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ki-ka-katsuki · 1 year

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Keigo doesn’t like it when he can’t see your face while the two of you are intimate. He loves watching your every reaction to his touch, the way your mouth contorts in pure sensuality when his nails dig into your skin, often trying but failing to hold back your moans. Or how your eyes overflow with tears every time he goes too far with the teasing — for which he’s always sorry, but also a little excited.

One night, however, when you suddenly felt all brave and curious, you chose to entrap your man with a slightly different proposal from what you're used to, for once just lying down in front of him with your pretty butt on full display. A silent, but very obvious invitation.

You had no idea where that was going to lead to, though.

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Keigo is completely losing it, panting heavily against the back of your neck, lips parted and eyes shut tightly as he pounds you from behind, forcing your stomach deep into the mattress with every thrust. "Keigo—!" you cry out, dizzy, pleasure choking your sore throat, and the man is so possessed he doesn't even register the slight panic in your tone. He's beside himself with frenzy. And it’s all your fault.

"Fuck, fuck, Y/N," he groans, just barely able to avoid his voice from cracking. He lowers his head further down into the crook of your neck, messily latching on any part of your skin his lips can find. You didn't think it was possible, but somehow he manages to pick up the pace even more.

"K-Keigo I— shit, s-slow down!"

He doesn't hear you. Can't hear you. There's just this high-pitched, white noise growing higher and louder in his mind, leaving him deaf to your desperate calls for attention. Later, he will apologize for it a thousand times, or however many times you will find suitable, but right now, he's too far gone.

The blond holds his breath, caging you underneath his working body with strong arms. He’s got a firm hand on your hip to keep you right where he needs you to be, his ruffled wings waving in synch with you for leverage.

Honestly, he didn't think this would feel so good.

Between breathy curses and sloppy kisses, it's the way how Keigo's chest and abdomen continuously rub against your arched back that eventually sends the both of you over the edge. It makes you feel incredibly hot and so damn close to each other, and apart from all the lewd stuff, it is really the comfort of such closeness that allows you to just let yourself go and fall into the abyss of rapture. Together.

As you cry out your lover’s name one last time, Keigo empties himself deep inside your core, rope after rope, never once letting go of your squirming body — not until the waves of his intense release subside.

A single feather lands beside you, its soft filaments caressing your burning cheek along the way, and it comes to rest on the back of your hand, still trembling from how tightly you had to cling to the sheets.

"Kei..." you mumble into the fabric, catching the soft feather between your fingertips.

You're heavy — is what you want to tell him, since you find it hard to breathe underneath his weight, but the words don't come out. Instead, you find yourself savoring the moment of your worn-out boyfriend panting in your ear, completely spent and exhausted as he lies on top of you, not ready to part just yet.

But the sweet, whispered row of apologies follows soon after. Of course it does, because Keigo is the last person to forget whenever he’s been a bit too much to handle for his pretty babybird. So he props himself up, turning you to face him, and showers you with a bunch of soothing kisses to make up for any kind of discomfort he might have caused you. It’s the least he could do, right? After all, as a hero, it’s his duty to make sure you’re properly taken care of.

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ki-ka-katsuki · 1 year

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tech.

#retro aesthetic #tech #1990s #computers #nostalgia

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ki-ka-katsuki · 1 year

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Nah cause hawks is like that one parent who gets their kids ages wrong EVERY TIME but as your husband- ESPECIALLY when people ask how long you’ve been together.

“Yeah we’ve been together for 5 years!”

“FOUR KEIGO, FOUR-“

At this point he does it intentionally just to mess with you and it works 😭❤️

#takami keigo #hawks #bnha #mha #hawks x reader #that’s so cute I totally see that omg 😭#precious keigo being an unexpected airhead sometimes

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ki-ka-katsuki · 1 year

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The Thrill of Destruction

S6 E05 | 破滅のボルテージ

#aizawa #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #present mic #usagiyama rumi #mirko #shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #bnhaedit #bnha #mha #mha season 6 #bnha spoilers #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #anime gif #my gifs

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ki-ka-katsuki · 2 years

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#retro #aesthetic #purple #anime #90s nostalgia

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ki-ka-katsuki · 2 years

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This Is Dynamight — ✧

Bakugou Katsuki | 爆豪勝己; pro hero

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou #bnhaedit #bnha #mha #bnha spoilers #world heroes mission #bnha movie #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #dynamight #kacchan #bakugou edit #explosive #my gifs

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ki-ka-katsuki · 2 years

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memories stored in a jar.

#aesthetic #lofivibes #lofiaesthetic #retro #memories

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ki-ka-katsuki · 2 years

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Bakugou, eyeing Midoriya from afar: Why does that nerd always have to talk to himself? Kirishima: Well, some people just need competent advice from time to time.

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#meanwhile in a parallel universe #bnha incorrect quotes #僕のヒーローアカデミア #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #midoriya izuku #bakugou #kirishima #midoriya #sora's spacechat

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ki-ka-katsuki · 2 years

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a character like that never dies. 🖤🌹

✩ Bakugou Katsuki Hero Name ✩ 大爆殺神・ダイナマイト

#bakugou katsuki #bnha #bnha spoilers #bnha chapter 362 #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #mha spoilers

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ki-ka-katsuki · 2 years

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It's 04:00am and he's thinking of you. ☆ character: Aizawa Shouta ☆ reader: female, aged-up ☆ rating: fluff, mature content / very slight nsfw ☆ warnings: suggestive themes ☆ word count: 1001

⇢ Bakugou's 04:00am thoughts ⇢ masterlist

a/n: this makes the second piece to my 04:00am thoughts series. if you want to, feel free to let me know whom I should do next. enjoy!

