“me Time” And It’s Just Lay In Bed Reading Fanfiction For Hours

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body swap quirks are few and far between in today's hero society, mostly manufactured in underground drug rings for nefarious uses. when you and your boss, dynamight, are apprehending one of said quirk users, you're unaware that his touch is what triggers the swap until it's too late.

⟡ content. 18+ mdni! | wc: ~1.2k | tw: none. pro-hero!bakugo x sidekick & secret cam girl fem!reader (mid 20s). reader is a faceless cam girl for extra money. bakugo & reader swap bodies a la freaky friday style. bakugo performs for a charity camgirl stream while in reader's body. asks of consent (no dubcon, both agreed to it!). dirty talk via messaging. mutual masturbation. vague use of toys. left open-ended purposefully. maybe ooc?? idk lol. i sat on this for weeks and feel like i blacked out while writing this in a frenzy today. prompt: "just a little more. you can take a little more, can't you?" 『 light it up like dynamight! event 』

REMINDER: CHARITY STREAM STARTING SOON!

Watching yourself through a small phone screen is not how you envisioned this night to go, especially because it's not technically you — it's your boss.

Shockingly, it didn't take much to convince Bakugo to do you a favor. Well…you are the favor he would be doing, as confusing as it sounds. The two of you settled on one condition — he didn't want you in the room with him while he ‘performed’ as you. And, as expected, to promise not to tell a soul or he'll blow you to smithereens. It was an empty threat, considering he had the fattest crush on you and preferably wants you breathing once this is all over with...if he can muster up the courage to tell you.

NOTIFICATION - GLITTERGIRLS: YOUR STREAM HAS BEGUN!

Oxytocin is such a tempting chemical and it's fucking cruel how easy it is for the human body to produce.

You should've cancelled the stream, said you were sick or dead or some crazy ass excuse, anything to not subject yourself to this delicious torture. Fuck Bakugo for agreeing to this, and for being too goddamn hypnotizing. You can't help but imagine if this is how he'd touch you if he were, well, himself. If he'd use that vibrator on you, a rough finger drawing perfect circles over your clit exactly like he is now.

You're physically unable to tear your eyes away from the screen, a familiar burn in your belly starting to become impossible to ignore. And because you're in his body...

Goal Met - $1k reached! vroomvroom20: you really know how to use that toy alienspacequeenie: yesss girl!! starnstripefan: so vocal. hot af

The notification interrupts your thoughts for a split second. Holy shit, it's working, donations flooding in and the charity progress bar steadily becoming fuller. Your fingers tap on the private chat that's reserved for mods only, a way to chat directly to him without others chiming in. They're auto-deleted post stream, thank god.

glitterbot: gj, keep going

Bakugo slows his ministrations, a clear tell that he's glancing at the chat monitor, even if you can't see his face. You continue typing, reminding him of the ground rules, shaky fingers tapping the screen as fast as possible.

glitterbot: remember, don't say names & stay in frame glitterbot: ur doing great!!

The vibrator slides over your clit on screen, eliciting a way too sexy moan that echoes from the office and mixes with the modulated ones coming from your phone speakers. It's getting harder to breathe, unable to stop yourself from shifting your hips back and forth on the couch cushions, the ache between your thighs becoming unbearable.

glitterbot: god, you're so loud... glitterbot: the money is pouring in

You take a breath. Fuck it — when the hell are you ever gonna get this chance again? To know what it feels like to be a man jerking himself off to the sight of your own body? If Bakugo gets to finger and fuck himself in your body, then it's only fair, all things considered.

glitterbot: can...i touch you? glitterbot: uh, i mean 'me' glitterbot: but it's ur body so...say yes or no so i can hear u

It's instant, the sound of a pleading 'yes!' and the sight of your body's thighs twitching sending you into overdrive. You're not thinking straight, literally thinking with your — his? — dick right now.

Goal Met - $5k reached! zaptastic007: she's really into it today crimsonr10t: no kidding phantom_thief: i can see how wet u are, goddamn

Logistics aside, you slip the snug sweatpants down over your hips and to your thighs, his flushed cock now on full display in all of it's glory for you to ogle. The sight alone makes your throat dry, the pretty blush tip sticky with precum and dripping down the shaft. If you could see your irises in a mirror right now, you swear they'd be heart-shaped.

glitterbot: holy shit...ur bigger than i imagined glitterbot: sad i can't suck it instead

Oh god, his eyes must be playing tricks on him or he's way too horny to read the computer screen properly. Are you really dirty talking to him in secret? You're trying to kill him, Bakugo thinks in a lusty haze. He can't speak, not trusting himself to keep your name out of his whiny mouth. The last thing he wants is to dox you and ruin...whatever this is building between you two. He tosses the vibrator out of frame, rolling over to reach for something else off screen.

