Dating Virgin!pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki And Taking It Slow So You Don’t Scare Him Off !!!!!!!!! (demisexual

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a/n: okay so one thing everyone knows about me is that Tangled is my ALL time favourite movie. like it’s number one, and the boat scene has me crying every single time but i just watched the little mermaid and that boat scene had me giggling like a five year old again so i think i’ve got a thing for romantic boat rides idk. this just popped into my head and it’s v unedited cause my computer is fucked and i’m lazy and i’ll wrote it properly one day but for now please enjoy some bakugou fluff

okay so very early on into your relationship with Katsuki you have a marathon of all your favourite movies (mostly disney, studio ghibli, the occasional super hero/action movie thrown in) but it’s your reaction to the boat scene from Tangled that is imprinted on Bakugou’s brain. The way you clutched at his arm and mouthed along to all the words, smile wide as Eugene and Rapunzel leaned in for the kiss. Everything about you being completely absorbed was beyond adorable and that’s when the idea popped into Katsuki’s head.

Two and half years into the relationship is when he pops the question. Setting up a boat complete with flowers and lanterns (he even calls in a favour with the local council to recreate the endless amount of lanterns in the sky) anyway, there he is once again staring at you so full of love that he almost just blurts out the question.

“hey, so remember when I told you about wanting to be number one hero?” his voice is thick as he swallows the lump that forms in the back of his throat.

you turn your attention from the sky full of lanterns. “Is that why were out here? Did you get the spot?” you bounce your knees excitedly.

“well, no but… remember how it was my dream?” Katsuki can feel his cheeks blushing.

your eyes narrow and he can practically see the wheels turning in your head as you connect the dots.

“no, you’re not- Bakugou, I” you shake your head as you finally register what is happening. “you’re not going to do this and make a joke, ‘Suki that’s mean”

“can you shut up and let me talk please?” the words are soft as he reaches into his jacket pocket.

your eyes follow his hand, tears starting to roll down your cheeks.

“I had a dream which I honestly thought i’d never reach and i was always second guessing everything each time i was beat out and you know how upset i get over it but i don’t care about that anymore” fingers grip the small box. “I don’t care about it because I have a new dream. You”

you sniffle and grab onto Katsuki’s free hand. “ ‘Suki…”

He shakes his head, knowing if he deviated from his planned script he would burst into tears. “My new dreams is to be with you and live with you and love you until we’re old and have a million grandkids. I don’t care about anything else, you’re it and I- fuck, this is so hard” his voice breaks as tears start to fall. “I love you so much and I never want to be without you so please, marry me.”

Reporter: Whats your boy count? Bakugou: *has never done it and is a pro-hero* Yes.

yes but also once he meets you that man is giving you the best sex of your life.

just a mutuals appreciation post i <3 you

even as a worm? - Bakugou Katsuki x reader

｡ₓcharacters: Bakugou Katsuki x reader ｡ₓcontent: canonverse! FLUFF!! ｡ₓsummary: onset shenanigans with pro hero Katsuki ｡ₓword count: 480 ｡ₓa/n: NOT PROOFREAD! Aged up/pro hero Bakugou

You’ve been on the interview circuit all day with Katsuki. The clock now reaching seven pm, your aching cheeks and growling stomach were begging for this day to be over, and as if the gods heard your silent prayers, you were both informed this would be the last interview of the day.

Katsuki sighs next to you and slumps into the couch that had been your home for the day. As if forgetting where you both were, he reaches out to play with your hair. Wrapping a lock around his index finger, Katsuki twirls the hair before pushing it back behind your ear with a softness only shown behind your apartment door. He trails his fingers over your cheek and down your jaw, palm flattening over your skin to cup your face, and only after he moves slightly forward as if to lean in for a kiss does he stop and pull back.

“Did'ya wake up?” you tease the now blushing pro-hero. Katsuki shakes away the haze that had filled his head, blinking a few times before dragging his hands over his face. “I-fuck. I’m so tired.”

“If you keep doing that, you’re gonna get wrinkles.” You wrap your fingers around his wrist and try to pull them away, but Katuski doesn’t budge.

“If I get wrinkles, will they stop making me do these stupid interviews?” His voice is muffled.

You hum as if thought before finally answering. “You’ll probably get more. You’ll be seen as a wise old hero who appeals to all ages of fangirls.”