Defeated and tired from yet another day of preparing exams and planning class trips, he drags himself up from his old armchair to grab the lukewarm cup of coffee from the machine. His eyes, barely opened, are dull with exhaustion when he takes a careless glance at the old alarm clock, counting away minute after minute in what feels like mere seconds. 04:34 am, it says, on a chilly Friday morning.

Normally, he tries to keep his Fridays as free from work as possible. Two days off in a week of seven is just nowhere near enough. You spend one of them recovering from plodding around non-stop and the other preparing for the repetition. What a stupid custom, really. If he had the power to change it somehow, he would. But he doesn’t, so instead, he makes time for just half a day more. As much as his schedule allows him to, at least. And he makes it clear to everyone that if they have business with him on a Friday, they better be quick about it. Because after his early morning class, he’s gone.

Though today is a bit different from that.

Taking a sip from his cup, Aizawa leans against the wooden cabinet and takes a look out the window. In about twelve hours he’s going to pick you up from that train station down there, right where the bakery’s old ventilation engines drone peacefully, greeting occasional passersby, without rest.

Sigh.

He’s too old for this. Waiting like a small puppy, impatient and fidgety, for someone to finally arrive. To ease that demand for attention. Yet it seems he can’t quite fight that feeling because you’re not just anyone.

You’re his little secret. His new-found spark of hope that love hasn’t completely desert his heart yet, and he wants to trust it this time.

On that train a few months ago, when you had the courage to ask him for directions, he was sure you would fade into the obscurity of his mind just like the rest of the passengers. Ever since he became a teacher, he couldn’t allow himself to waste his capacities on trivial things anymore. Like memorizing someone’s face, let alone their name. But then you thanked him so kindly, so genuinely and with such authentic relief that he couldn’t help but wonder whether there was even the slightest chance he would get to meet you again someday. So that he could help you out once more, like on that day. Just to hear you speak such honest words again, like a breath of fresh air, causing all of his daily stress and concerns to fade away for just a bit.

Aizawa chuckles lowly, the corners of his mouth raising into a gentle, tired smile. He can feel his breathing increase a little at the thought of how he found you two days after that train ride. In front of a grocery store by the station, crouching down to collect a bunch of oranges that had fallen from an elderly woman’s grip. Your cheeks were flushed pink from the glowing sun rays as you waved her goodbye. And you still wore that beautiful smile when you turned around, ready to go home.

But then your eyes spotted a familiar silhouette standing on the other side of the street. It took a moment for you to realize, yet when it hit you, the last thing you could hear was the sharp breath you drew before the thumps of your heartbeat drowned out your entire surroundings.

Slowly, your feet carried you towards him, parted lips turning upwards as the distance between you dwindled.

“It’s you!”

It’s you.

Truly, it felt like fate.

To him, your presence is like a blessing, one that wants to be cherished with care – and he’s willing to try again. He’s far from perfect, he knows that – and by now, you do too – but with the way you admire him every time you meet, with the way you bring his flaws to his attention so respectfully, it seems he has found a reason to hope.

Today, on a rainy day at the end of September, he’s going to keep his promise and take you into his home for the first time. It’s ridiculous how the mere fact that he’ll be able to have you so close without anyone to see won’t let him sleep tonight. If it wasn’t for you, he might seriously fall asleep again during class – when everyone’s busy solving overly complex questions.

Another sigh escapes his lips as Aizawa turns his gaze over to his bedside table, a prickling sensation spreading in his stomach as he remembers how he made sure it wasn’t empty.

Again, he’s too old to be worrying so much, but you’re special to him. He wants to treat you right, so he lets you make all the decisions today. However you want to spend the night together, he doesn’t care as long as you’re alone and comfortable within the confines of his apartment.

Little does he know how you’re already tossing and turning in your bed right now, thinking of him in similar ways.

Your heart is beating with such force you wonder whether it might knock you out any second. No matter how hard you try to calm yourself down, the fuzzy feeling in your lower belly just won’t come to rest. You feel ashamed somehow, having these thoughts about a man you haven’t even kissed yet.

It's already 04:59 am, the rain has started pattering against your window as well, and you’re caught in that drowsy state between sleep and waking. A very abstruse and confusing state in which you find yourself struggling to tell apart reality from imagination.

Though one thing is certain: the man who has you feeling this excited and nervous in the middle of the night is undeniably real, and there are only 11 hours left until you’ll be able to make sure of that one more time – and afterwards, forever.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #僕のヒーローアカデミア #aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #4am thoughts #aizawa smut #smut #bnha blurb #bnha fluff #aizawa fluff #bnha fanfiction #retro aesthetic #vhs aesthetic #80s aesthetic

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ki-ka-katsuki · 2 years

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and we race

just like the snow.