Bakugo takes the dildo you deemed 'the five star experience' and runs it teasingly over your clit, hips bucking up and lathering it with slick. Watching him prep your body for what's to come has your own hand wrapping around his cock, mindlessly letting your fingers trace along the one vein as if it was your own body.

glitterbot: go ahead, fuck urself for me. stream time's almost up glitterbot: ur doing so good, katsuki. just a little more...u can take a little more, can't u?

That does it, the combination of his given name interlaced with those words break Bakugo's brain in ways he's never experienced. He situates your body and starts to fuck himself with the dildo, slipping in and out of your pussy with ease. Your fingers clench around his shaft, pumping slowly, palm slippery with precum making each stroke like a lightning strike to your core. When you circle your thumb over the tip, it makes you groan out loud, his voice reverbing through the living room. Bakugo must've heard it, picking up speed and sloppily rubbing your clit in messy circles in response.

Goal Met - $10k reached! zaptasic007: oh she's gonna cum soon tapespider87: oh fuck she's not faking it today

The rubber band in your belly is pulled taut, twisting tighter and tighter...and tighter...

glitterbot: i think i'm close...30 sec left glitterbot: make it count, big finish

"Oh fuck," you moan out, Bakugo's voice coming out of your mouth making your head spin out of control. Your voice crescendos through the speaker and office door in surround sound, causing your own orgasm to come crashing down over you. Warm ropes of cum cover your fingers, dripping down to his thighs and sprayed across his lower stomach. Looking down and seeing such a lewd scene on Bakugo's body makes you dizzy, the afterglow of what you did almost enough to knock you out cold.

Goal Met - $15k reached! Congratulations!!! tapespider87: wow, what a photo finish! zaptastic007: see? us pervs can band together for a good cause fiveweenies: fabulous show as always pretty girl

The scene fades to the 'the stream has ended' overlay, successfully ending the video feed to prepare for the next girl's broadcast.

NOTIFICATION - GLITTERGIRLS: YOUR STREAM HAS ENDED!

Exhausted, you close your eyes for a moment, letting your phone drop on to the coffee table and draping a forearm over your face. By the time you open your eyes again, you're suddenly in the office.

The body swap quirk effects must've expired, all of the adrenaline rushing through your systems working it out twice as fast. It's not long before heavy steps approach the office, a surprisingly gentle knock rapping on the door.

"Oi, let me in."

It's a command shadowed in sincerity, something you don't experience often with Bakugo, but welcome with open arms.

"It's open."

It feels like ages, but the door eventually opens, revealing your boss in the doorway, clothes disheveled and one dried stain on the edge of his shirt. The two of you stay silent, daring one another to be the first to break it.

One things for certain...things will never be the same between you two.

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idol reader x bakugo ੈ✩‧₊˚

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summary: pure fluff. you are an idol preforming at a hero ceromony where bakugo falls for you.

listening to strategy by twice and new dance by xg.

every year the hero’s hold there ceremony for the standings of the top ten. everyone who is anyone is there.

of course there has always been preformances, pop music, rnb, rap, even opera makes there own special appearances between rankings.

this year your group was invited to preform. since trainee days you hadn’t really known how much your group would succeed. you are happy to say you guys are doing great. internationally.

preforming at coachella and other events. this was just another gig. your preformace was going to be about ten minutes. your makeup was done and you looked amazing.

getting walked around back stage bumping into hero’s that were about to get the standings for the year. your goals were similar, it was all about rankings for both groups.

as you walked in the dim lights you passed by the group walking off the stage. you were able to recognize everyone. they were humanities hero’s of course. it made you remember why you were here, to celebrate the people that keep you safe.

before you knew it your group was called up to the ready set behind the stage. the lights were bright but it was normal. nothing you couldn’t handle. your groups leader shouted out introducing your team. goosebumps scattered your skin.

the beat to your most popular song dropped, seeing your chance before the lyrics you yelled out,

“thank you heros!!!”

