Hey I Have A Request For Bakugou..🤭

hii!! i just found ur blog (rlly cute theme btw) and I wanted to submit a fluff or smut (or both idk) letter w bakugo please

hope u have a good day or night and remember to rest ☺️

@esloao requests: could you do both letters involving bakugo when he miss reader while they're separated?

A/N: you won’t even believe it (because I don’t even believe it) but this is my first smut that I’ve ever written LMAO.

INCLUDES: PRO-HERO BAKUGO X fem CIVILIAN READER

WARNINGS: vulgar language, smut, fluff

FLUFF! WHEN PRO-HERO BAKUGO AND YOU ARE SEPARATED it feels as if all odds are against you. The days pass, each one longer than the other. You felt as if another part of you was missing from your soul, and the rest of you was functioning on autopilot— no one told you how hard it is to date a pro-hero…

Let alone that pro-hero being the #2 ranked hero in the country.

Depending on the urgency of the mission, Bakugo would regularly call you. Around two-three times a day. One in the morning, one at work, and one at night.

Your co-workers would see how you beamed at your phone when the call log showed your boyfriends name. A light squeal would slip from your mouth as your scurry away from your post to answer the phone call.

Most of the phone conversations would consist of your boyfriend asking you if you slept/ate well. And if you haven’t done any of those things he’ll cuss you out immediately.

Or when you’d tell him how your day was, telling him how stressful work was. He’d tell you you get some rest…knowing you won’t but it’s the thought that counts.

Sometimes, most of the phones calls are of you just being nosy— you regularly ask your boyfriend what he’s doing for his mission, regardless of how “top secret” the mission was supposed to be.

“What? So you go to the area to find no hostages and it was all a false call?” You say, confused and irritated at the news your partner tells you.

“Can’t fuckin’ believe the top agency, left my girl all alone at home for a week! Just for this bullshit,” your boyfriend snarled. You become warm at his sweet undertone of words.

“I mean- this is a high school level scenario, I swear we must be getting punked–“

“Does this mean you’re coming home early?” You coo. This makes Bakugo chuckle on the other line.

“Yes baby, hold your horses I’ll be there later.”

SMUT! WHEN PRO-HERO BAKUGO AND YOU ARE SEPARATED things can get a little carried away when you finally see each other again.

You sit on the couch, waiting impatiently, staring— burning holes into the front door of your shared home. You missed him so much, you needed him so bad.

Not to get sentimental, but everyday you spend with him feels like your last. Dating a pro-hero takes mental strength. Knowing that the person you wake up next to might not make it to kiss you goodnight is heart breaking to think about.

It was a harsh ideology to accept, and you still haven’t accepted it.

So every time you hear those keys jingle, and every time you watch that door open to see your loving boyfriends amber eyes shoot around the room to be met with yours. You immediately jump at him, holding onto hip like if you looked away for one mere second he’d disappear.

And every. single. time. your boyfriend comes home, this leads to the best sex you’ve ever had.

Legs hitched behind your head as your loving boyfriend pounds into you, each thrust burning so lustfully.

Sweat dripping from his forehead and onto yours, your loud breathy moans and his heavy grunts filled the room like a thick fog.

There was no time for words, only action.

His eyes looked into yours, staring into your tear glazed eyes and through to your soul. His hands clawed onto the back of your thighs, deep moans with each thrust.

Your arms shakily wrapped around his neck, nails digging deep into his scalp as you loudly moan, sloppily thrusting your hips forward for more pleasure.

“Y’missed me baby?” He growled, the loud slaps of your skin against his acts as beats of silence, which only makes you shiver.

“Y-yes,” you whimpered, licking your dry lips you try your best you look at him, but your eyes roll back and shut as you let out another wanton moan.

“You missed taking my dick didn’t ya?” Bakugo leans down, applying more pressure to your legs. Now his hard thrusts slow into his pelvis slowly rolling into your wetness.

Your eyes shoot open, you squeal as your boyfriend hits those bundles of nerves he knew he needed to hit. Letting out a gasp, you arms shoot from his neck and start to crawl at his back.

“Mhm!” You shake your head rapidly, as all you hear is the heavy breathing between the two of you.

“Mm thought so” Bakugo growls in your ear. Your boyfriend continues to rolls his hips, hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

“Y-y’know, every fuckin time I leave here…all I think about is you and my pussy” He says.