#retro aesthetic #90s nostalgia #dreamscape #vaporwaveart

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ki-ka-katsuki · 3 years

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It's 04:00am and he's thinking of you. ☆ character: Bakugou Katsuki, aged-up ☆ reader: female, aged-up ☆ rating: mature content / slight nsfw ☆ warnings: mild language, suggestive themes, pinch of angst maybe ☆ word count: 477

⇢ masterlist

a/n: just a small blurb for you to enjoy at night. might do the same for other characters, depends on the response. enjoy!

Chest heaving, nostrils flared, and brows knitted in a pathetic attempt to calm his nerves – he lies there, staring at the ceiling as if it would somehow give him an answer. It’s not simply a wish, because in truth, he is demanding a reaction. Just-… something. To fill that void within his chest, perhaps. To find a distraction that might keep up with the impetuous, everlasting need to be around her. Around you.

It’s confusing, irritating even. The presence of a strange girl like you, contemplative and somewhat faraway, has an impact of a disastrous extent, and he wasn’t prepared. How could he be? Your distinct features, the way you almost whisper his name in a careful manner every time you would like to ask him a question, afraid he’d refuse you in annoyance – all of these things have his stomach grow tight with pure fascination. Day after day, ceaselessly. It’s been far too long already.

He can’t stand it. Doesn’t want this. No, in fact, he shouldn’t want this – is what he tells himself over and over again as he tosses and turns in bed, wide awake, mind restless. It’s obvious he shouldn’t lay his brute hands on your innocence. There must be someone else out there, someone who is just right for you. A soulmate, a man who knows his way around love and affection. Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t know anything about that. He’s got nothing to give; only knows how to take. And, out of everything that exists, it is your virtue that he doesn’t want to abuse.

Then why do you still seem to enjoy his presence? He’s anything but blind, he sees it. The way your eyes betray you when you steal a veiled glance at him as he passes by. How your chest then rises in a breath deeper than the mere purpose to provide yourself with oxygen. You might not notice, but from a safe distance, he’s watching you, too.

“Shit,” Bakugou grunts, rubbing his forehead. It’s 04:21 am, and he’s sleepless. On edge with inner strife and the insatiable urge to do something. The desire for answers long gone. All he wants at this point is you.

And it seems your frustrated sighs, hot against the damp fabric of your mattress, have reached the man’s instincts. Because despite everything he has promised to himself, he gets out of bed, growling, closing his windows in a rush as he curses his soul to kingdom come.

You’re sorely in need of him, and he is of you. He’s coming for you – to serve your cravings, whether night or day, whilst slaking his own.

In the end, all it takes is the slam of a door and the gentle buzz of a short, hectic message for two young people to unite their paths – for eternity is not simply a gift, but a choice.

✎ updated: april 02, 2022

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #僕のヒーローアカデミア #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #smut #bnha blurb #bnha fluff #bakugou fluff #bnha fanfiction #retro aesthetic #vhs aesthetic #80s aesthetic #4am thoughts

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ki-ka-katsuki · 3 years

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☆ character: Bakugou Katsuki, aged-up ☆ reader: female, aged-up ☆ rating: nsfw, fluff ☆ warnings: language, smut in semi-public space (car), slightly vexed Bakugou if you squint ☆ word count: 2.568

⇢ masterlist

a/n: this is actually dedicated to our beloved blonde hedgehog's birthday from many moons ago, but as always, I'm late to the party. hope you enjoy anyways! in case I forgot anything in terms of warnings, please lemme know.

minors, do not interact!

The rain keeps hitting the roof so hard it might bust the paint right off Bakugou’s expensive car. What a shame that would be, you think. Hopefully it won’t last for too long. Because you’re tired, just awfully tired.

“This city sucks,” Bakugou huffs as he pulls the keys out of the slot to throw them against the windshield. He didn’t plan on spending the night like this; in his car, at 11:30 pm in a random gas station’s parking lot, between multi-story buildings and occasional passer-by trucks.

You choose not to respond, for now. You too feel annoyed by the delay, you too wanted to be fast asleep in Bakugou’s snugly bed by now. But it’s no use, you’re trapped in here where cheap neon lights illuminate the vehicles in bright hues of blue and purple – and it almost appears as if they would claim everything within their reach for themselves, quite naturally belonging to this city.

“I’ll text your parents, they should just go to bed. You got their keys, right?” you ask, already typing on your phone that’s a bit too bright for your current liking. The blond hums in agreement as he leans his head against the cold window, rubbing a hand across his forehead in irritation.

You feel bad for him, even though you could blow your brains out just as much. He’s plodded through the past weeks like a maniac just to take a few days off and now this.

Feeling somewhat guilty, you lay a hand on Bakugou’s thigh and squeeze it kindly, trying to ease some of the stress that keeps his eyes sharp and brows knitted. “Wanna sleep?” you coo, but he shakes his head immediately.

“I’m good. You go ahead,” he drawls, stroking your hand with his thumb before giving it two gentle slaps. You already want to point out the obvious, considering the night of the 20th is right around the corner with barely half an hour left. However, you try putting it a bit differently, hoping that he wouldn’t catch your drift like he always does. “But Katsuki, that makes no sense. I don’t need to sleep as much as y-“

“Don’t start, alright?” he cuts you off right away, staring not at you but outside, at what seems like a drunk guy lurching around the gas pumps to find shelter in the heavy rain. “Just get some sleep, ’m fine.”

