Nekoma // Fic Recommendations

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THE STAGES OF ME AND YOU

bakugou x reader

cw: cute, fluffy, established relationship, literally just dialogue, aged up, minors dni, suggestive lines

“what?”

you know you’re being a little annoying but you’re lucky he finds it’s endearing. you sit straddling your lovers lap. knees on either side of his thighs, arms hanging off his shoulders and your face a mere inch away from his.

already, it’s a surprise that katsuki let you in his office and even more so onto his lap knowing what a distraction you are. really it’s a testament to how tired he is of reading through another report and claim and statement and all the stuff that doesn’t include him on the field saving people.

he speaks again, rough like all the words are scratching his throat before they come out, “why’re you lookin’ at me like that?”

you’re smiling, ends of your mouth turning up before showing all your teeth. being this close to him, chest to chest, only one thrust forward and your centre will meet his. he loves it. more than he can voice, than he can admit. he thinks you’re beautiful, obviously and he finds it hard not to give into you. kiss your face, bite your lip and sneak his hand in your pyjama pants. he could after all, being in his home with no other plans for the day but more fucking reports.

“i’ve got a big crush on you.” you chuckle, running your eyes over his strong brow bone, his shiny ruby eyes and his pink lips pressed in an unimpressed line. he’s only in a black vest and grey joggers, muscled arms and shoulders out. you just want some attention, maybe roll in bed with him. the usual.

bakugou hates how much he loves when you’re like this. saying words he’d cringe at but ultimately adores coming out your mouth. he huffs, closing his eyes and leaning back on his head rest.

he plays along because he’s tired and you’re more interesting than his paperwork.

“no way,” he deadpans, eyes still shut. his thumbs rub along your waist, “since when?”

you kiss his jaw because how couldn’t you? that makes him look at you though, patiently waiting to hear your answer even though he roughly knows it.

you shuffle on his lap to get more comfortable, playing with the wisps of his hair.

“since i first saw you. when mina introduced me to you i thought you were so gorgeous,” you say and bakugou focuses on each word leaving your lips. he swears he knows this, you’ve told him this before but still his ego swells. you, whose beauty could make him believe in religion, thought he was attractive? bakugou calls himself lucky.

“that’s crazy,” he’s still got that monotone voice on but he entertains you by cocking his head to the side, “i thought you weren’t ugly too.”

you snort because you certainly don’t remember that. you remember being introduced to the blonde and right after, he rushed off to talk to kirishima while sending you these odd glares.

“now that’s a surprise. i thought i offended you and your bloodline with all the staring and frowning you gave me.”

hot hands sneak up your top, pressing to your sides. you notice the moon up in the sky through the window behind katsuki.

bakugou swears he’s too old to be embarrassed but his actions two years ago have a lot to answer for.

he groans, “i already told you, i was asking kiri about you. i wasn’t about to start talkin’ to you if you already had a man.”

you laugh, “why not? we could have been friends?”

he shakes his head, “nah, i’m not built for that unrequited love shit. listenin’ to you talk about him while i want you?”

“you’re lucky i was single then. also rewind, not ugly? i said gorgeous and you said not ugly?”

“stunnin’. beautiful. prettiest fuckin’ face i’ve ever seen.” he spills effortlessly because seeing you worked up over him is his favourite.

“that’s more like it.” you bite down on your lip, cheeks swelling with bliss.

it’s another moment of comfortable silence, staring at each other until you reach a new plain. he flicks his eyes down to your mouth first and then you do to his but nobody makes a move to kiss the other.

“i started to like like you once we started dating.”

“like like?” he huffs humorously and you only nod, “which date? the first one was shit. wasn’t surprised if you never saw me again after that.”

you gasp, “no it wasn’t!”

“it was a cinema date because i didn’t think i’d be able to hold a conversation for the whole time.”

you don’t mean to pout but you do, your heart warming your whole chest. “that’s so adorable.”

he rolls his eyes, “then i fell asleep during the movie.”

“so cute,” you coo, “that was my fault for offering to go out after work.”

“i wanted to see you.”

he bluntly states and you feel heat spread over your body like the first time he said those words to you on your first date.

“don’t say that like that.”

“why not?”

katsuki’s smirking and you know what that means so you switch the subject.

“i was going to say, i first like liked you when i saw you get angry for me.”

bakugou didn’t know that. with his eyes frowning, “really?”

“yeah. when i’d say things about my job then, you’d get visibly annoyed or remember when that guy cut in-front of me in the queue? you came over and told him to move all huffy and puffy like he disrespected me. when i’d just mention my day being shit, you’d get all growly over the phone and offer to help me, even though you usually couldn’t. i liked that.”

bakugou makes a sound of realisation, a small whisper, “never knew that.”

you just nod, pecking the tip of his nose. he just goes to peck your mouth after.

“i first liked you more than a crush when you wore that pink dress on the third date. made your ass look good.”

“oh my god. i struggled to put that one on.”

“i would’ve helped you take it off.”

you flick his forehead but before you get to rest your hand back on his shoulder, katsuki takes your hand and presses his lips to your three fingers. he speaks his next words against it.

“i knew it was more than a crush when you’d just talk to me about anythin’. felt like you trusted me, that you thought i was worthy of hearin’ your thoughts and it wasn’t somethin’ i had to try and prove. i spent so long tryin’ and provin’ that it was nice to just exist with you.”

your eyes widen all glossy and bakugou is quick, “don’t cry on me.”

you slap his arm, “i’m not! that is so sweet, what the hell?”

you slide your hands down to his chest so you can feel the vibrations of his laugh. the urge to kiss along the line of stubble on his jaw grows.

“it’s the truth.”

“i would talk so much and you’d just listen. i thought you were bored.”