dancing into motion, your trained body moved in the rhythm you practice day and night. rocking your hips it was soon to be your turn to sing the chorus.

coming to the front of the stage you sung with a smile on your face.

little did you know this was the moment that a popular someone fell for you. he had passed you back stage and walked through with a stare. to go seemingly unnoticed by you. king dynamight watched you sing and his heart beat sped up. racing out of his chest his stone cold emotions couldn’t show what he was feeling.

this was his first time seeing you, or your group. he had never heard or listened to you before. so in his own world you were now pulling him out of the seriousness, and you didn’t even know it.

he focused in on you for the ten minutes you were on the stage, his eyes never leaving you. he watched as you gave thanks to the hero’s, to him.

your heart raced, you knew your time on this stage was almost up. but you were also approaching your dance solo. it was your time to shine. stepping up to center for the last time tonight you forced everyone to look at you. there was no way anyone was going to look away from you. not with the way your hips swayed or the way you moved your arms with the beat.

your group members came in with you at the end of the break and sang the remainder of the last song. your leader saying goodbye to the crowd and you ending with “hope you enjoyed!”

cantering off the stage you laughed with your group members. all having the time of your life, before you all got serious. the tension back stage was the same as when you left. it was thick, all the heros and others standing with anxiety about where they stand with rankings.

as a body guard led you to your designated seats, you waved and bowed at several heroes and people that applauded your performance.

finally sitting down you got a moment of relief between all the commotion. well it wasn’t too long before a small group of men made there way over to your memebers.

you knew them, one was red riot, the other one was similar to pikachew and the last one was named like great explosion god murder or something like that. you bowed silently and watched as the others talked to your other members. your heart sped up as you noticed the explosion one saunter over to infront of you.

“hey.” you looked up to his voice. he was talking to you. this guy is ranked well too.

you put on your idol face, preppy and overly nice. “hello! hope you enjoyed our preformace!” you spoke with confidence.

“you don’t have to be fake with me, you must be exhausted after ten minutes of dancing. those idiots have you guys up there for way to long without a break.” he was nicer then you thought, or nicer than you had seen him in the media. maybe it was all fake.

“oh no, it really isn’t that bad. ten minutes is nothing when you love what you do.” you laughed out. you focused in on him as he spoke to you. he was built. somewhat rugged but seemed intelligent, calculated almost.

“well you looked damn good up there. i need to go but.. you’ll see me around i’m sure.” his voice was rough with his words, sounding like a threat but you knew it was a promise.

he walked away with his coworkers before you could say anything else. in shock you sat and stared at the ground.

snapping back into reality when your group member said beside you, “woah! he was cute! i think he likes you y/n…” her giggles were music to your stressed ears. taking a moment you giggled with her and said

“i hope so!”

it wasn’t until you were in bed later that night that you got a new follower.

dynamight follows you! just now.

it wasn’t a minute before you followed back. it’s safe to say the feelings were mutual.

bakugo had immediately went home after that and watched your old videos and some fancams btw.

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more idol flicks coming tbh. checking out your requests also!!!

part two link here!!!

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who woke up in the hospital after a tough battle, only to realize he had lost his hearing. Fueled by overwhelming anger, he went on a rampage, demolishing his hospital room. The doctors had to step in, applying calming drugs to try and bring down his intense emotions.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who, upon being discharged, adamantly declined any assistance offered to him by you at home.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who fell silent and staunchly refused to communicate with you or others in any way.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who struggled immensely to come to terms with the significant change in his life, frequently shedding tears during the silent depths of the night while you slept.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who quickly learned sign language with remarkable speed

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who found warmth in his heart upon discovering you had learned sign language to communicate with him. He deeply appreciated this gesture.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who realized that despite losing his ability to hear you and the world around him, he continued to fall more and more in love with you and all the little things.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who regrets the most that he won't hear your child calling him "daddy" ever again.

Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who melted on the spot when your child ran to him one day, climbed onto his lap, and signed, "I love you, dad." Before he could control himself, a few tears rolled down his cheek — the first tears in his life he wasn't ashamed of.

Dry humping with Bakugo for the first time but reader is shy

You and katsuki have been dating for about four months now, but you guys haven’t really gotten intimate with each, the furthest being a steamy make out sesh.

But you didn’t want to just make out.

…

You were at Bakugo’s dorm watching a movie all cuddled up, you glance up at him but he seems to be too engrossed in the movie playing to notice.