Bakugou’s voice is as agitated as it is tired. Yet, a wee bit of subliminal apology graces his harsh words, and you’re not mad. At least not yet. Rather, you’re a bit frustrated with the situation, knowing that you shouldn’t argue with him being so exhausted. So, you respect his demand and squeeze yourself through the car to reach the backseats, giving Bakugou a quick kiss on his jaw along the way to let him know you’re not upset.

As you get comfortable, turning your backpack into somewhat of a makeshift pillow, Bakugou moves to turn the heating up a bit more but stops when you tell him not to stress the battery any further. “I’ll take this instead,” you hum, tucking at your boyfriend’s scarf from behind and you swear you saw his lips quirk a little as he took it off to hand it over to you.

“Thank you.”

Time goes by quickly as you doze off into a light sleep behind Bakugou’s watchful eyes. He examines the way the raindrops coat the windowpane at the split of a second after each time the windshield wipers swipe them away – a game he began to play in order to keep his weary self from falling asleep. It’s already past midnight as he takes a look at the dashboard clock – and he wonders if he should just drive on. He hates how you have to lie back there, scrunched up against the cold leather, in marked contrast to how he had planned on wrapping you into the safety of his bedsheets.

Now, it’s just you, him and the unceasing shower of raindrops. They keep hitting the ground like tiny bullets as their echo draws a mighty, unadulterated veil over the city – soothing one’s soul yet creating a shudder of awe when brought to focus.

How absorbing.

It’s when Bakugou hears you shift and take a deep breath that he tears his gaze from the streets to turn around and look at you. Your eyes flutter delicately as you stretch your body, meeting Bakugou’s glance with a bashful smile. “Hello, greybeard,” you chuckle. The man quirks an eyebrow at your comment, hesitating, before he decides to lean in a bit closer as he tries and fails to suppress a small smirk himself.

“Hmm? What’s that, idiot?” he replies, trying to somewhat match your humorous manner. “Say that again, I’m a bit hard of hearing today.” You can’t help but flinch and giggle as he reaches a hand towards you in an attempt to help you sit up. For a brief moment, as you get up to lean against his front seat, you choose to simply indulge in the sight of his beautifully shaped face, shimmering gently in the radiance of those rich-colored neon lights — and who would have thought that pink and blue hues could make him look so divine?

The smile that spreads on your lips is anything but artificial; like that of a kid charmed by the view of its favourite animal. But Katsuki is more than that, so much more. He’s your tower of strength, a different kind of hero to you than to others — furtively. You’d be damned if people knew the extent of your boundless admiration for him; how infatuated you must look, completely entranced by his every move, that keen mind behind his carmine irises. A foolish devotee is what they would call you, quite likely.

But you don’t care, or at least you try to, for you know he loves you just as purely, not once wasting a thought on what other people think.

“Happy Birthday, Katsuki,” you breathe, proud to be able to share this moment with him, despite his sour attitude towards celebrating birthdays in the first place. For you, he would make any exception. And so it happens that, as Bakugou leans in to kiss you in silent gratitude, the both of you do not notice how, bit by bit, the thick, grey clouds come to rest and the rainfall ceases slowly, leaving the streets’ puddles alone to bathe in their gentle street lights.

It’s 00:38 am. First truckers have already revved up their engines when Bakugou has slipped through the front seats to pull you onto his lap, kissing you with increasing fervor as he fumbles for the power door locks.

“Katsuki, what are you doing?” you breathe in-between kisses, trying to make sense of Bakugou’s actions. To be honest, you never expected he would contemplate touching you here — in the back of his car, at such an ungodly hour, in such an unpredictable place.

Click.

“Katsuki, no…”

“Shut it, I know,” he complains, not even willing to spend a second thought.

Bakugou will be the death of you someday, you think. And you’re probably right. He hasn’t even done that much to you up until now, yet here you are, barely able to contain the heady moans knocking at the back of your throat — and he knows it by the way you’re squirming in his arms as he leaves a trail of sloppy kisses against your neck.

“Oh god,” you whine, feeling the growing bulge in his pants press against your core, lungs heavy with blinding lust and burning with the pressure of pure, carnal desire for the man in front of you. But who is to blame you? You haven’t had the chance to indulge in each other’s touch for what feels like a decade, forcing you to swallow your pent-up frustration each night Bakugou collapsed onto the mattress of your shared bed.

There’s no denying it, you’re lascivious — wrought-up and restless, craving his touch to a point where your heart might twist and fail in a hot-blooded frenzy. The blond can’t help but chuckle a bit as he watches you trying to get ahold of yourself, head already hanging low with some kind of unknown exhaustion. For a moment, he wonders whether you’ve got enough energy left to go any further or if he’s already overtaxing your body at this point. Honestly, you should rather be getting some rest after such a long, nerve-wrecking and seemingly endless hell of a ride through the cities. However, the expression on your face says it all.

You need him, badly.

The coil in your stomach just can’t stand it anymore and it snaps almost brutally when Bakugou has the nerve to clench his jaw and swallow hard at the sight of you straddling him like the stud that he is. Truth be told, you almost rip his jeans apart, making him gasp in anticipation as your hands fumble aggressively with the zipper and buckle of his belt.

