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he saved it all for you, he said. he told you that he’d forced away all his unclean thoughts, put himself in the shoes of the pure in hopes that it’ll unleash such passion, some emotion and such longing between the intimate moment he wishes to share with you.

he groans against your lips, slightly grinding his hips as he does so. he leaves you wet, open mouthed kisses and he trails them from your cheek to your neck, sucking at the skin as he fondles your chest.

“you’ve got such pretty nips.” he pants, before swirling his tongue around them, sucking them as he used his hands to undress the two of you. he bucked his hips against you the moment the two of you were unclothed, moans pouring from his lips until the moment he sheathed himself inside of you.

he thrust himself inside of you wildly, grabbing your hips with sweaty palms as he lightly moved them to match his rhythm. you tangled your fingers through your haired and he breathed your name out, shaking as he did so.

˚a/n: this is just my opinion! & this is also for the anon that asked me for a nsfw alphabet (which i promise i'll finish when i get the time to). ᵎᵎ ‎

ꫂ᭪݁ giving:

breed!ng: this is a popular headcanon for a reason! i can just imagine him being full of his yummy cum and wanting nothing more than to just fill it all inside you. i always see him as a highly obsessive person in every area of his life, so marking his territory in the bedroom is NO exception !

degradat!on: another popular one, but it's so obvious, i think his degradation however wouldn't be straight up foul and offensive (especially if you're in an established relationship). it would be words along the lines of — "oh you're such a nasty girl (or slut)" / "aww, just look at you, so needy for me." it would be stuff which re-establish his sense of mock playfulness in the relationship, and him liking the affect he has over you.

org@sm control: my personal interpretation of bakugo is a dominant switch. ₁ i think there's a really big part of him which would get a big kick out of seeing his partner a bit helpless and at his mercy. my toxic bakugo headcanon will always be that he's super controlling, so being able to have the authority to dictate when or how you're pleasured would be highly appealing to him.

mommy/d@ddy: again, staying on theme. i don't think being called 'daddy' is something he will explicitly seek out. however, when he's fucking you good and you slip out a little "just like that daddy", it would get him REALLY going. he would increase his pace, start finding new ways to make you feel good.

‎ꫂ᭪݁ receiving:

praise: no surprise here! he has a big ego (play 'ego' by beyoncé • ᴗ < ), and just hearing you encourage him and validate him that he's doing your body good would be everything he really needs in the bedroom. i think praise would also heal his childhood wounds and desires, slip in a little '#1 d!ck' in there and watch him blush like crazy. he would reward you in return by spending extra time with his tongue on your clit, or increasing his strokes.

or@l fixation: he loves recieving blowjobs! he's just a horny guy at the end of the day! you on your knees, or when you're sitting on his face and you're in the 69 position, he'd eattt itt upp. i think he would especially appreciate it considering he's such a giver himself, so to have something in return which produces such high pleasure for him would be purrfect.

mommy/daddy: as much as he loves being in control, i think during aftercare at times when he's being a bit too rough, he would love to just lay on your chest and be comforted. during this, i can see him embarrassingly muffling 'mommy' under his breath just for the sheer fact his face is close to your chest. compared to others like izuku, kirishima, denki, who i think would voluntarily call you ‘mommy’, i think for bakugo it would be in very intimate moments where he feels safe.

restrain: this one i'm a bit unsure of, maybe i'm a bit influenced by fanart where he's tied up...but he is a switch after all! the scenario i see this happening the most is when you tie him to show off a new set of lingerie you bought, teasing him about what he can't have. this would get him so excited and passionate in a deeply almost animalistic way.

You might call it a left-over survival mechanism from childhood, or say it’s because like calls to like, but no matter how it came about, he could always tell when someone was in pain. Even if they tried realllly reaaaallly hard to hide it…like you did.

You were known as one of the most upbeat and happy of the team, always seeing the brighter side, always being there for them when they needed you. And he could tell it was tearing you apart.

In the moments of silence when you thought no one was watching, and your eyes got that far away look, he knew everything was a lie.

But still…you pretended.

It wasn’t like you didn’t like taking care of people, quite the opposite. When you did something nice or provided for someone, those were probably the only times he could tell that your smile was real.

