If Your Asks Are Still Open, Could You Please Do A Bakugou That Came Tired From Work, But His Darling

i want a big strong hockey boy to slam ME into the glass ga dayum

i need more of this

and katsuki’s a bitch. he jokingly mocks y/n’s moans after their done.

“you know our neighbors are gonna file a complain about you right?”

“katsuki?!!? why?? what did i do????”

“ahhh— oh my god! fuck! katsuki! fuck that’s so good! ahhh! i’m gonna—”

“i hate you”

does it with all his body weight on you and kissing up your neck. he smells like you and it’s making you feel woozy. hand on your waist to hold you tight close to him and he’s so equally cute and annoying.

Every tutoring session with boyfriend Bakugou in your rooms eventually turns into a heated make-out session to which he always puts a momentary stop to take off his glasses and toss them on the desk before he either pulls you to his lap or backs you onto the bed, not realizing just how crazy that little gesture drives you every time

cw. masochism, blood, marks, smut (MDNI)

no because iwaizumi loves waking up and looking in the mirror to the markings that you made on his back. all red and swollen, they sting when he cleans them, but he's not ashamed of what you did last night.

he remembers the way your nails dig into his skin. they were perfectly manicured and he made sure to pay for you to get them done just for this. his hips bucking against yours when he feels the acrylics piercing his skin and drawing a bit of blood. he nearly cums then and there, filling up your sopping pussy even more as cum oozes out.

he loves it. loves it so much that when he goes out to the gym and he wears a muscle tee or no shirt at all, he isn't shameless to the stares he get. face contorted in complete concentration, no one really dares to approach him to comment about it because he's already intimidating as is.

and you usually try and apologize when you see what you did even though you damn well know he loves you marking him up. he always hushes your apologies, pulling you for another kiss as his hand grabs the fatty skin of your ass. he's ready to fuck again, rutting his hardening boner against you. "don't worry about it, doll."

so cute!!!!!

his pretty girl

okay tumblr didn't want to touch this with a 10 foot pole yesterday so i am trYING AGAIN wc: 2.2k cw: afab reader, subspace, praise, explicit sexual content

You found Bakugo in the spare room, but it wasn’t hard—you heard him let out a loud string of expletives aimed at someone on the other end of his headset from your spot across the house. Despite the venom in his voice, he’d been in a good mood all day, and it made you feel bold enough to interrupt his game. It would only be for a second, after all—and you missed him.

“Do you have eyes in that big ass head of yours or—” he was cut off by the soft squeak of the door as you pushed it open. He tipped his head back to look at you, eyes crinkling as he watched you linger in the doorway. He threw an arm over the back of the chair lazily, beckoning toward you as he turned back to his game. You padded over to him, leaning against the back of the chair to watch over his shoulder. The arm he’d thrown up to you snuck around the back of your neck—it definitely looked and felt like a headlock, but you knew it was Bakugo’s version of affection.

“What’re you doin’?” He asked you, eyes still on the screen.

“Wanted to show you something. And I missed you.”

His lips turned up at the corners at that. “Oh yeah? C’mere then,” he patted his lap, and you gladly obliged.

You settled over top of him, legs dangling over either side of the chair. You leaned into him, pressing your face into the side of his neck. His arms came to rest around you, and you felt the controller against your back as he continued to play. You heard the familiar voices of Kirishima and Denki in the headset, and it made you smile. Bakugo hardly saw much of his friends these days, as he and the rest of them were swamped with work now that they’d been thrown into the pro-hero world, but you thought it was nice that they were still able to do things together like this.

“You wanted to show me somethin’?”

His voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Oh, yeah,” you paused, moving to hold your hands out in front of you, “look! I painted my nails, and my ring came in.”

He looked down, regarding your work. He would be remiss to say that his favorite shade of burnt orange against your skin didn’t do something for him, but his eyes zeroed in on the ring on your finger. He’d sent it to get resized after discovering that you were a weird half-size, and the way it wrapped around your finger had his heart constricting in his chest.

“So it did,” he breathed, grabbing your hand in his and moving it side to side, watching the ring glint in the light. You hummed.

