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luna i hope u know i am still thinking about bkg pouring rum in your mouth . just been straight up ruminating on yall !!!!
no sam because i haven’t stopped EITHER. in my ooc bkg where he drinks and we’re both drunk and he holds my jaw open as he does it. and he’s very careful it doesn’t touch my tongue so i don’t taste it and it goes straight down my throat. and he TOWERSSS over me so big and sexy with a wicked grin and his eyes are all gooey because it turns him on a little. soooo intimate. looking at each other the whole time. him shirtless in basketball shorts me in a tiny top and tiny skirt and it’s HOT outside. just having fun. gives me a big carton of juice after to wash it all down. and friends snapping pictures of us. people walking past and looking because it’s soooo hot and we both are FINE AS HELL. he swipes his thumb on my bottom lip too incase any has spilt. then pecks me after.
looking back at him noticeably drunker than before eeeekkkkkkk
girl fuck u i didn't send the pt two why the hell would i still try to say nice things about u if i did?? suck your own dick 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
i never said you sent the part 2. i said you sent ur annoying ass ask BECAUSE of the part 2 ask. how are you on a fanfic blog and don’t know how to READ
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no bc you know what people are mad weird with you and always with you?? you state your boundaries very clearly from the jump and then people act like you need apologize for having them when they violate them? every day people prove that they can't just let black folks exist in peace every damn day
hi in my earlier message regarding your responses to your supporters, i meant like. in general.
im not the one who asked for part 2 though. cuz i do agree that it must be annoying to receive comments demanding you to post when you're taking time out of your day to share your work for free.
i say all of that and YOU sent that original comment calling me rude and insufferable just to say you didn’t mean your comment even though you sent that right after i posted the part 2 ask.
so i am just rude and insufferable in general. actually fuck out of my face !!!
you're a very talented writer but sometimes you're unnecessarily insufferable and at times straight up rude to your own supporters. ofc, you're well within your right to respond to this with irritation. and this is your account so you can obviously do as you please. but yeah. kind of baffling behavior.
i am grateful to everyone that comments, reblogs, talks to me and enjoys this little community i have. that saying, i post here but ultimately i post for myself. i will still continue to be writing even if nobody reads what i write.
i have a boundary that i don’t like when people comment part 2. it’s a comment i get multiple times a day, one i have in my rules (which i get nobody reads) but literally, i put it as a disclaimer at the end of my fics.
if i put up fics regularly for people to enjoy, you can’t pay me a little respect by reading my disclaimer or even my authors note where i also mentioned i won’t be writing a part 2??? this is free writing and i ask for people to not. even when you can’t say anything nice to me but can demand for more and more and more. it doesn’t stop.
i am not a machine that constantly writes for you nor am i an influencer/content creator who gets benefited/paid by interactions. the only thing i have to be around here is nice and sorry, if you don’t read the last two lines or the parts of the fic where i am speaking as ME, i will be snappy back.
you people don’t understand fandom. even to the extent that people that follow me are not my supporters. we are all equal here, this is a give and take. you’re doing all the taking but NONE of the giving. down to reading disclaimers or conversation or something. just asking for MORE AND MORE AND MORE.
if that makes me rude and insufferable, that is SO okay with me. i will continue to write anyway, either on this blog or in my docs to myself.
i don't think katsuki would've had a pros and cons list for reader but if he had would he have bothered to write it down on his notes app or would it just be like a mental note lol would it even resemble a list at all?
ngl i think he’d have a big whiteboard in his office and draw a line down it and write them all down. though yeah don’t think he’d have a pro con list because he’d feel it a week in in his GUT that he wants you
you're a very talented writer but sometimes you're unnecessarily insufferable and at times straight up rude to your own supporters. ofc, you're well within your right to respond to this with irritation. and this is your account so you can obviously do as you please. but yeah. kind of baffling behavior.
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Thoughts on deaf bakugo head cannon?🥺 Thinking about him unknowingly raising his voice around you on accident, or how he thinks it’s a burden to watch movies with you while the subtitles are on-when really you don’t mind.
Or If he sees you talking to a guy and tries his best to make out what he’s saying to you, and he’s squinting trying to understand but also glaring in annoyance.
Or if he tags a long for a night out with you at the club and he’s getting overwhelmed by the vibrations and doesn’t feel in the loop with conversations because the bass is too loud for his hearing aids.
You lovingly scold him about dirty laundry while his hearing aids are out and he turns to you with a perplexed look on his face.