Katsuki groans and pulls his hands away from his face. Your hand slips from his wrist to entwine with his fingers. The rough calluses and scars from years of raining and work are comforting as you squeeze his hand.

“But would you still love me if I have wrinkles?” Bakugou turns to you.

“I’d love you even if you were a worm,” you swear and push up from your spot to press a loving kiss against his cheek.

Katsuki scoffs. “Really? A worm?”

“Mhmm. A slimy, old, wrinkly worm.”

He turns his face to yours. Eyebrows furrowed in disbelief before bursting into giggles. “You freak” He kisses your nose. “Worm fucker”

You start to laugh even as you kiss him quickly. Katsuki returns the kiss, now laughing with you as you giggle into each other’s mouths.

“Alright, love birds, we’re on in 30. Either keep going on national tv or stop it” The producer’s voice cuts through your moment.

Bakugou kisses you once more before pulling away. He lets go of your hand but places it gently in your lap before settling into his spot on the couch.

“I’d love you too,“ he mumbles.

"As a worm?” you tease, a smile forming on your lips.

“As a worm,” he confirms and winks at you, which has you beaming up at him.

“Alrighty. Live in 3, 2, 1.”

Showering with Katsuki

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Tags: Sfw, suggestive, fem!reader, drabble, naked people of course, and mention of his d/ck lol, domestic tings

“Oi move over.”

His presence doesn’t discomfort you, but you give him a playful look of indignation anyways. “Get your own shower.”

“Shut up.” As he steps in he gives you a quick peck, then brings his arms around himself waiting for you to share the water. “It’s cold.”

Ever the dramatic, you cave to his displays and move over. Only slightly, so he still has to press up against you. He doesn’t mind of course, gladly pushing himself so your bodies meet.

He lets out a content hiss when he starts to heat up and audibly moaning when he his shoulders relax.

“Alright drama queen, we still have places to be.” You break him out his daze with a tap to his chest. Which he responds with his own tap, and grope, and massage.

“Okay okay, seriously, we have to be out by ten.” You laugh, grabbing his wrist to physically stop the ever so lascivious bastard.

“I know that woman.” He splashes you with the water. When is he ever late. “Pass?” He nods to the body wash.

He lathers it onto his body, scrubbing harshly as he always does. You frown for a moment and he rolls his eyes in compliance, slowing down to not upset the skin.

Katsuki expects it’s as hard for you to keep your mind pure as it is for him. Even after all this time, having seen everything of one another, he’ll never get used to the sight.

You’ll never either and he loves to exploit that. Making a slight show of the way he brushes between his thighs, he soaps himself languidly. You glare at him, trying not to smile.

“Want me to do your hair?” Ignoring his antics, you squirt the shampoo into your hands. You raise them to him, already knowing his answer.

As anticipated he ducks down a little, letting your fingers sink into the blond mess. Although he’d never admit it, nothing in the world could ever beat the feeling of your fingers in his hair. How you massage gently and make sure that the shampoo doesn’t drip.

He even moans when you get to the back of his neck, scratching slightly as you do. If anything he should be glaring at you. You must know how much that riles him up. Eventually you pull away, much to his discontent and grab a bottle of conditioner.

“Haven’t done mine yet either.” Instinctively he presents a hand, letting you dollop it on. Then you do the same for yourself.

He lets his head drop once again, so it’s easier for you to reach, then lifts his own hands to sift through your hair.

For all your rushing, you end up taking time to massage each other. Even as the water starts to run cold and your fingers begin to prune, it’s hard to let go.

But an alarm rings and the two of you stop with a groan.

Taking the shower head off it’s stand, he quickly makes work in washing you both over. Of course, like the annoying boyfriend he is, he sprays you directly in the face a few times, finding enjoyment in how you sputter like a kitten falling into milk. And of course like the annoying girlfriend you are, when you step out, you whip him with the towel, hollering each time. He shudders at the remembrance of his days in the UA locker rooms.

There’s only one towel in the little bathroom of your flat, unlike his where there’s shelves of them stacked neatly. It’ll be all yours soon anyways, but for now, the towel in your hand? Is his.

“Stop it!” You squeal as he reaches out to grab it. You somehow avoid him, clutching the fabric behind you. “Get your own!”

“You’re literally about to wear my hoodie.” He scoffs, pointing at where your clothes hang. “Give me it.”