You were bored and wanted some attention from your boyfriend but didn’t know how to ask.

You sigh Unintentionally, causing Bakugo to look down before him saying “Tch what’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing”

He knew you were lying Bakugo wasn’t stupid, he knew you wanted some attention it was written all over your face. He noticed how many times you looked up at him, your eyes full in hopes he’d notice you.

He lets out a breath before pulling you into his lap

“Is this what you wanted hm? Some attention?”

He mumbles kissing down you neck, before coming back up and attacking your lips.

You lean into the kiss before opening your mouth slightly hoping Bakugo would take the invite- which he did.

But you needed more.

Both your hands met up and tangled their way into Bakugo’s hair earning a groan from him. God it turned him on when you did that.

Still needing more you grind your hips down onto Bakugo, him bucking his hips slightly at the contact, causing you to whimper.

God it felt good. You grind down on his again before slightly pulling away from the kiss

“I-is this ok?”

“Obviously dumbass” he says kissing you again mumbling into your lips “wouldn’t let you if it wasn’t”

His hands roam over your body before meeting at your waist guiding your hips along his, creating a steady rhythm.

You apply more pressure which causes you and Bakugo to moan in sync.

“Feels good” you manage to let out, Bakugo moving down to kiss your neck leaving little marks all over.

“Tch obviously” he says into your neck his hot breath sending shivers down your spine

The friction was driving both you and Bakugo crazy.

“Think I might cum like this pretty girl” Bakugo says pulling away from your neck and staring directly into your eyes, watching as you get nervous never really being able to hold eye contact with him.

You turn red hot, embarrassed, you look down at where your hips met with his watching as you grind yourself down, Bakugo’s hips bucking up at yours.

His hardness is prominent. He grabs your face forcing you to look at him-

“Getting shy on me hm?”

He says a smirk plastered across his face.

You start to grind your hips faster and harder against his, whimpering slightly, that feeling building up in your stomach.

Bakugo noticed. Of course. How could he not?

“You close baby? You gonna cum for me?”

He words send you over the edge, you throw your head back moaning as you come undone.

Bakugo thrusts up, chasing his high, your pretty moans and whimpers sending him over the edge.

Once you come down from your high you glance down at Bakugo who is already staring at you with his casual smirk.

“Enjoy yourself? Is that what you wanted hm?”

You nod looking away shyly earring a chuckle from Bakugo.

“Look at the mess you made me make baby”

You look down and sure enough, you see the wet patch from his orgasm. You turn a bright red shade which Bakugo finds adorable.

“We are gonna do that more often baby.”



“oh what’s this?” you lifted katsuki‘s bangs, your hand on his forehead. “lost a fuckin’ bet to shitty hair.. ya’ like it?” he nudged his head into your palm, showing off his fresh new eyebrow piercing. “it suits you baby, makes you look sexier” you giggled kissing his cheek, his new look definitely suited him well. katsuki and his new eyebrow piercing was a match made in heaven, you can’t help but admire him even more than you did before.

“what are ya’ staring at, hm?” you were staring at him for too long you began to zone out, he kissed your temple breaking you out of your daydream. your face flushed, you like staring at him but not for so long you start to daydream. “sorry katsu.. you’re too handsome not to look at” you tilt your head to the side while looking up at him, the one thing katsuki loves.

he loves when you look up at him with doe eyes, it was his weakness. “oh yea?” his hand trailing from your cheek down to your neck, ready to bite. you nod in response, tilting your head to allow him more access. he lowers his head to meet you , giving you the sweetest kiss on your lips before giving you small pecks trailing down from your lips to your neck.

“glad ya’ like it so much, baby.”

kiaaa so I have a question I just saw this in tiktok https://www.tiktok.com/@lita5201314/video/7479405030550899975?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc and..how would katsuki react if this happened? not a request but i couldnt stop imagining katsuki just panicking and reader just dumfounded by what happpened :)

you’re in the kitchen, bent over to grab a fallen spoon, completely unaware of the menace behind you.

katsuki has that look in his eye—the one he always gets when you're in leggings and he's feeling handsy. you’d been teasing him all morning, walking around in one of his old shirts, humming to yourself like you didn’t know what you were doing.

so he stalks up behind you, raises a hand, aims to give you a firm smack on the ass—

smack!

but you move. and instead of ass, he clocks the back of your head.

you yelp, stumbling forward a little, hand flying up to cradle your skull. “ow?!”

katsuki freezes, eyes going wide with horror like he just accidentally took out a toddler with a dodgeball.