He thinks maybe you were just getting sick of the give with no take.

He’d…never considered himself the most giving person. Not because he was a bad person or anything (that was a separate issue), just that he had to relentlessly fend for himself for so long that he wasn’t sure he knew how to do that for someone else. But…something about you made him want to try.

Maybe because he has heard you defend him before, or because you provided for his whole team, who were all the closest thing he had to family. He figured anyone like that deserved to be taken care of for once.

He started small…didn’t want to startle. He dropped your favorite drink off on your desk. He didn’t stick around too close for you to see who left it, only close enough to see your reaction. He did put your name on it with a little ‘take a break’ message to make sure you knew it was yours. You almost cried. Which was…telling. If such a small gesture triggered that, when was the last time anyone had done anything for you? It just made him want to ramp it up.

In meetings or whenever paperwork was exchanged, he noticed your bloodied cuticles. A result of nervous picking. He didn’t like that. So, next drop-off was a ring that could spin, something he had learned about from Johnny. He wasn’t sure if it would help any, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to try if it would get you to stop.

The next meeting you had together, he saw it on your finger. When you had to speak, you played with it, spinning it and pushing and pulling it on your finger instead of picking at your skin. That filled his chest with…something. Satisfaction? All he knew was he was glad he got you to stop that particular habit.

Up until now, it had remained anonymous. He pretended like he just didn’t want the praise, but really…he was kind of nervous to have you know it was him. Being kind had a vulnerability attached, one he wasn’t used to. But then one day you walked in and you were devastated. Of course you were doing a great job of pretending like you weren’t, but you were slipping.

You were surprised when you looked up from your desk to see the looming figure of Ghost. Often times, he would have other people run his errands for him. You think he just didn’t like administrative work, but you were secretly afraid he just hated you. You were secretly afraid of that for a lot of people.

Today, however, he wasn’t avoiding you. In fact, he wasn’t even there for paperwork. Today, he claimed he was here to take you to lunch.

Which…was a nearly mind-breaking concept. You had barely exchanged any words with one another, why in the world would he take you to lunch? You tried to protest, but really you did not want to be here, and getting away from your work sounded great. So you followed along.

To your surprise, he didn’t take you to the mess. Rather, you ended up in his office. You’re not sure you knew he even had an office. But here you were, standing in it. And on his desk? Your favorite meal.

He took a seat like this was normal.

“…how?” You start, befuddled.

“Sit.” Is his only reply.

You sit in a daze, taking in the spread. While you’re trying to formulate any thoughts, he starts dishing it out, making your plate. You don’t have to do anything, he does it for you.

“…thank you.”

“Eat.” He doesn’t hesitate to pull his mask up enough to start eating.

You follow.

“You need a break.” It comes after a few too many minutes of silence, but you didn’t necessarily expect this meal to be full of conversation.

That stops you. “Sorry?” You put down your food.

“You’re hanging on by a thread.” He’s not even looking at you, just speaking between bites like he’s discussing the weather.

You scoff, “and what makes you think you’re qualified to speak on that?” He’s…not wrong. But he has no right to make a statement about your life like this. You try to cover the part of you that feels relieved with indignation.

It’s his turn to scoff, “‘m not blind.”

He finishes his food, moving from next to you to sit at his desk. He points to a couch in the corner with a pillow and blanket folded on the cushion. “Take a break.”

“…on your couch?”

“Affirm.” He starts working on his paperwork like this is the most natural thing in the world.

“I…have to get back to work.” You stand to leave.

“No you don’t, I got you a cover for the rest of your shift. Actually, they need the hours so you’d be doing them a disservice by going back.”

Damn him. He knew exactly where to hit you.

You…were tired. And his office was surprisingly cozy, using warm lamps instead of the overhead light. He even had a diffuser sending out a nice smell. And you were pretty full after that lunch…maybe you could just lay down for 30 minutes. Your normal lunch break wasn’t even over yet…so really what was the harm?

John came in later to give Simon some paperwork and was quickly shushed. He was confused until he saw you fast asleep on Simon’s couch, cheek squished against the leather. He gave a glance to the clock, it was 6pm.

He got close to Simon’s desk to deliver the papers and whisper, “finally got that one to take a break, eh? Good on you, Simon.”