Seeing him practice sign language by himself and then he teaches you eventually.
idk there’s so many i could think of😭 but what are your thoughts if any?
this is based off a comment someone left me!!! but bakugou when he reads your lips, he mouths it to himself in understanding. and this time it’s you whining about how you’re tired and you just want to be kissed and he copies you, mouthing the last word “kiss,” and his eyes widen in realisation, “oh.” a low grunt and he immediately puts his hand behind your head to kiss you.
the one when you’re moaning at him for not tidying up, maybe he left his weights all over the gym during the time you do your evening stretches and he turns around in the kitchen frowning at you. you’re clearly annoyed with your hand on your hip, gym mat under your arm in your little gym set. pout and a frown and a stamp to your foot.
“can you tidy it up!?”
then he points to his ear, “i don’t have em in. repeat it for me, baby?”
and he says it soooooo cutely soooo sweetly that you’re less mad than before. especially when he steps over to you closer to read your lips.
“can you tidy up the gym? i wanna stretch.”
and he nods, kisses your cheek, “yeah sure. i didn’t know if i wanted to go back in after the phone call.”
and him TAGGING ALONG FOR A NIGHT OUT !!! sooooo cuteeeeeee. maybe a mix of both of your friends. or separately, maybe you mention you want to go to this fancy speakeasy bar for a date. FIRST going to the club with him and the whole time he’s got his nose scrunched up. everything is too much for him with the noise and the bass and missing the ends of everyone’s words and his heart is beginning to race. he wanted to come out because you love clubbing and dancing and having a little drink. he wanted to for you, but he’d be lying if he said he was enjoying himself.
so it’s you noticing his rigid posture, how his pupils are darting around looking at everyone and still he won’t stop scrunching his nose uncomfortably.
“is it too much?” you sign to him and mouth, “the noise?”
and he relaxes his face. he wants to be here with you, he just doesn’t know if he can handle it.
“i wanna see you dance.” he signs back not bothering with speaking.
you roll your eyes while he admires you in your little top and skirt. he does wanna see you dance despite how the ringing in his ears is only increasing.
“it’s calmer in the vip section. we can go there!” you sign and mouth. then you take his hand before he can sign back a refusal, “i want you to have a good time too.”
your boyfriend looks incredible tonight too. with his knitted button up polo and gold chain around his neck.
“fine.” he says though since it’s so loud, you read his lips to understand.
you interlink his hand with yours, shouting to everyone, “we’re going to the vip section? who’s coming?”
bakugou is grateful when everyone comes along to a private section upstairs, further away from the dj so the bass isn’t so irritating. also from the angle he’s at in the corner he can see everyone’s lips when they talk. especially yours when you drag him over to dance. which usually just includes you grinding on him with his hands on your hips.
hellooo this is me reminding u to write about sleepy bkg leaving ur apartment at night and begging for more kisses 🫡🫡
GO HOME! (2.5k)
— bakugou katsuki x reader
your boyfriend doesn’t want to go home.
cw: suggestive, swearing, pretty tame
“i can hear you not putting your shoes on!” you shout from your kitchen, refilling up your water bottle by your sink.
it’s nearing eleven pm on a weekday and you’re nearing the end of your bedtime routine. after finishing your final session of tussling in bed with your boyfriend, you sleepily got to showering and doing your skincare while bakugou was tasked to go back home.
you’re screwing your lid back onto your bottle, bag of popcorn under one arm as you step into your foyer. you find your boyfriend slumped in your chair for putting shoes on, doing exactly not that.
bakugou katsuki is in his thick grey socks, a random pair of black joggers he left at your flat and his oversized khaki hoodie. he looks handsome, always does, but this time he’s appearing a little disheveled. a flower wilting as the clouds begin hiding the sun.
you’re his precious sun with the energy to keep him happy and at peace, till he’s forcefully pulled from your grip.
his hoodie is unzipped, the right side awkwardly longer than the left from being dragged on in a tantrum. his white tee underneath is creased from yanking it over his head with a guttural sigh. he’s even got a water stain on it from hovering over you when you washed your face in the bathroom.
he’s got his head in his hands, legs spread with his travel duffle by his feet. he hasn’t even managed to grab his shoes off your neatly organised rack by your door.
you potter over to him, shaking your head softly with a sweet coo.
bakugou does not want to go home.