“shit—baby—fuck.”

he drops his hand like it betrayed him and rushes up to you immediately, hands already hovering around your face like he’s checking for trauma.

“you good? you dizzy? need water?? i didn’t mean to hit your damn head, i swear—”

you’re laughing so hard you’re almost crying, which only deepens his panic.

“don’t laugh—fuck, you’re concussed, aren’t you?” he mutters, tucking your hair behind your ear, squinting at your pupils like he’s a damn emt. “you feelin’ lightheaded? babe? say your name. what year is it? who’s the fuckin’ president—”

“katsuki,” you manage between giggles. “i’m fine.”

“you sure?” he’s still frowning, hands bracing your cheeks now, eyes scanning your expression for any sign of damage. “fuck, i was just tryin’ to smack that perfect ass and i—dammit."

he cups your face gently, inspecting you like a worried dad. “you’re not bleedin’, right? fucking hell, woman. thought i scrambled your brain.”

you’re still giggling when he wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing soft, apologetic kisses to your temple.

“i was just tryna smack your ass,” he mumbles, nose buried in your hair.

“you missed.”

“yeah, thanks, i noticed,” he clutches you like you’re made of glass, one hand gently rubbing where he hit you. “i’m gonna sue myself. this is abuse. i’m the problem.”

you wheeze. “i think i saw stars.”

“don’t joke right now,” he deadpans, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, still cradling it like you’re his fragile little egg.

“i’m never touchin’ your ass again.”

you snort. “don’t lie to me.”

“…yeah, okay. maybe in like ten minutes.”

he mutters something about “next time i’m aiming lower.”

but he still pulls you into his lap on the kitchen floor and kisses the crown of your head, like he’s trying to make it better.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

You’re My Favorite Flower

Pro-Hero! Bakugou Katsuki x (Fem) Reader

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~ I’ve been feeling a little down about myself lately, picking myself apart more than I should. But somewhere along the way, I remembered—I’m beautiful just the way I am. That little moment of clarity inspired this fic. It’s soft, a little raw, and full of love (with a sprinkle of smut, tehehe). I hope it reminds you of your own worth too, in some small way. Please be kind to yourself—because in someone else’s eyes, you’re literally everything. Enjoy, lovelies.

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The house is quiet when you get home. Bakugou’s still at work, off saving the world while you can’t even save yourself from a few damn tweets.

You didn’t go looking for it. It found you—as it always does. Some fan post talking about Bakugou Katsuki, Pro Hero Dynamight. Gorgeous. Powerful. Untouchable.

And then… the comments.

——

@MtLadyMami25 :

“He’s so hot omg I wish he’d date Mirko or Mt. Lady or someone badass like him.”

@BakubroFan648:

“His girlfriend is cute but I feel like he needs someone stronger, y’know?”

@quirky_shins11 :

“No offense but she’s not on his level.”

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You lock your phone, eyes burning.

It isn’t the first time. But tonight, it hits different. Maybe because you’ve already been feeling off. Maybe because he’s been working so late. Maybe because some small part of you believes it. You find yourself in the mirror again. Picking. Prodding. Judging.

Why is your stomach softer than it should be?

Have your thighs always had that many stretch marks?

Why don’t you look like those pro heroines with their sculpted bodies and perfect confidence?

What do you even bring to the table?

You whisper it to your reflection like it’s a sin, “Why do you love me?”

You don’t realize he’s home until you hear the door click shut. His heavy boots pause. Then you hear him call, “Baby? You home?”

Your breath catches. You stare at yourself like you’ve just been caught doing something wrong. You try your best to wipe the tears away but your swollen face and blood shot eyes gave you away.

He finds you in the bathroom, standing like a ghost in front of the mirror. His brow furrows instantly. “Hey… what’s goin’ on?” His voice is low, careful, and it just breaks you more.

You bite your lip, look away. “Nothing just had something in my eye, i’ve been trying to pick it out” he looked at you as if you had two heads.“Bullshit,” he says before you can finish, stepping toward you—but you keep going. “I Just… I saw some stuff online. People talking. Saying I’m not enough for you. That I’m not strong. Not good enough. You belong with Mt.Lady or maybe even someone like Mirko” you finally admit.

there was a pause he just looked at you. Your voice is barely more than a whisper when you finally ask, “Why do you love me?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Just stares at you—like that question hurt more than anything ever could.