“Thought it looked pretty,” you said somewhat bashfully—you hadn’t expected him to inspect it so closely. You were acutely aware of a spot you’d missed with the polish on your ring finger.

He looked up at that, eyes trained on yours. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver up your spine.

“Hey, dumb and dumber, I gotta go,” he said into the headset, already pulling it off before he heard the protests of his friends. He turned the console off from the controller and dropped it on the floor next to his chair. His hands came up to grip your hips, and you squeaked at the harshness of it. He pulled you closer to him and dropped kisses over the skin of your shoulder.

“What’re you gettin’ shy for? Of course it looks pretty. My baby’s always pretty,” he told you, punctuating every other word with lips that made their way up your neck.

“Katsuki,” you breathed, and you felt the groan rumble in his chest. He was on his feet then, dragging you up with him in his arms. He walked you down the hall to your bedroom, setting you down on the linen sheets of your bed. He hovered over you, leaning down to resume his kisses over the ridges of your throat. He opened his mouth to suck gently on your pulse point.

“So pretty, all the time,” he murmured, lips dragging up your jaw, pressing chaste kisses up the bone until he nipped at the spot behind your ear, pulling a gasp from you.

“I think my pretty girl needs to be made to feel good, yeah?” His gaze met your half-lidded one and you nodded dumbly, making him grin. He leaned down to meet your lips, and it was hot and heavy and suffocating, the way he consumed you so easily. His tongue licked into your mouth as his hand slid under the sleep shirt you wore. You moaned at how warm he felt as he palmed at your chest. He chuckled when you broke the kiss to help him pull your shirt over your head.

“Aw, you hurtin’ for it?” His tone was mocking-- it settled deep into your core and lit every nerve ending on fire. At his words, your hips jutted up and made contact with the thigh he’d placed between yours, and you let out a pained groan. You couldn’t help but get carried away with him. He never let you live it down, but he always gave you what you needed. Even if he made you plead for it.

He leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly. You let out a choked breath at the pressure, and then a moan at the way he soothed over it with his tongue. He alternated between each nipple and between tongue and teeth until you were a writhing mess underneath him. “Katsuki,” you choked out, half delirious, “please—need you.”

“I know, pretty girl,” he cooed, pressing open mouthed kisses down your tummy, pausing to suck on the skin above the hem of your underwear, “m’gonna give you everything you need. Be sweet for me.”

You nearly keened off the bed when he pressed a chaste kiss to your clothed core. He dragged his tongue over the wet spot you’d created, pausing to inhale deeply.

“God,” he ground out, “smells fuckin’ divine.”

Your body twitched involuntarily with every touch. You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut, hips jutting upwards and praying he’d give you something substantial. You felt your stomach drop at the tsk he let out.

“Want you to look at me, pretty girl,” and it was gentle in a way that surprised you—usually his tone was a demanding one that had your blood buzzing in your veins, eager to do whatever he asked of you. This was almost worse, though, with the way the love saturated his voice sent white hot arousal pooling in your gut. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his, and the grin spread across his face.

“There she is,” he murmured, eyes never leaving yours as he hooked a finger through the waistband of the fabric and pulled it from your legs. His eyes drifted to your exposed cunt.

“Oh,” he breathed out, and you mewled at the way his breath brushed over your sensitive folds, “never gonna fuckin’ get tired of this.”

He brushed the back of his pointer finger through your heat, and you let out a moan that would’ve embarrassed anyone who heard it. It just egged Katsuki on, though, and he leaned forward to press a kiss to your clit.

“Kat—hah,”

Your body thrummed with need and your hips moved with a mind of their own. You fought to keep your eyes open as he licked a long swipe straight up, pausing at your clit to let you grind yourself against his face. He moaned his approval and the vibration of it melted every cohesive thought from your brain. He pulled back and you couldn't stop the whine that tore itself from your throat.

“Always done up, just for me. Fuckin' luckiest man alive. Tell me,” his eyes met yours and you shivered at the hunger you saw there, “who’s the prettiest girl in the world?”

Your eyes went wide at his question, and you whimpered at the feeling of the pad of his thumb brushing devastatingly soft circles over your clit. You could do nothing else but gasp out an “I—huh?”, slurred with pleasure. The grin on his face was dangerous.