“baby. go,” you hum, dragging your slippered feet across your floor.
you tuck your body between his open legs, putting down your bottle and snacks to lightly tickle under his chin. you receive the harshest glare you’ve ever experienced from him, though it’s still miles below the ones he gives at work.
calloused hands find the bare backs of your soft thighs and lightly, he squeezes.
“you fuckin’ hate me,” he huffs, but his pout comes through. all his features softening under your attention, minus the twist in his brows. “gettin’ rid of me like this.”
you don’t miss the hickies on his neck, two maroon bruises because all you’ve done together these past few days is kiss, cuddle, eat and have sex. since bakugou became your boyfriend, he often forgets about his own apartment. his home is much larger, much more luxurious with built in speakers in the ceilings and a double headed shower. but he always lingers in yours, though he never outstays his welcome. even now.
“i don’t want you to leave but you need to pack for your mission tomorrow,” you smile, taller than him as he sits.
he feels delirious when he stuffs his face in your cotton soft stomach. you smell freshly showered, clean, cosy and like home. bakugou feels like his heart has been stabbed with a fork. he already misses you and you’re right in front of him.
it’s like he’s fighting the devil on his shoulder, to just stay over again tonight and get up early tomorrow. he can grab his shit from home and go straight there. he knows that plan will throw his whole day off tomorrow. also you hate waking up early.
he blinks at you slowly, like a cat that loves what he sees.
for you, it’s easy to get hot from his touch alone and that stare makes you nudge in closer to him. you want to sit on his lap, kiss down his neck again, despite being all over him an hour ago.
“you want me to piss off so you can watch love island,” he breathes, looking up at you with the sweetest ruby puppy dog eyes. there’s a scratchy tone to his voice, sleepiness clearly taking over though he fights it to spend a second longer with you.
you know for a fact you’re the only person in this universe that has seen katsuki like this. that thought alone makes you want to call up his job and say he can’t come in tomorrow. say he’s sick so you can cuddle his big head in your lap. who would you even call? the hero commission? his sidekicks? he is his own boss.
“i do have a load of episodes to catch up on since you’ve been here,” you say sweetly and he eyes your snacks, then your water bottle placed on the shelf beside him.
he’s a grumpy baby in a twenty seven year old, muscled man’s body. he scrunches his nose at the mention of that show. he hates all reality tv, so he says, even though he ends up asking you for details throughout every episode.
“just say you hate me,” he grunts, tilting his head up for a kiss.
you don’t give in just yet.
“i love you but you’ve gotta go. you’ll be even grumpier without sleep in the morning,” you smile.
he rolls his eyes. ever the dramatic one. “yeah, yeah. i get it. love you too.”
you stand there for a few moments. his grip on your thighs getting tighter, his chin in your stomach. he rubs his cheek against your palm, his stubble prickling against you with every move.
“you need to put your shoes on—,”
“you look so pretty like this,” he murmurs, even biting down on his bottom lip.
you narrow your eyes at him. you know exactly what he’s doing and it usually has a hundred percent success ratio.
he pulls off you, keeping his hands on your thighs to look down your body. stupidly, it causes you to look down at yourself too.
your soft pastel pink boy shorts because you get hot at night. your comfy low cut navy strappy top, that has seen better days but you have no need to replace yet. your nipples poke through the fabric and you don’t miss bakugou’s gaze wafting over them with his tongue poking his cheek.
he looks as if he’s about to moan or take a bite out of you. you can’t tell yet. you don’t mind either.
“katsuki, stop it. you were supposed to leave an hour ago,” you look to your clock beside your front door. “an hour and a half ago.”
bakugou grits his teeth then relaxes by kissing the strip of your stomach between your vest and shorts. he releases the quietest whine.
“i wanna stay here with you.”
even though he’s being dramatic, you’ll see him in less than a week, every word releases tingles down your spine.
you press a kiss to his lips, to which he eagerly pushes back. his hands sneak up to your waist holding you with purpose. it’s only a peck but everything he’s feeling is translated through.
“you’re killin’ me,” he says onto your lips.
“it’s not me, baby. you have the world to save tomorrow. you can make love to your girlfriend when you get back,” you say tenderly, brushing your thumb over his cheek.
“i’m givin’ you a good fuckin’ when i see you again.”
“you always do,” you shrug playfully and bakugou chuckles, shaking his head in resignation.
“fuck. fuck my life,” he grunts to himself, pulling his slides off your shoe rack and shoving them onto his feet.