“Fuck, Y/N…,” he sighs deeply, already grinding his hips up against yours by sheer instinct. You can feel his warmth seeking through your thin, black stockings – hot and tempting – as you manage to pull his jeans down just enough to reveal the dark grey fabric of his boxers.

Then, for a few seconds, the two of you fall silent. Simply staring at each other’s faces as if it were the first time you’d do so. It’s not the kind of silence that suggests itself in an awkward manner, no. It’s rather a moment of appreciation – and somehow even respect; the fact that you two would allow each other this close to your bodies, doing this to each other, exclusively.

How you even got here, you don’t know. But what you do know is that you will treasure this moment, this gift – and most importantly him – for eternity and beyond.

As glossy tears coat your eyes, Bakugou leans forward to kiss you deeply once more, lifting you up just enough to place you where he wants you to feel him. You immediately keep on grinding up against him, grabbing his shoulders for leverage, trying to relieve some of the pressure. It feels good, so damn good. But it is Bakugou’s low growl, vibrating provocatively against your tender lips, that tells you he’s actually unhappy about something. And you get it; he wants the final barrier of clothes, still separating the two of you, to be ripped and gone. So, he sneaks his hands right in between your legs, grabbing the fabric of your tights firmly and tearing it apart within a second as he whispers a quick apology into your ear.

Finally, you’re able to pull what’s left of your underwear aside and free Bakugou of his boxers’ restraints. You can feel your heart beating even faster as you take him in, trembling with pure excitement, body already anticipating what’s coming next.

“Come,” he rasps, sliding his hands across your plump thighs and gripping your hips to give them a small squeeze. Yet somehow, Bakugou feels slight hesitation in your bones – and he’s not too surprised, to be honest. After all, you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t coax one last act of reassurance from him. And who is he to refuse you? So, he moves to place a few loving kisses and gentle bites against your pretty neck, sucking carefully at the patch of skin as he slowly pulls you into him. Once your burning core meets his, you can’t help but release a deep, trembling sigh at the sudden sensation.

“Let me take it from here, idiot,” Bakugou soothes you with his lips touching your jaw ever so slightly before guiding himself carefully into your tight heat.

It’s close to 01:00 am and the steam of your hot breaths starts to show on the blacked-out windows of Bakugou’s car. You feel like you’re going to pass out any minute, legs shaky and chest tight with overwhelming pleasure as you try to keep yourself upright.

“F-fuck, Katsuki… Katsukii-“

“S-so tough for me, eh? So fucking… fucking good to me,” Bakugou breathes into your hair, voice just above a whisper and heavy with lust. “Shit I’m close,” he hisses, cradling the back of your head in his large hand as he pulls away from your abused neck to face you properly. He can see it in your eyes, you’ve reached your limit too – hot tears spilling over and running down your rosy cheeks, falling into the darkness between your sweaty bodies.

“Hgnh… can’t… I-I can’t... please, Katsu,” you babble, hands moving to weave their fingers into his soft, spiky hair. Even though your grip on his follicles is close to pretty damn painful, he truly couldn’t care less about it. In fact, it does things to him.

“Shhh, I know baby, I know,” he breathes, brows knitted and jaw tense with focus. You could faint on the spot just by looking at him trying to keep you sane for just a bit longer. “Just-… just keep going, eh?” he pleads, pupils blown wide with rapture, his own release precariously close.

A sequence of slurred praises and sweet nothings follows as soon as you’ve desperately scraped up what’s left of your energy, one last time – for him. Because he deserves it. He’s earned it.

“Katsuuki-i…I’m- f-fuuck.” It’s when your eyes start to cross from overdrive, mouth hanging wide open and expensive dampers put to a wild test that Bakugou feels the electric shockwave hit him as well – and hard at that.

“Fuck, woman!” he exclaims as his hips shutter violently, pumping load after load into you until your body crumbles, a final cry leaving your lips in a breathless tone before your head hits his shoulder in complete exhaustion.

“Hngh-, Katsuki… god,” you mumble into his damp sweater, the smell of burnt caramel and musk clouding your senses. It’s quite obvious that you’re not ready to part just yet – the way you keep clinging to him as small, involuntary whimpers slip past your tear-stained lips lets him know. So, he stays buried inside you for just a bit longer, wrapping his arms around you in comfort until the slight twitches of your body decline in frequency.

“Y’did so well, good girl,” is the last thing you hear before you fall into a trance of sweet euphoria within your lover’s protective arms.

How absorbing.

A few minutes have passed when Bakugou carefully strokes your cheek to get your attention. “Look,” he says, pointing a finger at the window beside you. “Made it through the downpour.”

You take a look outside and simply give him a small chuckle, too worn out to think of a fitting reaction. Instead, you take a faint fist full of the blonde’s sweater, low-key asking him to help you to get off of him. And helping you he does – straightening up and laying you back against the leather seats.

“You okay to drive?” you ask shyly as he gives you a quick peck on the cheek.

“Remains to be seen,” he replies, voice low and tired but still somewhat archly.

What a witty remark, you think.

“Buckle up, little one,” he adds, patting your thigh before leaving the vehicle and switching back to the front seat where he slumps down with a deep sigh. “Let’s leave this place.”