“never bored. it was nice to hear someone else’s problems.”

“hey!”

“in a good way!”

you play with the gold chain across his collarbones, flicking your eyes up to his, “do you know when i first fell in love with you?”

bakugou doesn’t know why his heart races against his chest. like you both don’t utter the words during the day, through texts, through phone calls. but knowing the beginning seems intimate, like an answer for when anything goes wrong between you two he should go back to that time. he plays it off with humour.

“when i first showed you my fat cock? i remember how you gasped.”

you’re between a laugh and a choke, “honestly that was part of it,” bakugou mumbles a “really?” but you continue, “it was actually when we’d just sit in silence and it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. remember in my old apartment we’d just cuddle on my sofa and i thought about how easy it all was. how i could say anything and it would be fine. how i could have sex with you and nothing would change for the worse after.”

bakugou’s eyes glow, “d’you still feel that now?”

“i love you, katsuki. of course i do. your turn.”

“this is gonna sound so stupid,” he grumbles, looking away from you but your fingers find his jaw to drag him back.

“try me.”

“you probably won’t even remember but it was when this guy came to argue with me on the street ‘cause he didn’t like dynamight. i was a dickhead, caused damage, you know the shit. then you just stepped in front of me and told him to fuck off. your hands were in fists and you were shorter than him. it was actually kinda funny,” bakugou gives a tiny smile, shy at his admission, “the same as your like like but i loved that you thought i needed protection too.”

you’re giving a big pout, your bottom lip drooping like you’re on the verge of an emotional outburst.

“how did this turn so emotional?”

bakugou gives you a sympathetic smile, void of any mockery. he shrugs, thumbs stroking against your cheeks softly, “easy to be honest with you.”

you make the first move, pressing your lips onto your lovers. you’re like the final piece of the puzzle for him, always incomplete without you. you mix beautifully like butter and sugar, dragging him in closer to you until your heat lands on the length under his joggers. you open your mouth for his tongue to slip through and with all this new knowledge of how you both started, of emotions and new beginnings, you’re desperate. you’re itching to pull his clothes off and breathe him in completely.

bakugou’s always been the more patient one between you two and that’s not saying much.

“wanna go bed?” he pulls away to mumble, eyes half lidded, lips plump and a hand sneaking in his joggers to readjust himself.

“you’re not too tired, right? i want you,” you speak so fast, he hardly catches it. the grin that bakugou never knew he had before you, shines through.

he stands up, holding you to him koala style with his hands on your ass. you lock your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, “no, i’m gonna make love to you.”

Happiness Will Come To You.

hey so protip if you have abusive parents and need to get around the house as quietly as possible, stay close to furniture and other heavy stuff because the floor is settled there and it’s less likely to creak

WEAR HEADPHONES

NSFW

2 minutes of Caleb fingering you and then fucking you.

Excluding bgm. All audio and sfx come from the game. No Ai. 🤤😏

higuruma x american psycho

maybe i'll do a whole series with redrawings of different scenes from the movie. i already have some ideas for satoru 💋

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prohero!katsuki x reader — suggestive, mdni

Walking home alone at this hour is dangerous. Reckless, stupid. You'll get swallowed up by all kinds of creeps, your boyfriend told you once.

That’s why you need a hero to take care of you when this happens.

Pro Hero Dynamight — first in the official Chart, the bastard that makes all the villains shriek and the girls scream — makes this clear as he presses up against your back, thigh peeking between your legs, mouth to the shell of your ear — all for security, of course. He slides a heated hand from your hip to the curve of your thigh, his gloves rough on skin if it weren’t for the barrier of your jeans.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doin’ out here all alone?” Dynamight rasps to your neck.

You gasp at the heat of his body towering over you, feeling a little weak in the knees. A big, strong Pro Hero cornering you like this… It’s a little scandalous. Your heart pounds for all the wrong reasons. “My— My boyfriend's working overtime. He’s a Pro, too, you see. A little too busy for me sometimes, Dynamight, sir.”

His big hand spans across your thigh, a steady weight that twitches at your formal address. It explores boldly. “A Pro, huh,” he echoes, gripping your chin to press his mouth against your jaw. “Looks like he ain’t doin’ his job to me.”

You shudder, and he follows it with a finger trailing up your spine near possessively, a dragon to his newly-found treasure. You tilt your head to meet the pierce of his red eyes, too helpless to not draw closer to the mouth that’s putting you in a trance with each filthy word. A handsome man like him, so eager to touch you... Who is to blame you, really? Your boyfriend’s left you a little needy.

“Ah, but — it’s okay.” You squirm and look up at him through your lashes. Coy and easy. “I’m used to taking care of myself. He’s busy enough.”

“He’s a jackass,” Dynamight says fiercely, half-distracted by your mouth.

You nearly break character, a little laugh slipping out. And with the way he grins, he knows what he’s doing wrong.

“Ahem. Dynamight, sir,” you return seamlessly, with the grace of a professional. Your back arches willingly as he drags you impossibly close, hip to hip. “We can’t… not like this. Someone might see.”

“Who gives a shit,” he says, then grips one whole thigh and squeezes appreciatively. “You’re already ruttin’ against me like a horndog, anyway.”

“Like a—” Incensed, you slap his chest, then hit it a few times more out of frustration. “Katsuki, gross! Stop ruining the scene, dammit.”

“What?” Katsuki’s frowns rather theatrically. The picture of innocence that doesn’t quite fit with his growing smug grin. “I didn’t ruin anything. Look, I’m still har—”

“Okay.” You exhale sharply, pushing away from him. Katsuki laughs, trying to pull you back to him, cooing. “You know what? Just skip the foreplay and take me home.”