“it feels like you’re obsessed with me, kats,” you giggle to yourself, stepping back so he has space to stand up and sling his duffle over his shoulder.
he raises one eyebrow, a huffy laugh releasing from his throat.
“hm? you think?” he takes his hand through his hair, a light pink blush on his cheeks from your attention. “‘course i fuckin’ am. i’m comin’ right back to get you when i’m done.”
you lift up on your tiptoes, hands on his pectorals, “if you say so.”
“i do say so. i am sayin’ that,” he mumbles, hands finding your ass to lift you with ease.
you wrap your legs around his waist so he doesn’t have to bend to kiss you.
“next thursday, okay?” he kisses the corner of your lips, feeling your cheeks rise. “and still text me. i’ll have my phone on me in the evenings.”
you smooth down his eyebrows with your thumbs.
“yes, dynamight sir,” you drawl, but you lean in to peck him, a noisy kiss that has him chasing after you. he moans softly.
“another.” he whispers.
with your arms wrapped around his neck, you give his bottom lip a nibble, one that causes an exasperated groan. then you slot your lips over his, pushing your tongue into his mouth to tangle against his. it’s long, wet and pulses throughout your body.
you push your chest against his as if you’re trying to merge into one, bakugou’s fingertips sinking into your ass cheeks.
it’s you that pulls away, landing two kisses on his lips for good measure.
“baby, no.” he complains.
since you’re the only one with self control here, you tap his shoulder.
“put me down now. you’ve got to go.” you say controlled and bakugou throws his head back in annoyance, “need you wide awake on the field so you don’t get hurt. i don’t wanna see a scratch on your pretty face when you come back.”
that gets him putting you down, your feet finding the floor. since getting with you, he’s much more mindful of his recklessness and getting hurt. bakugou doesn’t want to scare or upset you. you’ve become his beacon of light, his conscience and answer.
“my pretty face?” he grips the handle to his bag, a smirk rising. he’s still taking in his last few seconds.
you nod, “yes. come home safe to me.”
“i always do. don’t have to doubt me, princess.”
the pet name gets you rolling your eyes to hide how it makes your stomach do flips. he undoes both your door locks and slowly opens it with his shoulder like it weighs a tonne.
as if it’s becoming real all of a sudden, you throw yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around him in a cuddle under his hoodie. you feel complete once you stuff your cheek between his pectorals and you squeeze him tight as thick arms cradle you in. katsuki’s always warm and toasty, a tall standing mattress for you to fall asleep on.
despite you urging him to leave, it doesn’t mean your heart doesn’t ache.
“i’ll miss you,” you say, eyes squeezed shut.
you’re just as dramatic as him, you just hide it better. you’ll see him next week.
“i’ll miss you. gonna think about you when i’m on the camp site shittin’ in the woods.”
your laugh makes bakugou’s chest swell.
“you’re so annoying.”
he shrugs.
with all the power he’s ever possessed in one single time, bakugou lets you untangle from him.
“i’m gonna go now.” he looks down your empty corridor, “i could stay over tonight and leave in the mornin’—.”
“you’re not waking me up at three.”
he turns to you with a frown.
“fine. another kiss, to wish me well,” he demands.
that you can do.
a smush of your lips, you gripping his tee as his hand cups your chin.
“another. for good luck.”
you huff playfully but still you give him another kiss. one that has you opening your mouth and letting him slot his tongue in between. it goes on longer than you mean, with you dragging him closer and his hands land back on your hips.
it’s when he groans without realising, a hardening bump in his waistband pressing against your stomach.
“go now!” you say, pushing him off you and bakugou drags a palm down his face.
“fuck,” he breathes, shaking the horny off his body. not the time. “i’ll see you next week. lock the door behind me. all of them.”
“i always do!”
he flickers down your body, one step into the corridor.
bakugou bites down on his bottom lip, “i love you. can’t wait to see you again.”
you awe, gripping the door and peeking out, “i love you too. i’ll keep you updated. even send you some selfies.”
bakugou nods rapidly, “please. i won’t be able to reply quickly but i will.”
“okay, i’ll see you later.”
he’s about to step away, he swears he is though he looks back at you peeping at him.
“one last kiss then i’m outta your sight,” he promises.
you eagerly pull out from behind the door, “last one! then you have to go!”