My?

The simple word that left his mouth makes you clench so hard— it makes the both of you breathless, you hear your boyfriend let out a loud moan.

“Shit, you like that? You like your pussy only belonging to me, honey?” He moans, you couldn’t even speak anymore.

“You like knowing that this is my pussy and only mines? You love how I make my pussy feel s’good?” He growls in your ear, he stops his grinding only to reposition himself. Growling, he slowly pulls out—soon slamming his length back in.

This makes you scream out.

“Katsuki!” Tears streaming down your face, the makeup you put on today melting off with ease.

Now, every thrust was rough with no intention of stopping.

“Fuck, Y/n!” He whimpers, head touching yours as he sloppily peppers kisses all over your face.

“Katsuki I’m gonna f’kin…cum,” eyes rolling back as your head slams onto the soft pillow.

“Yeah? Your gonna cum using your dick?” He whispers, eyes rolling back as he nears his end as well.

“Yes, I’m gonna cum using my dick” you moan out. Bakugo let’s out a half-chuckle, reaching down to caress your face with his warm hands. He places a warm, soft kiss on your lips.

Looking at his face, you notice that he was teary eyed as well. The eyeliner he used for his hero work smears as tears trickle down his cheeks.

“I love y-you,” Bakugo breathes out. This makes your breath hitch.

Bakugo is the type to rarely say those three words. He doesn’t take these words lightly. So you knew that when he meant it, he meant it.

“I love you too, Katsuki” you whimper giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Soon taking a hand from his back to caress his face.

You knew that you saying his first name was his weak spot. As you could tell the way his hips stuttered and his eyes slowly roll back in ecstasy.

“I’m cummin, fuck!”

Bakugo soon thrusts at a lethal pace, the only sound in the room was the slapping of your skin. As the both of you reach climax, orgasming hard and silent.

Time goes by as Bakugo collapses on top of you, bodies rising and falling as the only sounds are the pace of your slow breaths. You hold on tight to Bakugo, tears still streaming down your face as you revel in the moment.

You missed Katsuki, and he missed you too.

RRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! FIRST SMUT EVER LETS GO

I hope you liked this, I’m sorry if it’s cringey but I thought I did good, please let me know how I did or this will loom over my existence for the rest of my life :)

— lovelyiida ❤︎︎

playing a combat video game on Katsuki’s lap, him teaching you every thing he can. Whispering in your ear which buttons to press and a raspy little “atta girl” when you win the match. 🦋🦋🦋

If your asks are still open, could you please do a Bakugou that came tired from work, but his darling wife/hubby got a bath and a whole meal ready for him and then maybe a little soft smutty?

Thank you~~

Tysm for your ask >:3

And I'm sorry - this came out wayyy longer than it was suppose to lmao

>~< Warnings ; Soft!smut, F!Reader, use of 'good girl'.

Not proof read - ignore at typepo's

He had been tense recently. You could sense his overwhelming anxiety building up.

Ever since you had met Katsuki Bakugo you knew he was filled to the brim with pure raging emotions. He was just one of many who didn't know how or where to channel them.

However, that was what you signed to deal with - at the ripe age of 12 when his former venomous words shifted to less harsh ones of encouragement and disguised care.

'Just don't get yourself killed I don't wanna' hav' to carry to to the damn hospital wing'

'You okay?! You hurt?!'

'Dumbass, your doing it wrong. Watch me'

Even back then you knew he cared. Something in your heart just told you that this ball of anger and pride cared about you.

You were the one confess first on his 19th birthday. Everyone knew about the both, all except for him of course.

All it took was Izuku pulling you in the back garden and attempting to kiss you all while Bakugo watched from his balcony.

Never before has he felt rage quite like this. Pure rage laced with fear that you didn't like him. He had been trying to find ways to tell you but always came short.

He was stomping down the stairs in no time, eyes set on the back door so much that he missed to Izuku was back in the living room - cheeks pink with embarrassment.

He practically barged his way through doors until his eyes landed on you, alone, sitting by the pool. You were tracing the waves with your finger tips, eyes set on the clear water.

He crossed the path and stood next to your sat body. However, you jerked back when his voice broke the silence.

'So, where'd little Deku disappear off to?'

You instantly turned to look up at him, his red ones already boring into yours. You swallowed your nervousness that always seemed to appear when he was in your presence.

