: 2,681

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|♡| Tanaka Ryunosuke |♡|

“Miss you”

The short text has you smiling to yourself, kicking your feet at the edge of your bed as your boyfriend continues to complain about how tiresome this trip was and how much he wished he was in bed with you. It wasn’t long before your perverse boyfriend turned his sweet messages into provocative texts, hinting strongly to send him nude photos of yourself. 

“It’s fine if you dont wanna bby, just need a little motivation is all” He sends immediately after, noticing your lack of response. “Are the ones I sent before now cutting it?” You anxiously type the reply to which Tanaka is quick to respond. 

“Ofc, but you know I cant help but want more. I wanna see you.” 

You were always nervous about taking pictures. Always second-guessing your pose or hating on your expression. You had never felt like you were photogenic, and nudes seemed to only strengthen this insecurity despite Tanaka fucking it away numerous times before. 

But you knew your boyfriend, who was completely devoted and obsessed with your character. Just the slightest flash of skin and Tanaka would run laps and have slobber hang from his mouth. He was never shy about how attractive he thought you were. 

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