“yeah, yeah, yeah—,” he’s rough in the way you love, placing a palm flat on your back to pull you into him. you practically fall into his arms but quickly you’re up on your tiptoes.
it’s a kiss with the energy that it could be the last one you ever have. a hero going off on a mission and leaving his beautiful girl back home. though this isn’t one of his high risk ones, heck he’s going on his own because he’s so capable. yet still the day he returns feels like forever away.
you practically eat each other's faces, unable to stay appropriate down to your last moments together. you twist to the left as he goes right, holding the back of his head so he stays close. he’s not shy to push his cock into you, letting you know all the ways he will miss you.
it’s loud and messy. it’s trying to remember every inch of him so you can recall it in your nights alone. it’s bakugou groping every part of you he can get his hands on so he can mark you as his.
your blonde sucks on your tongue and you don’t mean to palm him but he ruts into you at the contact. you moan as pleasure sparks beneath your skin, the length of him growing cupped in your palm. you’re wondering if there’s time for another session even though he was meant to leave two hours ago.
the kiss only ends because you’re both breathless, using your last breaths to connect with the other. there’s giggles from you and three extra pecks before you force yourself to step away, using your front door as a shield from your riled up boyfriend.
you watch as he adjusts himself, rolls back his shoulders in a stretch and tries to screw his head on straight.
“goodbye now. for real, kats.”
he nods sharply, stretching his jaw side to side. “bye baby. i’m hard now.”
“that’s your own fault for begging for more kisses,” you grin.
he pouts, “how couldn’t i when you look like—,”
“bye katsuki. my tv is calling me!”
“fuck,” he groans, holding onto his bag strap and throwing his head back, “bye princess.”
comments n reblogs are appreciated. part 2 comments are deleted.
hellooo this is me reminding u to write about sleepy bkg leaving ur apartment at night and begging for more kisses 🫡🫡
GO HOME! (2.5k)
— bakugou katsuki x reader
your boyfriend doesn’t want to go home.
cw: suggestive, swearing, pretty tame
“i can hear you not putting your shoes on!” you shout from your kitchen, refilling up your water bottle by your sink.
it’s nearing eleven pm on a weekday and you’re nearing the end of your bedtime routine. after finishing your final session of tussling in bed with your boyfriend, you sleepily got to showering and doing your skincare while bakugou was tasked to go back home.
you’re screwing your lid back onto your bottle, bag of popcorn under one arm as you step into your foyer. you find your boyfriend slumped in your chair for putting shoes on, doing exactly not that.
bakugou katsuki is in his thick grey socks, a random pair of black joggers he left at your flat and his oversized khaki hoodie. he looks handsome, always does, but this time he’s appearing a little disheveled. a flower wilting as the clouds begin hiding the sun.
you’re his precious sun with the energy to keep him happy and at peace, till he’s forcefully pulled from your grip.
his hoodie is unzipped, the right side awkwardly longer than the left from being dragged on in a tantrum. his white tee underneath is creased from yanking it over his head with a guttural sigh. he’s even got a water stain on it from hovering over you when you washed your face in the bathroom.
he’s got his head in his hands, legs spread with his travel duffle by his feet. he hasn’t even managed to grab his shoes off your neatly organised rack by your door.
you potter over to him, shaking your head softly with a sweet coo.
bakugou does not want to go home.
“baby. go,” you hum, dragging your slippered feet across your floor.
you tuck your body between his open legs, putting down your bottle and snacks to lightly tickle under his chin. you receive the harshest glare you’ve ever experienced from him, though it’s still miles below the ones he gives at work.
calloused hands find the bare backs of your soft thighs and lightly, he squeezes.
“you fuckin’ hate me,” he huffs, but his pout comes through. all his features softening under your attention, minus the twist in his brows. “gettin’ rid of me like this.”
you don’t miss the hickies on his neck, two maroon bruises because all you’ve done together these past few days is kiss, cuddle, eat and have sex. since bakugou became your boyfriend, he often forgets about his own apartment. his home is much larger, much more luxurious with built in speakers in the ceilings and a double headed shower. but he always lingers in yours, though he never outstays his welcome. even now.
“i don’t want you to leave but you need to pack for your mission tomorrow,” you smile, taller than him as he sits.
he feels delirious when he stuffs his face in your cotton soft stomach. you smell freshly showered, clean, cosy and like home. bakugou feels like his heart has been stabbed with a fork. he already misses you and you’re right in front of him.
it’s like he’s fighting the devil on his shoulder, to just stay over again tonight and get up early tomorrow. he can grab his shit from home and go straight there. he knows that plan will throw his whole day off tomorrow. also you hate waking up early.
he blinks at you slowly, like a cat that loves what he sees.
for you, it’s easy to get hot from his touch alone and that stare makes you nudge in closer to him. you want to sit on his lap, kiss down his neck again, despite being all over him an hour ago.