'Oh, erm, I'm not to sure-'

'Who would've thought that you liked him huh?' His words held a bite to them and you tilted you heard in confusion.

'What..?'

You stood up beside him, wondering if he was just pulling one of his many stupid jokes on you.

'And who said this you two are allowed back here?' He was growing more and more frustrated, arms now crossed over his chest as he stepped closer.

'Bakugo, i'm sorry but I swear-' You tried again but he cut you off.

'If you wanted to just be alone with Izuku- then you shouldn't have come.' He looked away as the sentence left his scowling lips.

And that was when you realised why he was so fired up.

He was jealous.

And you couldn't help your smile as you eyed the angry look on his face - offended that you dare give Izuku a speck of your attention.

Your smile however set him off even more as he spat more words about how you should just run back to Izuku.

Tired of his meaningless rant, you rudely cut off as your used all your strength to push him straight into the water below.

You couldn't stop your laughs as you heard the splash of water, his body completely submerged. You then once again took your stop beside the pool, this time dipping your toes in.

You waited patiently, grinning ear to ear as your saw his head resurface.

And boy - if looks could kill.

'Im sorry suki, I thought you could use a cool down.' He seemed to be in shock from your actions, your audacity leaving him stunned.

Using this time, you gripped the front of his shirt and gently pulled him towards you. You leaned down closer, both your heart and his beating wildly.

'And I like you too dumbass.' You repeated his nickname for you back at him and he always laughed at your copy cat behaviour.

'Come here.' You didn't have a choice as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you towards his chest - bodies shivering from the cold of the water.

His lips immediately enveloped yours as you both smiled into your first of many kisses.

Finally, you were his and he was yours.

The memory played on repeat as you bent over the tub, warm water racing through your fingertips. Your cheeks were tinted, remembering how you felt in that moment.

Deeming the water hot enough, you leaned over and turned the tap off. The bathroom was dark, the candles littered on every shelf casting a warm glow.

You knew both you and Katsuki needed this.

You needed to be together, life and work had used everything in its power to hinter you seeing each other and you were tired. Today would be different no matter what.

Exiting the bathroom, you checked your phone. Katsuki had sent no messages but you knew he would be home soon.

It was 12pm at night- you knew Katsuki expected you to be asleep but like you said, not tonight.

The sound of the lock be turned alerted you and you moved quickly to the door - ready to greet your tired husband.

He never failed to make you nervous. Your heart jumped as he came into view, eyes cast down at the wood floor.

After years of training, your husband had filled out his role at Number 2 hero, his shoulders wide and chest packed with muscle. Only one word could described your husband and it was big.

He only noticed you when he fully in the apartment, door closed and relocked.

Katsuki felt himself physically melt as he took you in. You were stood about a metre away, too far, with your arms clasped in front of you - eyes full of love ready to drown him in.

He was on you in a second, arms around your figure and nose shoved deep into your neck. You always smelled like lavender, the calm he needed.

You also wrapped him in your arms, breathing him in like oxygen. You felt to happy you could cry, tears welling up in your eyes as you finally felt wholly safe again.

You felt his hand gasp your jaw, angling your face so he could smash his lips to your - something he felt like he hadn't done in a lifetime.

You kissed back, fingers lacing into his hair and tugging his impossibly closer.

Pulling back, he pressed his forehead to yours, finally opening his eyes to stare into yours.

'Why you crying baby?' His heart sunk, both hands now cradling your head, thumbs swiping under your eyes.

'I just missed you.' You sniffed, hands moving to hold his wrists.

Guilt ate at him as he pressed his forehead back to you, wishing he could take the loneness from you.

He knew exactly how you felt, he hated only coming back to your sleeping figure - little hands gripping his pillow to your chest. Without you there, he felt empty as he saved life after life.

He was determined to change something, there was no way he could leave you to be so upset again.

'Im sorry my love, I'm so sorry.'

Neither of you knew how long you stood there, caressing and kissing - basking in each other love.

It was you that pulled away first, hands coming up to remove his hero costume. He watched as you did, eyes tracing over your face, already missing your lips.

Once he was only in his boxer, your gently took his hand and lead him into the bathroom, the whole room warm from the heat of the candles.

You turned to Katsuki, undoing your sheer robe as he watched silently, eyes bouncing as more and more of your skin was revealed.