“Katsuki,” you whisper again, tears clinging to your lashes, “Why me? People say you could be with anyone. Someone stronger. Someone who fits with you. Someone like—”

“Don’t,” he growls, stepping forward like he’s physically chasing away your words. “Don’t say that shit ever again.”

You lower your gaze, ashamed.

“Look at me.” His voice softens, and he tilts your chin up. “You think I give a fuck what people tweet about me? About us?”

You shrug. “I just see it all the time… people saying I’m sweet but not enough. That you deserve someone on your level. A hero. A fighter. Not just… me.”

He exhales hard, jaw clenching.

“Baby,” he says lowly, stepping closer, “I’d blow up fucking cities for you.”

Your breath catches.

“Swear to god,” he continues. “If it meant you’d never feel like this again—if I could burn every thought like that outta your pretty head—I’d do it. No hesitation.”

You blink fast, heart thudding.

“You wanna know why I love you?”

You nod, silently.

“Because you’re real. You’re soft in a world that’s sharp. You’re fuckin’ light in all the bullshit I deal with. You make me feel like I’m more than just some weapon. You heal me, every damn day, just by being here.” He pulls you against him, hands firm on your waist. “I don’t need a hero. I need you.”

He leans in then, lips pressing to your temple, cheek, jaw—slow and reverent.

And then, without a word, he starts to undress you. His hands don’t rush. They linger. Like he’s learning your body all over again. Shirt first—lifted over your head, his eyes not leaving yours. Then he slips your pants down, kneeling as he does. His fingers trace every dip, every curve, like they’re sacred. When you’re left in just your bra and panties, he pulls you toward the mirror.

You tense. “Suki…”

“Shh,” he murmurs, standing behind you, one hand sliding under your bra to cup your breast while the other rests low on your stomach. “Look.”

You do—hesitant, but you do. His chin rests on your shoulder. “This stomach,” he says, squeezing the soft flesh gently. “Mine. I love it.”

His hand trails lower, grabbing your hip. “These hips. Fuckin’ perfect. You know what they feel like under me? How they move when you ride me? Drives me insane.”

He slides your bra up and off, both hands coming up to cup your tits.

“These,” he whispers, kissing your neck. “So fuckin’ soft. So pretty. And I love the way they bounce when you’re under me. You ever see how wild you make me, baby?”

Your breath hitches. His hands are worshiping you like he’s trying to rewrite how you see yourself. He lifts your chin slightly, making you meet your own gaze again. “And this face,” he says softly. “I could spend the rest of my life memorizing it. The way your lips pout when you’re sleepy. The way your nose crinkles when you laugh. The way your eyes hold all that kindness that I don’t have.” You feel tears welling again—but they’re different now. Warmer. Full.

“You,” he says, brushing his lips against your ear, “are the only thing that makes this fucked up life feel like home.” Then his hand slides down—slow, deliberate. Across your stomach. Beneath your panties. You gasp as his fingers find you, already wet for him.

“And one of the things they’ll never know…” he says with a smirk, voice gravelly as he nips at your neck, “is how amazing your pussy feels.” You whimper as he strokes you, watching your reflection as your knees go weak against him.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “Look how pretty you are like this. All fuckin’ mine.” He guides your legs apart just slightly more, still behind you, fingers teasing your entrance.

“You think Mt. Lady could make me feel like this?” he murmurs darkly. “Think Mirko could pull sounds outta me like you do?”

His hand works you slow, lazy—like he’s got all the time in the world.

“Let me show you,” he whispers against your skin, “exactly what I see when I look at you.”

And he does.

Over and over.