“you want me to piss off so you can watch love island,” he breathes, looking up at you with the sweetest ruby puppy dog eyes. there’s a scratchy tone to his voice, sleepiness clearly taking over though he fights it to spend a second longer with you.
you know for a fact you’re the only person in this universe that has seen katsuki like this. that thought alone makes you want to call up his job and say he can’t come in tomorrow. say he’s sick so you can cuddle his big head in your lap. who would you even call? the hero commission? his sidekicks? he is his own boss.
“i do have a load of episodes to catch up on since you’ve been here,” you say sweetly and he eyes your snacks, then your water bottle placed on the shelf beside him.
he’s a grumpy baby in a twenty seven year old, muscled man’s body. he scrunches his nose at the mention of that show. he hates all reality tv, so he says, even though he ends up asking you for details throughout every episode.
“just say you hate me,” he grunts, tilting his head up for a kiss.
you don’t give in just yet.
“i love you but you’ve gotta go. you’ll be even grumpier without sleep in the morning,” you smile.
he rolls his eyes. ever the dramatic one. “yeah, yeah. i get it. love you too.”
you stand there for a few moments. his grip on your thighs getting tighter, his chin in your stomach. he rubs his cheek against your palm, his stubble prickling against you with every move.
“you need to put your shoes on—,”
“you look so pretty like this,” he murmurs, even biting down on his bottom lip.
you narrow your eyes at him. you know exactly what he’s doing and it usually has a hundred percent success ratio.
he pulls off you, keeping his hands on your thighs to look down your body. stupidly, it causes you to look down at yourself too.
your soft pastel pink boy shorts because you get hot at night. your comfy low cut navy strappy top, that has seen better days but you have no need to replace yet. your nipples poke through the fabric and you don’t miss bakugou’s gaze wafting over them with his tongue poking his cheek.
he looks as if he’s about to moan or take a bite out of you. you can’t tell yet. you don’t mind either.
“katsuki, stop it. you were supposed to leave an hour ago,” you look to your clock beside your front door. “an hour and a half ago.”
bakugou grits his teeth then relaxes by kissing the strip of your stomach between your vest and shorts. he releases the quietest whine.
“i wanna stay here with you.”
even though he’s being dramatic, you’ll see him in less than a week, every word releases tingles down your spine.
you press a kiss to his lips, to which he eagerly pushes back. his hands sneak up to your waist holding you with purpose. it’s only a peck but everything he’s feeling is translated through.
“you’re killin’ me,” he says onto your lips.
“it’s not me, baby. you have the world to save tomorrow. you can make love to your girlfriend when you get back,” you say tenderly, brushing your thumb over his cheek.
“i’m givin’ you a good fuckin’ when i see you again.”
“you always do,” you shrug playfully and bakugou chuckles, shaking his head in resignation.
“fuck. fuck my life,” he grunts to himself, pulling his slides off your shoe rack and shoving them onto his feet.
“it feels like you’re obsessed with me, kats,” you giggle to yourself, stepping back so he has space to stand up and sling his duffle over his shoulder.
he raises one eyebrow, a huffy laugh releasing from his throat.
“hm? you think?” he takes his hand through his hair, a light pink blush on his cheeks from your attention. “‘course i fuckin’ am. i’m comin’ right back to get you when i’m done.”
you lift up on your tiptoes, hands on his pectorals, “if you say so.”
“i do say so. i am sayin’ that,” he mumbles, hands finding your ass to lift you with ease.
you wrap your legs around his waist so he doesn’t have to bend to kiss you.
“next thursday, okay?” he kisses the corner of your lips, feeling your cheeks rise. “and still text me. i’ll have my phone on me in the evenings.”
you smooth down his eyebrows with your thumbs.
“yes, dynamight sir,” you drawl, but you lean in to peck him, a noisy kiss that has him chasing after you. he moans softly.
“another.” he whispers.
with your arms wrapped around his neck, you give his bottom lip a nibble, one that causes an exasperated groan. then you slot your lips over his, pushing your tongue into his mouth to tangle against his. it’s long, wet and pulses throughout your body.
you push your chest against his as if you’re trying to merge into one, bakugou’s fingertips sinking into your ass cheeks.
it’s you that pulls away, landing two kisses on his lips for good measure.