Katsuki's mouth watered as your bare breast were revealed to him, nipples hard and standing at attention.

You looked away, kicked the robe away and climbing into the tub.

When you both had bought this house, you had made sure the tub was massive. It was big enough to fit 4 people at least and you loved that it gave more than enough room for you both.

You water came up to just above your breasts as you motioned for Katsuki to follow.

He instantly pulled down his underwear and climbed in behind you, shifting until his legs were around yours and his chest was to your back.

You felt him rest his head against your shoulder, chin tucked in close and he basked in your scent and love.

You lift your hand as placed it on his head, nails began to gently scratch at his scalp and he hummed in appreciation.

Not wanting the water to turn cold before you properly washed up, you turned in his embrace - now facing him, nose to nose and chest to chest.

You looked deep into his eyes as he did yours, a smirk tugging at his lips.

'Your so beautiful.'

You blushed and looked away, still no being able to take his compliments upfront even though you had been married for almost 3 years.

'Thank you.' Needing a distraction, you reached over his shoulder and grabbed the lo-fi and body wash. Pouring a decent amount onto the sponge, you began to run it over his neck and shoulders.

He instantly seemed to deflate, back pressed full against the tub and eyes closed.

You looked over his features, his perfect nose, mouth and eyes - stilling lathering his body in soap.

After he was completely covered, you headed lower - focusing on his abs. You frowned at the various bruises but it was nothing new.

The soap began to float to the surface of the water, hindering your view slightly as you continued to scrub.

You eventually landed on his toned thighs and only then did you look up.

Katsuki was already staring at you, eyes half lidded.

fuck..

You swallowed, nervous from his stare and continued.

Once the soap had left the sponge, bubbles building up around the edge of the tub, your disregarded it - choosing to instead run your hands along his skin.

You yet again looked up, fluttering your lashes at your husband.

You saw him purse his lips and sit up, body sloshing the water around yours. Once you were nose to nose again, he ran his hands down from your waist to your thighs, gripping the skin and pinching as he went.

You whined, thighs shaking as he grasped them, yanking you forwards and directly on top of him.

'Whining already? I've barley touched you.' He smirked at you, dimple evident as you looked away.

He was, of course, right. This was nothing in comparison to the please he's grazed upon your body before but nevertheless, it had your pussy clenching around nothing.

'Please..?' You nosed your face under his, kissing his neck gently. You could feel his pulse and you smiled at the fact it matched yours.

You continued to kiss around, sucking on the skin until light bruises formed. There was always such a massive difference about the marks you left on him and the ones he left on you.

You could feel his hands on you again, moving up from your thighs to your ass - gripping the flesh and squeezing.

You instantly rocked your hips against his hands and subconsciously against his cock.

You both shuddered as your loins grazed. It had been too long..

'You're so needy. Missed me that much?' he groaned as he pinched your ass, using that as leverage to rock your hips again and again against his own.

'Course, suki' You whined.

'Come on then, grind against me. Gotta get that pussy wet for me.' You moaned at his words, moving faster on top of him, feeling his thick girth slide between your fold and up against your clit.

Katsuki moved his right hand from your ass to the front of your body, left still rocking you against him, and pinched your nipple.

He rolled the it between his thumb and forefinger, the rest cupping your underboob.

'So fucking sensitive hah?' He panted in you neck and you whined in response.

'Please let me cum suki, it's been so long' You begged, breaths coming out laboured.

'Rub your clit for me baby, go on.' He encouraged, groping your breast more roughly and moving your hips quicker.

You instantly did as you were told, running your ring finger in tight, fast circles.

Your hips jolted as you hit your high, slowing down as you threw your head back, Bakugo taking the opportunity to suck his own hickeys into your neck.

Overwhelmed, you moaned out loud, desparate cries while it all went straight to Katsuki cock - that throbbed and twitched painfully against his stomach.

'You ready for me baby?' He asked after you had calmed down. You immediately nodded against him and he chuckled in response.

'Of course you fuckin' are. Lift your hips up.' He kissed your check as you elevated your hips, chest pressed flat to his and face in his neck.

He moved his hand from your ass to your tailbone and used the other aline his cock to your entrance. You cried out as you felt him push inside, stretching you to fit his size.

He whispered encouragement in your ear as he told you to lower your hips when you were ready to.