Until there’s not a single cruel thought left in your head—just the feeling of him, the weight of his love, and the echo of his voice promising…

“You’re everything to me.”

thinking about gruff!older!katsuki nearing his 40s, his muscles aching more than they did when he was freshly 20, the years of hard labor carved into every tendon and joint. his sandy blonde hair, once bright and wild, starting to show a few stubborn greys. he even grew stubble — coarse and scratchy — that leaves your skin burning when he kisses you.

and you'll complain about it, listing off reasons on your pretty, young, manicured fingers why he needs to shave, tapping each one against his chest. he'll just tilt his head, give you that lazy, lopsided smirk, and grunt a simple, "nah."

thinking about gruff!older!katsuki and the way he met you — this bright, pretty thing tucked away behind rows of blooms — when he ducked into a floral shop for a last-minute birthday gift for the old hag. how he saw you there, sleeves rolled up, soil caked on your delicate hands, loose strands of hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, and how you just blew them away without a second thought — left him absolutely weak in the knees.

your laugh was brighter than any flower in that whole damn shop, and your eyes?

god, your eyes put every petal to shame.

thinking about gruff!older!katsuki who lingered way longer than he should have, asking the dumbest questions known to man about orchids, tulips, lilies, and roses, just so he could hear you talk. how you lit up at every answer, spilling all these little facts with that animated sparkle in your voice.

he didn't even like flowers.

but he liked you.

thinking about gruff!older!katsuki who kept coming back to that little shop for months after. at first, it was excuses — shitty ones, too. "forgot what kinda flowers she liked," he'd mutter. "need somethin' for a friend."

but pretty soon, there weren't any excuses left. he was just there, like clockwork, hanging on your every word, wrapped around your finger like some lovesick, pathetic mutt.

thinking about gruff!older!katsuki whose hands are rough, calloused from decades of labor — decades that stretch back to before you were even born. big, scarred palms that make your soft skin feel like silk in comparison.

thinking about gruff!older!katsuki who takes a little longer to get out of bed in the mornings, always grumbling about his bad back, how he needs time to "get movin’."

but really, he just wants an excuse to pull you in close — press you flush against him, soak in the heat of you — and watch your pretty eyelashes flutter while you sleep.

and he has to be there when you wake up.

he needs to see those gorgeous eyes make sure they find him first thing in the morning.

thinking about gruff!older!katsuki who hadn't even thought about dating for years — too busy, too bitter, too tired — until he stumbled into you. all doe-eyed and sweet, so eager and fresh-faced you knocked the damn wind outta him.

made him awkward again, made him red-faced and desperate to impress you.

and all the boys you had before? college kids, jerks who only cared about frat parties and notches on their belts. they didn’t know the first thing about taking care of someone like you.

but katsuki did. he was older. more patient. rough around the edges, sure — but he knew how to make you feel good, how to take his time and worship you like you deserved.

getting there, though?

getting there was tricky.

you were both such messes, two bumbling, nervous idiots, fumbling around each other like awkward teenagers.

but god, it was worth it.

a/n: based on this request lmk if you guys are wanting to see more of this, masterlist link here. and tysm for 1k followers!

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bakusquad as real life hs tropes — ✦ ✦

incl — bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero, mina.

warn — drugs, suicde attempt, underage sex, heavily opinionated, PLEASE DONT ROMANTICIZE THIS GUYS, THIS IS JUST MY EXPERIENCE !

their clique —

bakugou, kirishima, sero, denki, mina & occasionally you, are the popular kids. they get a bad rep because of a very loud and obnoxious boy named katsuki but they've all been unseperable since litterally elementary ( except for that one time kirshima and denki were fighting over mina in like middle school lol ).

the 5 of them are a group but they're always favorites, katsuki prefers eijirou and vice versa, sero prefers denki and vice versa, mina prefers herself and vice versa.

their bond —

mina started to feel less alone now that you're ( kinda ) hanging out with them, ( she invites you to everything, you show up sometimes ) bakugou and kirishima are the student-athletes of the group, ( mostly katsuki, kirishima just can't let himself fall behind ) which leaves denki and sero to be the goofy slightly depressed pair with grades aizawa gave up on trying to restore.

mina is closer with kiri and bakugou, she lives right next to them and so they see each other more often. she used to think after eijirou stopped liking her bakugou started, (she thinks they almost kissed once) but she'd never talked about it and so neither did he.

bakugo is scary, nonchalant, girl repellent up to his seinor year, kirishima fakes nonchalance for all of 30 seconds then decides he actually doesn't care. out of the entire friend group he's had the most partners, denki blames it on the fact hes a fb player, mina brings up the fact katsuki is also a fb player, denki brings up the fact that well, it's katsuki.

denki is highkey the worst influence ever, sero stopped running track because of him, got him into drugs a little, lowkey possessive over their friendship. sero thinks he's fine, has slight fomo whenever denki hogs him from his other friends but can't resist the attention he gets.