Another hour of driving is still imminent – and you wish you could just beam yourselves over to your destination with a simple flick of your fingers, yet you’re convinced that this night, marked by fading petrichor and purple xenon headlights, is one to remember.

Until the next one pends.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #僕のヒーローアカデミア #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #smut #bakugou smut #bnha fluff #bakugou fluff #bnha fanfiction #retro aesthetic #vhs aesthetic #1980s aesthetic

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a/n: i do not have much posted on here yet but i'm planning on changing that sooner rather than later. i'm currently working on finalizing a piece that's been in my drafts for over 2 years already lol, life's been hard y'all but i'm trying my best. please be patient with me xx; december 20, 2022

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⇢ winter, nsfw (work in progress)

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#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #僕のヒーローアカデミア #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #aizawa shouta #aizawa #todoroki shoto #todoroki #kirishima eijirou #kirishima #bnha fanfiction #bnha fluff #bnha imagines #masterlist

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Eijirou: How many kids do you want someday?

Katsuki: Three

Eijirou: Wait really? You want three kids?

Katsuki: Why do you sound so surprised?

Eijirou: I thought you’d say none! Don’t you hate kids?

Katsuki: I don’t HATE them

Eijirou: So why three? Why not just two? Two is less crowded

Katsuki: Three because if two of them beat the shit out of each other and I’m not there, there’s a third kid to break them up

Eijirou: That’s not how children work…

Eijirou: Actually, no. If they’re YOUR children, that’s probably exactly how they work

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha memes #incorrect bnha quotes #bakugou #katsuki #kirishima #eijiro #bakugou bein‘#the textbook definition #of a great father lol #THATS HOW IT WORKS KIDDOS

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𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜𝑢'𝑠 𝑖𝑐𝑒-𝑙𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑦

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #Bakugou Katsuki #bakugou #heroes rising #pastel #ice cream #summer #katsuki gimme a breeeaak

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Bakugou’s ABCs

☆ character: Bakugou Katsuki ☆ rating: sfw ☆ warnings: language here and there ☆ word count: 3.2k (don’t ask me how)

a/n: this shall be my first piece of writing, thought it would be nice to set the basics for further posts. this is how I personally see Bakugou, your opinions may differ and that’s alright! please ignore weird spacing patterns that might occur between each headcanon, idk what messed this up and I can’t seem to fix it lol. have fun!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show it?) Bakugou is affectionate in his very own, specific way. He doesn’t like to use words when it comes to this, so don’t expect him to tell you how smart, beautiful and sweet you are 24/7. He’s convinced that you should already know by his actions and without him having to remind you constantly. I mean, he wouldn’t even be with you if that wasn’t the case? However, that doesn’t mean he won’t, like, ever say these things to you. If he sees that you really need some extra treatment coz you’ve had a bad day or you’re just being generally insecure about something, he won’t leave you with just his usual hugs and rubs. In these rare moments, Bakugou will turn into the biggest, spiky fluff ball you’ve ever seen and spoil you rotten with his carefully chosen words. Prepare for upcoming cavities.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) a/n: this one’s kinda oneshot-ish Honestly, you were so annoying to him when he met you in the library for the first time. He just wanted some peace man. And then there was you, silently drawing at one of the tables as the sunset cast orange, yellow and red hues over your form. DAMN RUDE, ISN’T IT?! No. You were just minding your own business. But your creative aura practically pulled at Bakugou’s attention without mercy. So, he approached you from behind, peeking over your shoulder once he arrived to see what you were doing. His jaw mentally dropped when he saw how you were adding finishing touches to a portrait of All Might. One that you obviously intended as a present for him, judging by your tiny signature: “from Y/N, UA 06/10”. You had your earphones in, so when Bakugou accidentally brushed your arm with his backpack you shot up from your seat and cried out. What followed was the instant yell of the library’s supervisor, her irritated voice advising the both of you to be quiet. You couldn’t help but giggle as you stared at the boy next to you, pressing your flat hand against your mouth. To your surprise, Bakugou’s lips quirked into a small smile. No one ever managed to coax such a reaction from him, so he allowed you to get on his nerves more often lmao. Don’t get me wrong, he’d still complain about you just like he does about everyone else. But quite frankly, he enjoys your presence. It calms him down. So, in return, he’d spend time with you too, taking a walk through the park, helping you with homework or doing chores together.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Hell yeah. This man is so touch starved – he had no idea how much. Any position is fine, really. He’s a sucker for you inhaling his scent btw. Just make sure to keep it together once you’re outside. Bakugou doesn’t want to draw attention to you whilst being in such a vulnerable state. You always become so woozy and hazy as you cuddle him without restraint, clinging to him like a child. He has by no means anything against it, but he’d break people’s necks if they stared at your cute face for too long and started imagining – things.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) Hmm. Does he really want you around him all the time, showering him with acts of kindness, praise, care and affection every goddamn day of the week? Yes. Yes, he does. Without a doubt. BUT, if you suck at cooking even in the slightest, he will ban you from the kitchen forever, imposing penalties in case of violation. If his food’s screwed up, his mood’s screwed up, so he ain’t gambling. Now, let’s say you’re blessed with good cooking skills. Bakugou would be pleased, but he’d also want to take turns. The same goes for cleaning. He’s such a clean freak, despite his explosive nature, so you better make sure the house stays the way it was when he left. Apart from that, he’s willing to teach you a few of his favorite cooking recipes and if you’ve got ideas of your own, he’s down to try. Just keep away from experimenting too much. Remember, you’re playing with fire here.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partners, how would they do it?) Ok now listen and listen well. Bakugou Katsuki is a grown ass man, at least he thinks of himself that way. He won’t break up with you over the phone or shit like that. He’s got enough balls to have a serious talk with you. However, you will have to deal with one thing: you two will be nothing more than acquaintances from now on. It depends on the reason why you guys broke up, too. If you cheated on him then oh – lord have mercy. There is no chance he will ever want to speak another word with you, let alone look in your general direction, so you should keep your damn distance. If you broke up because it just… didn’t work out well? Then he won’t be as harsh as in the previous scenario, but don’t expect some ‘we can still be friends’ kinda stuff. He thinks it’s weird and inappropriate.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Sooner or later, Bakugou will attempt to let go of his fear and grow accustomed to the idea of total devotion. But it takes a lot of work, especially considering trust. If he can’t trust you blindly, then his doubts won’t let him go that step further. Other than that, he’s down. Get that ring, sign those papers and boom (literally) – you’re now officially his and he loves, loves, loves it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) I think this one is obvious? Bakugou is a mix of both with certain tendencies. He is usually rough in showing his affection. If you’re being emotional, he will take it down a notch. If he himself is being emotional, he tends to be more forceful, trying to cover his vulnerability. Also, when it comes to expressing his thoughts, he won’t lie in favor of your comfort. If you’re posing in front of him, asking for his opinion about your current outfit for date night, prepare for dead honest answers. “Too fancy, next.”, “You look lost in there.”, “Why the hell did you even buy that crap?”, “YOU WON’T GO OUT LIKE THIS???? WTF.”