He'd gladly wait here all way for you and you knew that.

Not wanting to wait, you slowly but surely lowered until your hips were flush to his, cock buried to the hilt inside you.

You moaned as you allowed your pussy to get use to him again.

You pulled back slightly and looked down. The sight made you clench and Katsuki groaned as he felt it, walls warm and sung to him.

'You feel so fucking good.' He pulled you bak to his, sitting up with you. You both moaned as he slid even deeper, tip pushed up and against your G spot.

You both moved at the same time, rocking with the water and he slid in and out of your hole. Your slick made it easier each time as your both groaned and whined into the quiet room.

You could hear the water escaping over the edge of the tub, slashing down onto the ground.

Neither of you cared as you both worked together, hips grinding.

You felt his hands grip your ass, spreading it from the force he was using to move you against him.

You loved it, moaning and telling how amazing he felt inside you. But he knew already, just from the way you were continuously clenching around his length.

'Keep clenching around me , fuck thats it goood girl' You whined as you whiteness him go pussy drunk.

'Im gonna come Katsuki'

His hands moved again, crawling around your waist and straight against your clit. It was sore and sensitive as he ran circles around it.

'So sensitive baby.' You felt his smirk against your neck as you moved faster.

You high hit you like a slap and your clenching finally pushed Katsuki to exactly where he needed to be.

After a few more thrusts, you felt him twitch and release inside you, it was hot and your squirmed at the sensation. He rocked your body against his still, both of you riding your highs together.

'You did such a good job baby.' H slid his arms around your waist and hugged you close.

'Deep breaths,' You did as he said and you were both soon cuddling in the tub, the water lukewarm but neither of you dare budged.

You did eventually lift your head to connect eyes with the love of your eyes,

And he was staring right back at you.

And just like that, you were back in that pool in his back garden, not even a centimetre between you as you bother utter the words,

I Love You.

Again, did not mean for this to be so long :p

my joints hurt

hello kitty band-aids

pairing: spider-man!iwaizumi x reader

words: 1.7k

summary: your friendly neighborhood spider-man needs your help to treat his wounds

genre: marvel au, fluff, sfw, humor

tw: wounds, blood

You still don’t know how exactly you got involved with him. One day he was your classmate, then you two were assigned to work together on a physics assignment, and the next thing you knew you were keeping Spider-Man's biggest secret, his identity.

Like every other girl in your school, you idolized him - the superhero, not Iwaizumi -. You acted like a fangirl whenever you saw him swinging around the streets or when he showed up on the news after saving people from a fire. Having someone to protect the city made you feel safe because you knew that if you ever needed help, Spider-Man would show up to save you, besides that, not knowing who he was gave him a mysterious and intriguing air. You found yourself awake at night dreaming of who your hero crush was and what he looked like, unbeknownst that he sat only a few desks away from you in class.

At first, you couldn’t comprehend how an eighteen-year-old teenager could be fighting bad guys in the streets when, logically, adults are stronger than him, but after Hajime pulled a truck with his web to save a kid inside it, all your doubts about his powers vanished.

And as much as people think superheroes are untouchable and invincible, even the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man has his bad days, which is why he is knocking on your window right now, trying to get you to let him in.

Iwaizumi can hear the loud music blasting inside the room and moves to the edge of the glass to see past the curtains. A soft smile that hurts his busted lips takes over his face as he sees you dancing in front of your bed with a microphone - also known as your hairbrush - in your hands. He chuckles while you jump in your place with your eyes closed, too emerged in the song to focus on anything else. Hajime could stay there for hours, watching how you act when no one else is around. However, the cut on his side is still bleeding and he needs to put some ice on his left wrist.

So he shifts to the side, behind the cloths covering the windows so you won’t be embarrassed that he was watching your concert, and knocks on the glass hard enough to be heard over the music.

Mere seconds later, you open the windows and let out a tiny gasp when you acknowledge the state he is in.

“Oh my God, Iwa, you look awful.”

“Thank you, you sure know how to flatter a man, Y/n.”

“Just get in already.”

You roll your eyes and tug on his wrist, immediately letting it go once a hiss escapes through his gritted teeth. Iwaizumi slips into your room, careful not to knock anything down as he does so. He plops on the floor and leans his back on your bed, his right-hand touches the side of his ribs, and he feels his fingers getting wet.