“baby, no.” he complains.
since you’re the only one with self control here, you tap his shoulder.
“put me down now. you’ve got to go.” you say controlled and bakugou throws his head back in annoyance, “need you wide awake on the field so you don’t get hurt. i don’t wanna see a scratch on your pretty face when you come back.”
that gets him putting you down, your feet finding the floor. since getting with you, he’s much more mindful of his recklessness and getting hurt. bakugou doesn’t want to scare or upset you. you’ve become his beacon of light, his conscience and answer.
“my pretty face?” he grips the handle to his bag, a smirk rising. he’s still taking in his last few seconds.
you nod, “yes. come home safe to me.”
“i always do. don’t have to doubt me, princess.”
the pet name gets you rolling your eyes to hide how it makes your stomach do flips. he undoes both your door locks and slowly opens it with his shoulder like it weighs a tonne.
as if it’s becoming real all of a sudden, you throw yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around him in a cuddle under his hoodie. you feel complete once you stuff your cheek between his pectorals and you squeeze him tight as thick arms cradle you in. katsuki’s always warm and toasty, a tall standing mattress for you to fall asleep on.
despite you urging him to leave, it doesn’t mean your heart doesn’t ache.
“i’ll miss you,” you say, eyes squeezed shut.
you’re just as dramatic as him, you just hide it better. you’ll see him next week.
“i’ll miss you. gonna think about you when i’m on the camp site shittin’ in the woods.”
your laugh makes bakugou’s chest swell.
“you’re so annoying.”
he shrugs.
with all the power he’s ever possessed in one single time, bakugou lets you untangle from him.
“i’m gonna go now.” he looks down your empty corridor, “i could stay over tonight and leave in the mornin’—.”
“you’re not waking me up at three.”
he turns to you with a frown.
“fine. another kiss, to wish me well,” he demands.
that you can do.
a smush of your lips, you gripping his tee as his hand cups your chin.
“another. for good luck.”
you huff playfully but still you give him another kiss. one that has you opening your mouth and letting him slot his tongue in between. it goes on longer than you mean, with you dragging him closer and his hands land back on your hips.
it’s when he groans without realising, a hardening bump in his waistband pressing against your stomach.
“go now!” you say, pushing him off you and bakugou drags a palm down his face.
“fuck,” he breathes, shaking the horny off his body. not the time. “i’ll see you next week. lock the door behind me. all of them.”
“i always do!”
he flickers down your body, one step into the corridor.
bakugou bites down on his bottom lip, “i love you. can’t wait to see you again.”
you awe, gripping the door and peeking out, “i love you too. i’ll keep you updated. even send you some selfies.”
bakugou nods rapidly, “please. i won’t be able to reply quickly but i will.”
“okay, i’ll see you later.”
he’s about to step away, he swears he is though he looks back at you peeping at him.
“one last kiss then i’m outta your sight,” he promises.
you eagerly pull out from behind the door, “last one! then you have to go!”
“yeah, yeah, yeah—,” he’s rough in the way you love, placing a palm flat on your back to pull you into him. you practically fall into his arms but quickly you’re up on your tiptoes.
it’s a kiss with the energy that it could be the last one you ever have. a hero going off on a mission and leaving his beautiful girl back home. though this isn’t one of his high risk ones, heck he’s going on his own because he’s so capable. yet still the day he returns feels like forever away.
you practically eat each other's faces, unable to stay appropriate down to your last moments together. you twist to the left as he goes right, holding the back of his head so he stays close. he’s not shy to push his cock into you, letting you know all the ways he will miss you.
it’s loud and messy. it’s trying to remember every inch of him so you can recall it in your nights alone. it’s bakugou groping every part of you he can get his hands on so he can mark you as his.
your blonde sucks on your tongue and you don’t mean to palm him but he ruts into you at the contact. you moan as pleasure sparks beneath your skin, the length of him growing cupped in your palm. you’re wondering if there’s time for another session even though he was meant to leave two hours ago.
the kiss only ends because you’re both breathless, using your last breaths to connect with the other. there’s giggles from you and three extra pecks before you force yourself to step away, using your front door as a shield from your riled up boyfriend.
you watch as he adjusts himself, rolls back his shoulders in a stretch and tries to screw his head on straight.