There’s a back and forth of growls and giggles but the two of you finally settle on sharing. First comes the hair. After Katsuki’s done with his, he shoves it over you. When you go to dry yourself, he’s already ruffling it. If you weren’t shrouded in sudden darkness, you’d see the impish grin plastered on his face. He’s so very annoying. Then, he wipes himself down, doing the same of you, even when you protest.

Katsuki hadn’t actually brought clothes with him, so he fastens the towel around his waist. He leans against the wall, while watching you moisturise and dress. It’s not meant to be sensual, but he finds that he has to will himself down.

Through his own growing haze, he notices the flicker of your eyes, looking at him every few seconds.

The sight of him. Dripping, his hair hangs heavy over his eyes. There’s a flush under his skin, from the shower and his fluster. And the small towel around his waist hardly does anything to cover him. Even though you’d just seen him bare, somehow he was still so tantalising. Like the attempt at modesty made him all the more attractive.

Katsuki already knows what you’re about to suggest, he can see it as you approach him for a kiss.

“Nah.” He chuckles lightly, swerving to let your kiss to land on his cheek. “We’re gonna be late.”

Sorry for the repost but I am not showing up in the tags at all, I even checked through another account and am so so confused 😭 am I shadow banned?? Is that even a thing here?? And if so, WHY?!?! Like Idm the engagement I just wanna be in da tags!! I think it’s sorted now doe!

Also Idk if the kitten metaphor made sense, I was thinking about those pictures of cats that had fallen face first into their food and was laughing lol

Guys i need help. i’m getting acrylic nails for the first time and idk what to pick. I have a general idea of what i want like ik i want them to be purple and almond/oval shaped but what design

plz comment which number u like best :)

guys i said this in a reblog and not on here i goofed up but i kept looking and found one that i really really like. i will get number 2 next tho cause that seems to be the most popular one! n e ways here are the ones i picked i want them a lil longer but other than that PERFECT

can someone please find me the fic of you bad mouthing yourself and bakugou goes over each part of your body and why he loves it and then makes you feel good when he gets to the more intimate parts?? please please pleaaaasee

I KNOW I TELL YOU GUYS TO READ A LOT OF STUFF BUT PLEAAAAASERE THIS IS SO HOT

mdni.

thinking about roommate bakugou who is so tired of hearing you whining in the room just next to his, so sick of the buzzing of what he knows is your favourite wand & how it just doesn’t satisfy you enough because you’re trying for so long to cum.

he can hear the bed shift when you try a new position to hurry things along, can hear you curse when it’s just not doing it for you. if he wasn’t so hyper-focused on you, he might’ve missed the way you’re moaning for something bigger over the noise of his wet cock in his hand whilst he aggressively strokes himself.

it’s like that most nights, him cumming hard on himself to the sound of when you finally hit your high and you’re cumming, loud. he’s pretty certain that you know he can hear you, but you don’t seem to care when he hears you finally relax, then padding over to your bathroom to clean yourself up.

but tonight is different, the familiar hum of your vibrator has been on for a while, much longer than you usually take to reach your peak. he wonders if you’ve maybe just left it on, huffing at himself for realising how fucking creepy it is that he’s trying to read your movements through the fucking wall.

that is until he hears you sigh, long and loud and dripping with annoyance. he hears a faint “can’t even cum,” along with a sentence that’s much quieter and harder for him to hear but he’s not really focusing anymore. he’s focused on the fact you can’t cum anymore from your toys, making your little clit all numb to the vibrations and ruining your own orgasm.

doesn’t even stop himself from getting up and out of bed, tugging up his sweatpants to his hips and making his way out of his room and straight to yours. doesn’t even knock either, just opens the door to hear you squeal and attempt to cover yourself up. but it’s too late, he saw the copious amount of slick coating your thighs and the wet patch on the towel you’ve laid out, never mind the impressive amount of toys you’ve got on your bed that have got clear signs of usage.

“katsuki!” you try to sound stern, but it wavers when you see the clear outline of his fat cock in his sweatpants and the wet patch forming where his tip must be. he’s smirking at you when you reach his eyes, making quick steps towards the edge of the bed to grab ahold of your ankle and yanking you down hard enough to twist the blankets off of your body.

he has you splayed out for him, your legs spread to expose your dripping wet slit to the cool air and he’s staring. unashamed with it too, he’s practically drooling over the state your pussy is in. you’re fucking soaked, and you still couldn’t cum? tsk.