“Y/n, can you get the first aid kit, please?” He breathes out and rests his head back on the mattress.

Now that he is in a safe place, far from all the danger, the adrenaline in his veins disappears and he feels his body hurting all over. Maybe he should listen to you for once and go to a hospital to take care of all the injuries that most certainly left sequels behind, but why would he when the hospital doesn’t have the Hello Kitty’s band-aid’s you always put on his wounds?

“You know, I should start charging you, I had to buy three new kits during the past two months, my mom even asked if someone was beating me up at school because of all the ointment I’m using.”

Hajime can’t laugh because of the pain in his toráx, so he settles with a smirk instead. You take a mental picture of the sight. Why do men with busted lips and bloody cheeks smirking look so damn attractive? How is that even possible?

You quickly walk to the bathroom to hide your blushed cheeks, take the white box from the cabin and lock the door once you return to your room. There’s no one home besides you and Iwaizumi, but you rather not take any chances of your parents coming home early and finding someone with you.

When you look at Hajime, you wish you had locked yourself outside of the room. Spider-Man has the upper part of his uniform resting around his hips, his muscular torso exposed and his chest rising and falling quickly. You can swear your cheeks are melting from how hot they feel.

Your moment of thirst is cut short when you take notice of the cut on his rib, it’s not bleeding so much anymore due to the pressure Iwaizumi put on it, but it still looks bad.

“Iwa, what happened?”

You kneel beside him and pull everything out of the box so you can treat him.

“Five guys were breaking into a jewelry store, I went down to stop them, but I didn’t see a sixth guy coming closer. He had a knife, and the rest you know.”

“Don’t you have a sixth sense? How could you not see him coming.”

Iwaizumi takes a deep inhale while you drag a cloth wet with alcohol across his wound.

“I had my mind somewhere else.”

“What could you possibly be thinking of while fighting bad guys?”

“Doesn’t matter right now.” He turns his head to the other side, but not before you catch a glimpse of his reddened cheeks.

With the blood out of the way, you can see the injury more clearly. You wonder if it needs a couple of stitches or not, you’re just a high-schooler after all, you’re definitely not the one Hajime should be going to treat his wounds. But knowing the brunette, he is too stubborn to go to a hospital, so you’ll have to take it into your hands to fix him.

You try your best to stay focused on your task, but the hardened ridges of his muscles call out for you. Just a little glance. It won’t hurt. Yes, it will. We’re only inches away, he won’t even notice you looking at us.

You give in to temptation, and as you apply ointment to the cut you let your eyes shift to the center of his abs. So that is what he’s been hiding all this time. Seijoh’s uniform for sure doesn’t make Hajime justice. His six-pack stares back at you in all its handsome glory, his chest makes you want to lay on it, and his shoulders mock you into thinking of how they move when he’s lifting some weight. Oh, if only you could take a glance at his back to see if it is nearly as perfect as his front, it probably is, even the motherfucker's calves are hot.

Panic settles in when you feel something hot under your hand, only then do you realize your fingers are tracing the edges of his muscles — touching Iwaizumi, touching his abs. You look up to him to find olive eyes already staring at you, seeing through your soul.

You pull your hand back as if he was a walking disease and pretend you’re busy organizing the first-aid supplies while he coughs into his hand.

“The injury is fixed.” You say, clasping your hands together.

“Thanks.” He says, avoiding eye contact with you. “Could you put a band-aid on my cheek?”

You nod and reach out to the Hello Kitty stamped card box on your nightstand, always in sight for unexpected moments - like this one - when your hero comes over.

Hajime lays his head back again and you hover over him, face to face. With a gentle touch, you clean the cut with a cotton ball then place the pink band-aid on his skin. Getting out of your focus, you lock eyes with Iwaizumi, who watched you the whole time you treated his face. You gulp.

“My lip is busted.”

“I can see that.”

Silence.

“Will you treat it?”

“Yes.” You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and reach out to the kit, but he stops you before you grab it.

“Why don’t you kiss it better?”

Suddenly, the air seems denser inside your lungs.

“…What?”

Hajime slowly lifts his hand and cups your left cheek as if testing waters. His eyes watch yours for any signs of reluctance and he pulls you closer unhurriedly, to give you enough time to get away in case you change your mind.