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Like with cuddles, Bakugou loves to hug you. But he won’t initiate it in public. And if you think that’s him trying to deny his love for you in front of others – then, my love, – you’re fucking stupid. Again, he just wants to keep these things private. There are exceptions though: If you’re sad, he’s there. If you’re scared, he’s got you. If you’re cold, same goddamn thing. Just remember one thing. If he’s hella mad or irritated, do not crowd him. Boy needs his space now.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Ahahaha, funny of you to think it’d be an easy task for him. IT’S NOT, OKAY? It’s sCaRy aS sHiT. – Bakugou just cannot deal with the pressure. Give him time, he can do this. Just not now. He’d say it at a moment when you’d least expect it, for sure. For example, in one of your study sessions as you’re trying desperately to implement the things he's just taught you. Or while admiring those horses that you had spotted and ran towards like an idiot. He’d look at your face that holds this childlike expression of both awe and excitement, using the opportunity of the moment to just – blurt it straight out. “Fuck. I love you.” By the time he had said those words, I imagine one, maybe two kisses have been exchanged already. But nothing beyond that. He wants to make his intentions clear at the beginning of your relationship, preferably. So, he tries not to make you wait for another Ming Dynasty.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Second most jealous guy of all UA (first place goes to Todoroki, congrats). His laid-back attitude is just a trick, don’t let him fool you. On the inside, he’s a boiling witch’s cauldron. If anyone so much as looks at you for too long, Bakugou will lay his arm around you to pull you close and glare at the guy/girl with eyes possessed by criminal madness. And god forbid someone touches you against your will, holy shit. They’ll wake up in the next best hospital, to say the least. While Bakugou is aware of his reputation as a hero and will try to restrain himself from causing a huge scene, he sees these perverts as full-on villains. If it hadn’t been you, it could have been someone else. Case closed.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) At first, this boy doesn’t know what on earth he’s doing. His entire body language is practically screaming error404 because truth be told, he never even thought about the sheer concept of kissing before. That means you gotta teach him and let me tell you, he’s willing to learn and he’s fast at it too. Bakugou’s receptive senses are a huge advantage, you’ll notice it for yourself. Apart from your lips, he discovers that he absolutely adores kissing your temples and basically your entire neck. Hickeys won’t be a thing right away, but they’d be happening soon enough. In return, he loves it when you give him quick pecks on his cheeks, especially in public. He does pretend to hate it like the little rascal he is, but only because he doesn’t want to come off as a softie in front of his friends. Yet, he’s never tried stopping you either.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) It depends on the child itself. Bakugou wouldn’t say that he hates kids in general. After all, rescuing them is part of his job as a pro hero. But he despises the noisy and obnoxious. He won’t take no shit from small brats, so he won’t refrain from barking right back at them if they give him no choice. Though, there are these rare occasions where his gaze starts following random children whenever they’re playing happily on the streets or playgrounds. His face relaxes, lungs exhaling a deep sigh while he’s getting lost in his own thoughts. In such moments, you always wish you’d know what’s going on in that pretty head of his, but his calm expression vanishes as quickly as it came.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Barely. Bakugou is hell of a morning person and stands up way before you most of the time. Not because he doesn’t need much sleep, oh believe me he does, but because he goes to bed at freaking 8:30PM. He just needs the calm atmosphere of an early morning to start his day with. On his free days you can consider yourself lucky though. He will sleep in with you until hunger drags him out of bed.