“heard you whinin’ and sighing through the wall princess,” he starts, voice laced in thick arousal as he ruts his clothed cock against you to see the wet imprint you leave behind. “you need someone t’make you cum, hm?”

you should really say no, he is your roommate after all and if you let him fuck you then wouldn’t that blur some lines? make things complicated? but every time he rolls his hips forward, catching your swollen clit against the ridge of his cock, the worries melt out of your brain.

“please,” you pout a little, sounding extra needy because if he keeps doing that thing with his hips then you’re going to end up cumming and it’ll be all for nothing.

“please what? hm?” he bites his bottom lip when you whine, your hips jerking a little and he can see your stomach tense up when he ruts a little harder against you. “tell me what you want baby, and i’ll give it to ya.”

you abandon the embarrassment, opting to roll your hips a little in tandem with his and making him the one to moan at the pressure you’re applying. “wan’ you to fuck me, please, wanna cum on your cock.” it’s filthy, the words you say but the fire that sets alight in katsuki’s eyes when he meets your fucked out gaze with a wolfish grin.

“since you asked so nicely,” he grins and finally letting go of one of your thighs to pull and tug his sweatpants down to let his cock spring out and slap against his thigh because of how fucking big and heavy it is, you can’t stop yourself from staring at it with wide eyes, is it even going to fucking fit? seemingly catching the look in your eye, his hand wraps around the base of his cock as he gently glides it through your wetness, gathering it at his tip to tap it against your clit to watch you jolt.

“don’t worry baby, we’ll make it fit.” is all he says before he’s angling his hips down a little, enraged red head of his cock catching against your entrance before he’s rolling his hips forward fluidly with a low groan that matches your moan of ecstasy at being stretched out by his length.

he gives shallow thrusts until he’s buried deep inside of you, his hips flush against your own and your thighs twitching at his sides from where he’s holding them. he tucks your legs over his arms before effortlessly folding you in half, his face now just hovering over yours. his hips still giving slow but deep experimental rolls to feel the way your walls flutter and cling to him for dear life.

“so fuckin’ tight, keep squeezing me like that and ‘m not gonna last princess.” he tenses his jaw when you subconsciously squeeze him at his words, just the thought of making him cum enough to get you off.

“can’t help it, ‘s too big.” you mumble back, and he’s grinning again despite the strain in his body to stop himself from exploding inside of you. his lips brush against yours when he leans a little closer, exchanging soft pants before he stills deep inside of you.

you think he might actually be struggling to hold on but then he starts a pace that’s almost vicious, downright mean with how his balls slap against the curve of your ass and the rough trail of blonde hair just above his cock is rubbing against your clit harshly. you moan loud, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he shifts his body slightly and barrelling the head of his cock into the one spot that has your entire body going rigid.

“g’nna cum pretty girl? yeah? wanna feel you cum all over my cock,” he groans when your thighs start to twitch against his biceps and how you’re squeezing him somehow much tighter than earlier, he throws his weight around a little more to make sure he breaks past the strong grip you have on him. “cum for me, c’mon.”

and you do, throwing your head back and arching your back as little as you can in the mating press he has you in and you’re spasming wildly around his length as he continues to fuck you through your initial relief and throwing you right into your next one that’s almost painful from how quickly you approached it. “f-fuck, ‘ki, too much, ‘s too much!” you finally manage to get out after your entire body seized up in pure ecstasy.

“just a little more, ‘m so close,” he moans sinfully against your parted lips, his body drenched in sweat and all his muscles bunched tight before he’s losing sense of rhythm and throwing himself head first into what he might think is one of his best orgasms in a long time. he whines, actually whines, when his cock twitches and starts to release his hot white seed deep inside your walls with each thrust of his hips, fucking it impossibly deeper until he can’t anymore.

his body lowers itself over yours, still aware of how he could crush you beneath him as he lets your legs loose from the grip you had and you both groan at the wet feeling of his cum being forced out from you around his cock. he breathes in deep when his nose buries itself into your hair, letting himself relax as your fingers stroke gentle patterns up and down his sides. “i’ll clean up in a second, lemme just..” he doesn’t have to finish his sentence for you to know what he means.

you kiss against his collarbone, then his shoulder, basking in the after-sex smell and the thought that maybe this could turn out for the better.

anyway i wrote this instead of making myself lunch, hope you enjoyed 🥰

this kinda tmi but i want a good 20 y/o katsuki who’s just absolutely shredded n so much bigger than me to fuck the living shit out of me