Your lips hover over one another, not touching completely, yet you can feel the high point of his upper lip so close to the gap between yours that it almost feels like you’re kissing. But you’re not, and every hair of your body standing up in a goosebump urges for you to close the less than millimetric gap separating you two.

“Y/n! I brought you some manjū! It was fresh out of the oven.” Your mom shouts from the other side of the door, making you jump in your place.

“Shit.” You mumble under your breath.

Iwaizumi quickly gives you a peck and swiftly gets up from the floor while you push all the medical supplies under your bed.

“Y/n?! Are you okay in there?”

“Yeah, just a minute!” You yell, voice wavering from panic.

Hajime struggles with his uniform. Besides the rush, his ribs hurt- correction, his whole body hurts, and as much as he’s trying not to make any sounds, there’s only so much pain one can take. You quickly step in to help and glare at him to be silent.

In record time you dress him up and push him gently towards your window.

“Bye. Thanks.” He whispers rushily and kisses your cheek before swinging away.

“Y/n?!”

You fly across the room and open the door wide.

“Hi, mom.” You smile

“What were you doing?”

“Uh… push-ups!”

She looks at you with a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

“Okay…? Here’s your manjū, Sweetie.”

“Thanks a lot, mom. I’m gonna finish my push-ups now, bye.”

You close the door and collapse on your bed. The recent events were so comic you wanted to laugh. Instead, you sit up and start chewing on the bean-filled sweet, and only then you realize.

Spider-man kissed you.

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Feat. Tanaka Ryunosuke x F!Reader, Bokuto Kotaro x F!Reader, Tendou Satori x F! Reader

Description: Due to your loving boyfriend being in a different continent for personal reasons, you had been feeling quite lonely in your once shared apartment. You hadn’t expected him to come back for at least another three weeks, which almost seemed unbearable. You two had been keeping contact with innocent skype calls and text messages, until recently when things between the two of you get steamy through the screen. 

Rating: Smut

Disclaimer: Sexting, Mutual Masturbation,  Established Relationship, Long Distance?, Desperation, Mentions of Punishment, Brief Insecurities  Word Count: 2,681

Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything

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|♡| Tanaka Ryunosuke |♡|

“Miss you”

The short text has you smiling to yourself, kicking your feet at the edge of your bed as your boyfriend continues to complain about how tiresome this trip was and how much he wished he was in bed with you. It wasn’t long before your perverse boyfriend turned his sweet messages into provocative texts, hinting strongly to send him nude photos of yourself. 

“It’s fine if you dont wanna bby, just need a little motivation is all” He sends immediately after, noticing your lack of response. “Are the ones I sent before now cutting it?” You anxiously type the reply to which Tanaka is quick to respond. 

“Ofc, but you know I cant help but want more. I wanna see you.” 

You were always nervous about taking pictures. Always second-guessing your pose or hating on your expression. You had never felt like you were photogenic, and nudes seemed to only strengthen this insecurity despite Tanaka fucking it away numerous times before. 

But you knew your boyfriend, who was completely devoted and obsessed with your character. Just the slightest flash of skin and Tanaka would run laps and have slobber hang from his mouth. He was never shy about how attractive he thought you were. 

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reblogging even though i have been so fortunate to never have been exposed to being mistreated so horribly and everyday i am thankful for that but just because i haven’t doesn’t mean that 1 in 6 women aren’t. The fact that men think they are so entitled to our bodies is absolutely disgusting. If you are a man reading now, remember this. you are owed NOTHING, you are not entitled to ANYTHING. you can’t make us feel bad for not putting out for you. And if we don’t give you what you want you call us sluts and whores??? in what world does that make any sense? And to ANYONE that has ever laid a finger on someone without their consent, hells got a special place for you.

trigger warning: rape

When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasn’t really a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. I said ‘sure it is, you’ve either had sex before him, or you haven’t’. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.

In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy “friend” starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didn’t sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and she’ll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And I’m in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.

And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasn’t even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.

And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesn’t even remember it but that it’s something that she’ll never have the luxury of forgetting.

And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.

And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldn’t feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just kept saying “stop” over and over like a broken record but he must’ve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said “we should do this again sometime”. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.

And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonald’s first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didn’t listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just “asking for attention” and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.

And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.

And I’m so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I don’t know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And… Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.