smoking buddies who smoke often, sero says he wouldn't ingest anything that doesn't come from the earth, denki is a vape demooonn. im talking acid to adderoll, doesnt matter what it is, long as it can get him high he'll take it. (yes, he is crossfaded constantly, yes his brain is melted beyond oblivion)

the 4 of them ( not even sero ) are completely aware of how bad his addiction is. kirishima lowk suspects something but doesn't have the courage to say anything. ( coward )

mina is social butterfly, instagram queen. knows everyone and everything, everyone and everything knows her ( side note: her favorite person to gossip with is actually katsuki, you'd be surprised on how messy he can be ) she was the first to loose her virginity, also the therapist of the group. ( it's a full time job with them )

told her girls first ( tsu, jirou w/ details ) they freaked when they found out who it was, told katsuki, kirishima, sero, denki in that order ( no details ). kaminari and hanta clapped and whistled, offered weed to celebrate. eijirou nodded in approval, katsuki shrugged. he didn't expect todoroki of all people to be the person yet somehow it wasn't so surprising.

when they were in their junior year of highschool, things got really bad and people started calling them "fallout 5". it of course was nothing like that, denks overdosed on purpose, ( twice in that same year ) lived, then said he hated all of them. bakugou got an injury that put him out of the season forever. sero and kat had his huge fight which left mina to pick a side, kirishima had to move away temporarily but when he came back he didn't come back alone.

their plans —

things were restored senior year! ( took a long healing process for all of them, made them closer ) katsuki wants to be a professional athelete or maybe a lawyer, he hasn't completely decided yet. kiri wants to be doctor, it was kind of unexpected, everyone thought he'd go pro like bakugou. sero wants to be a dj, tells everyone he's going into finace tho. denki wants to be a stay at home dad, but in the meanwhile tries to look for jobs that have anything related to electrical fixing. ( fun fact, he used to be really good at math before he stopped practicing )

+ bonus !!

you were bakugos prom date just for funsies when you went!

when kirshima came out as bi to his friends no one batted an eye. and i quote "girl we been knew that." — mina ashido, the dairy queen drive through.

denki's attempt is what prompted kirishimas major, ( his family is huge and all of them live till 109, he's never had a close relative in his family die or almost die untill now )

while waiting for your food as a joke you say "god i'm so hungry i could eat an izuku midoriya" and because katsuki is a grandpa he completely falls for the bait and makes this huge scene about how you know him ( you've never met him a day in your life, you just stalked a few pages and asked a few people (mina))

katsuki with a mean girlfriend.. smut

katsuki swears the universe gave him the meanest, brattiest damn girl alive.

always angry. always quick to bite back. always faster than him with a sharper insult that even he wouldn’t dare cross.

you’re rough around the edges, sharp-tongued and demanding — barking orders at him like he’s some underling. do this, fix that, not like that, idiot. and if it’s not perfect, you're pouting, arms crossed, throwing the dirtiest, most lethal glares at him that leave him seeing red — not with anger, but with something worse.

because fuck, he's so pussywhipped he can't even think straight when you get like that. that scowl, the cruel curl of your lips when you talk down to him... it’s a migraine and a goddamn turn-on all rolled into one.

but this — this right here —

when he’s got you spread out bare for him, your thick thighs trembling under the squeeze of his palm, ankles hiked up to your ears, caged in a brutal mating press —

this is when katsuki wins.

when your sopping cunt clutches at him, sweet and wet and so needy, when all that sharpness bleeds out of you and leaves something soft, pliant, and his.

the change is fucking addictive.

that bratty mouth, the one that usually cuts him down in two seconds flat, now only spills high, broken whimpers, breathless gasps, words slurring together into sweet, incoherent babbling.

“ngh, k-katsuki—! f-fuck—!”

voice wrecked, desperate, so pretty when you try to snap at him and only end up whining.

“yeah? thought you had somethin’ to say, princess,” he growls, slamming his hips forward, skin smacking against skin, forcing another pathetic little moan out of you.

your fingernails dig into his shoulders, your glare watery and useless now, any fight you thought you had long pounded out of you.

he knows he's in charge.

knows your voice holds no bark, no bite, nothing but soft broken pleas when he's fucking you this deep into the mattress.

the only time you're really his — the only time you’re sweet —

and katsuki plans to drag it out for as long as he fucking can.

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