N = Nights (How are nights spent with them?) Regular nights aren’t that special with Bakugou, actually. He is often too groggy for anything but cuddling or cuddling+ (pls catch my drift). If you plan on watching movies with this guy, you should set the TV up soon enough because he WILL push you off of him and go to bed straight away if it interferes with his sleeping routine. Date nights are possible, but he needs a written invitation at least 7 days in advance.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) This one’s a bit tricky. Even when you’re married to him there will still be a few things that he can’t and won’t want to talk about, regardless of his trust in you. Don’t get him wrong, he loves you to death and would climb a thousand mountains for you, but he’s just – constipated with a lot of unprocessed emotions? And he’s even willing to admit that in front of you, and only you. At some point at least, because he (kinda) knows how much of a commitment he is. But at the end of the day, doesn’t that apply to most of us?

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Despite Bakugou’s short-tempered appearance, he is actually quite patient with his s/o. He tries hard and to everyone’s surprise, it even pays off. Also, the older he gets, the more he’s got himself under control. You can’t compare a 16 yo. Bakugou to a grown-up one, honestly. This doesn’t mean he won’t kick ass if he’s hella mad tho lol old habits die hard.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget anything?) When it comes to things that are important to him, this guy has an Elephant’s memory. Thanks to his great receptive competences. However, he won’t spend energy on trying to remember the name of today’s cashier at the mall if there isn’t an on-going case of homicide connected with grocery-selling staff. Ykwis?

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) Depends on how long you’ve been together. Bakugou’s most favorite moments will definitely change over time. After all, he’s constantly negotiating the value of this and that which happened god knows when. It could be the time you two had your first kiss in his room, alone within the protection of his walls and hidden from strange eyes to see. Or, when you actually said yes to his proposal after months of internal conflict and jimjams. Boy just couldn’t believe it and through his state of shock he had you repeat yourself for what felt like a million times. Though, when you guys are being old and grey together, the memory he’d cherish the most is the day his backpack revealed himself staring at you in that library.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) One might think he’d cage you like a precious bird. Grab your arm and pull you towards the other side of the road if a suspicious guy approaches you. And keep in mind, he doubts the literal entirety of the world. Yet, Bakugou would do none of those things. At least not on a regular basis; pregnancy would be a huge state of exception. But expect him to keep his guard up anyway, his eyes and ears are everywhere once you’re involved. When it comes to himself, he obviously doesn’t need a lot of physical protection. He’s a living, walking tank if anyone hasn’t noticed yet. However, it’s not like his soul is just as bullet-proof as his combat skills. Even if he won’t admit it in a million years, the explosive blond would need for you to be his emotional shield once in a while. You’re the only one he’d allow that for.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Who would have thought that? Bakugou ain’t a ‘fairytale knight on a white steed’ kinda guy. He has no clue how to do all of that crap from scratch. Unless you don’t give two fucks about daily romantic guestures, you better tell him what you want. Just don’t be greedy. And for the love of god, do not expect him to be able to read your mind. Otherwise, you may as well watch him go bonkers because he actually tries really, really, really hard to please you. Be patient and most importantly, be clear with what you want. He’ll eventually pick up on ways to prepare decent surprises of his own.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Spitting. On the ground - now don’t get the wrong idea here ok, hold your horses. So, Bakugou doesn’t do it for show, believe it or not. Using gallons of sweat to catalyze your quirk with isn’t particularly appetizing and sometimes he just feels grossed out. Hence his cleaning-obsession. Nevertheless, Bakugou tries to be discreet about it and will refuse to do it on bare asphalt or in front of other people. That’d be a nasty lack of respect. Only villains do that.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) *snort* Barely. He’s a hot lad and he knows that he is. Right? He’s worked hard enough for his body to look the way it does. BUT, when he’s emotionally attached to someone, all of his usual oh so confident demeanor will slip from his face like the frantically protective mask it is. He’ll crave the praise and affirmation he never really managed to satisfy on his own, especially in terms of this new, strange terrain called intimacy. So tell him, does his face feel nice to the touch? Do you like his stubbles? Do they bother you when you kiss? Shave or not shave?!?

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Not until he realizes he’s actually in love with you. Bakugou is not one of those people who feel this particular urge to finally bond with someone. Though, once he has found you and made history with you, he would definitely feel an aching crater in his heart if you ever had to stay apart for long. He needs to know you’re safe and sound; he wouldn’t be able to find peace if it were different. The potential of him growing completely paranoid is not to be underestimated.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them) This joker secretly watches all scenes of Gordon Ramsay beating up his clients. It simply unifies two of his deepest passions: cooking and yelling.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like? Either in general or in a partner?) Both in general and in a partner, Bakugou hates it when people give up easily. He just doesn’t get it. Like, do you even have a goddamn idea how it feels like to give up on your dreams? To feel regret? Take responsibility for your ideas. If they won’t succeed, so be it. But at least you’ve tried and may move on without looking back.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) As I said before, he goes to bed quite early in the evening. But not only does he need a lot of sleeping time, he also requires about one hectare of sleeping space. Therefore, he owns a queen-size bed.

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