-16 year old girl

a/n: okay so one thing everyone knows about me is that Tangled is my ALL time favourite movie. like it’s number one, and the boat scene has me crying every single time but i just watched the little mermaid and that boat scene had me giggling like a five year old again so i think i’ve got a thing for romantic boat rides idk. this just popped into my head and it’s v unedited cause my computer is fucked and i’m lazy and i’ll wrote it properly one day but for now please enjoy some bakugou fluff

okay so very early on into your relationship with Katsuki you have a marathon of all your favourite movies (mostly disney, studio ghibli, the occasional super hero/action movie thrown in) but it’s your reaction to the boat scene from Tangled that is imprinted on Bakugou’s brain. The way you clutched at his arm and mouthed along to all the words, smile wide as Eugene and Rapunzel leaned in for the kiss. Everything about you being completely absorbed was beyond adorable and that’s when the idea popped into Katsuki’s head.

Two and half years into the relationship is when he pops the question. Setting up a boat complete with flowers and lanterns (he even calls in a favour with the local council to recreate the endless amount of lanterns in the sky) anyway, there he is once again staring at you so full of love that he almost just blurts out the question.

“hey, so remember when I told you about wanting to be number one hero?” his voice is thick as he swallows the lump that forms in the back of his throat.

you turn your attention from the sky full of lanterns. “Is that why were out here? Did you get the spot?” you bounce your knees excitedly.

“well, no but… remember how it was my dream?” Katsuki can feel his cheeks blushing.

your eyes narrow and he can practically see the wheels turning in your head as you connect the dots.

“no, you’re not- Bakugou, I” you shake your head as you finally register what is happening. “you’re not going to do this and make a joke, ‘Suki that’s mean”

“can you shut up and let me talk please?” the words are soft as he reaches into his jacket pocket.

your eyes follow his hand, tears starting to roll down your cheeks.

“I had a dream which I honestly thought i’d never reach and i was always second guessing everything each time i was beat out and you know how upset i get over it but i don’t care about that anymore” fingers grip the small box. “I don’t care about it because I have a new dream. You”

you sniffle and grab onto Katsuki’s free hand. “ ‘Suki…”

He shakes his head, knowing if he deviated from his planned script he would burst into tears. “My new dreams is to be with you and live with you and love you until we’re old and have a million grandkids. I don’t care about anything else, you’re it and I- fuck, this is so hard” his voice breaks as tears start to fall. “I love you so much and I never want to be without you so please, marry me.”

[11:25am]

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Thinking about how you had told Bakugou that you weren’t super into giving head because you have had so many bad experiences. And he was completely fine with it because he loved you and that stupid little thing wouldn’t define how he felt about you

However you decided that one day you wanted to try it with him, he’s not the same as the rest, a different guy, more importantly a nice guy who treats you right. And from then on out any negative thought you had about going down on him was thrown out the window.

Every time you could you were on him, asking to suck him off at random times in the day just because you wanted to feel him in your mouth.

Like this morning when you had woken up to him giving you lazy cuddles in your cozy sheets. You could feel his morning wood pressing into your stomach (bc u guys like to cuddle hugging each other) and you decided to do something about it.

Bakugou wasn’t particularly horny it was just something that happened however when you told him to lie on his back and moved to sit on all fours in between his legs he was. He watched as you peeled his basketball shorts down a little bit then his gaze went a little higher to see the shirt of his you were wearing inching up your stomach from your ass in the air. The cute little polar bear panties with a bow on the front weren’t meant to be sexy but somehow they were.

Then you went to town by far the messiest head he ever dreamed of getting. I mean hey just because you didn’t like it doesn’t mean that you weren’t good at it right? Doing this to him had given you some pleasure too whereas all the other times it was a horrible experience, but Katsuki never pushed your head down or used you like a toy, he let you have free reign because you were good and he didn’t want anything to change.

When you had first told him you didn’t like giving head he would have never thought that he would be getting it so often without having to ask. You were like an angel from heaven but he was curious as to what changed.

“Nghhh f-fuck baby you’re so fucking good. T-thought you said you didn’t like this? O-oh my god k-keep doin that.” he barely got out due to his near whimpers.

You pulled your head off his dick but continued to stroke him with fast rough paces to keep the momentum going. “I changed my mind.” You said before quickly moving to put your mouth back on him.

That’s what made the dam burst. The fact that everyone else had made it so miserable for you that you hated it but with him, you couldn’t get enough. You’d never be able to get enough.

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