“goodbye now. for real, kats.”
he nods sharply, stretching his jaw side to side. “bye baby. i’m hard now.”
“that’s your own fault for begging for more kisses,” you grin.
he pouts, “how couldn’t i when you look like—,”
“bye katsuki. my tv is calling me!”
“fuck,” he groans, holding onto his bag strap and throwing his head back, “bye princess.”
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Is it bad to say I literally stopped biasing Jungkook because of how jealous I got every time there was new dating rumors/he had a new gf like ufhshdhd that man brings out a very irrational side of me and it’s not healthy I fear..
no listen i actually get it im not gonna lie lol thinking about him having a girlfriend or ex girlfriend or anything lowkey makes me wanna be sick LOL like my friends love going on about winter??? and i have to tell them to stop or ill leave the room LOL
Have you ever thought about your reader characters interacting with each other or existing in the same universe? I was thinking about your cruise series and how you wrote about both bkg and todoroki with a different reader and then being friends and I keep wondering how your other readers would interact with each other.
Love your writing by the way you are carrying tumblr on your back🫶
thank u lol love that compliment and hm!!! bkg and todoroki in cruise having their own yns the same universe oooweee i thought that was so fun when i wrote that.
i have mentioned a little recently about publisher yn (firefighter au) and greyscale yn and how different they are. like greyscale whos so scared to love again and show her true personality compared to publisher yn who was all over bakugou as soon as she met the guy. that being because publisher yn with all her romance books, being more accepting and understanding of love that comes and goes and it all being a story! i feel like greyscale might see publisher as being a little naive! even though publisher is so bad bitch in all their job and managing people with responsibility but naive when it comes to love! though publishers never had anything to worry about with bakugou since he reciprocates (usually he does when it’s safe and private and not sucking his dick out in the open lol) but publisher would be more wise because LOVE IS A RISK! it is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all!! another lovely book quote from her. anyway i think their dynamic differences are most fun! and i imagine them being basically the same age too.
omg and baby daddy yn who’s like a mix of greyscale of not wanting to give in to bkg BUT BECAUSE she’s scared of ruining her kids life which is so valid! she’s got her yearning bkg like greyscale. like she wants the love and would have accepted the love if it wasn’t for her kid. i only imagine her being like four years older than the other yns. greyscale yn understands completely and is like she wouldn’t wanna risk it AND have a child to look after during heartbreak LOL greyscale yn is very don’t want kids i feel, loves solo life. when firefighter yn would respond to baby daddy yn that IT IS A RISK YOU MUST TAKE! recommending single mother romances and how it can work!!!
omg plaything yn we don’t speak about her and I LOVE HER!!! BADDIE! so fine so strong so brave always in control has bakugou under her finger. also her bkg is closer to canon compliant bkg so he’s rougher and younger and pent up and is determined to be the best but is getting lost with plaything yn. like i have only done one part but if i ever continued it is defo bkg trying to find a way to stay in that city to continue dating her. popular girl golden retriever (80% of the time) but SO STRICT x to moody bkg. she’d probably tell the other girls to test him a bit more, make sure you have him exactly where you want him so he doesn’t do you dirty and he knows his place. (her bkg is a pretend he hates it but he LOVES it here guy.) telling baby daddy yn, yes she should be strict if a kid is involved and he should know the pros and the cons and what you should allow in a relationship. telling greyscale maybe she has been TOO strict and just let the guy love you. telling publisher yn that actually if he’s genuinely giving you everything ever than good for her. plaything yn meeting firefighter and publisher in shock that she has him on lock and key without much effort HA
what other yns do i have… i guess i can do cruise she’s a mix of my yns. horny BADDIE but fearful of the ending. island yn isn’t fully confirmed yet.
omg VIKING YN!!! since her world is so different it’s funny to compare. another baddie… but violent and passionate about her new village and has her bkg locked down. especially since her viking bkg is a goddamn whore who has now changed to committed man! LOL i see her as such a ACTS OF SERVICE AND GIFTS GIRL, questioning greyscale on her fear of commitment like “does he not show you he loves you? do you not feel it in the silence?” because viking yn knew bkg loved her even when it was not said, like she FELT IT!!! that connection!!! would tell baby daddy yn to get over it because you’d be a STRONG FAMILY TOGETHER!!! LOL would get on with plaything yn both being strong and able to be violent.
i think that’s all of my series yns?
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