“Want you to tell me,” he told you, pressing down harder on your clit and turning your whimpers into broken moans, “who the prettiest girl in the world is.”

Your face grew hot and you cursed the blush that surely crept over your cheeks. You weren’t necessarily in the dark about your looks—you certainly agreed with him most days that you were pretty. But this was new, and you felt vulnerable, with his sharp eyes fixed on you from between your legs. You wanted to look away, to escape the intensity of his affection--to avoid the way it almost felt humiliating, to say something so simple-- but you knew better. You wanted to be sweet for him, after all.

“I am,” you muttered, almost inaudible, but you’d guessed he’d heard it if the lips wrapped around your clit were anything to go by. You cried out, dangerously close to falling apart, and then he pulled away.

“You are…?” He teased, back to tracing little circles over your pulsing cunt. You whined, and it bordered on brattish. You sucked in a breath and gathered your resolve.

“I-I’m…the prettiest girl in the world.”

He slipped a thick finger into you and crooked it upwards, fucking into you slowly and letting you drag your aching clit over his tongue with every stuttered movement of your hips.

“Tell me again,” he ground out, reveling in the way your face contorted with pleasure, but your eyes never left his. You really were very good, and all for him.

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world,” you groaned out, less bashful in your attempts to chase the high he could feel you approaching. You were familiar with the headspace he was pulling you into-- you were wholly overwhelmed at the way the vulnerability tangled itself in the wanton want you felt, and your throat burned with emotion. You knew anything he pulled from you next would be absolutely pitiful.

“Oh, I love you. Again.”

“I’m the prettiest girl in the world!” Your words were broken, tears spilling over your lash line and head snapping back at the feeling of the flick of his tongue over your little nub. Your love and your pleasure fell from your mouth in unintelligible babbles, and you distantly wondered if he'd always be able to reduce you to this with seemingly minimal effort. His free hand wrapped around the skin of your thigh, rubbing soothing circles into it as you shook under his ministrations, and you knew he was trying to ground you.

“One more time, sweet girl.”

“I’m—oh my god, fuck, fuck—the prettiest girl—”

You were cut off by the force of your orgasm, and Katsuki would’ve sooner died than stop what he was doing for a second, feeling the way you clamped down on his finger as he fucked you through it. There was no stopping the way your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, mouth hung open in a sob as the blinding pleasure lash through your body like a whip. Your vision was fuzzy as you came down, and you barely registered Bakugo as he hovered over you, pressing his lips to the tear stains that lined your cheeks.

“So good,” you heard him say, and it was like you were underwater, “did so, so good for me, pretty baby.”

You whimpered as he pulled his finger from your body and popped it into his mouth, sucking the last drops of you away as you watched through heavy eyelids. The sight of it curled in your gut, mostly because you knew that it was not intended to be as erotic as it looked—he just genuinely liked how you tasted, and would never pass up an opportunity to do so.

He caged your head between strong arms and bent his neck down to press kisses to your forehead. You let out a soft sigh, feeling a new wave of tears threaten to spill at the intimacy of the moment. Your hands found purchase in the T-shirt that you certainly just ruined and you clung to him, pulling his chest to yours.

“You’re okay,” he whispered, lips to your ear, and you nodded, believing him wholeheartedly and letting the tears slip out. He kissed them as they fell.

“My sweet, pretty baby,” he cooed, repeating it softly as he carded his fingers into your hair and pressed a kiss to your temple.

You sniffled and leaned into his touch, prompting his mouth to find your temple again. He happily obliged.

You held each other there for what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, tangled and devastatingly open, relatively silent save for the whispers of Katsuki’s love into your ear. The weight of it settled into your chest, where it pushed everything out of the way to make room for the enormity of his love. Your mind focused on the ring that you rolled around with your thumb, feeling the dip of the engraved words he’d had etched inside the band. He whispered those same words into your ear now, and you turned to press your smile into his in reply. You quite liked the idea of a forever like this.

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. 🦋🦋🦋

please i need like 8 billion

im painfully attracted to hockey players.

bakugou hockey fics???

neither your alarm clock nor iwaizumi were what woke you up this morning.

instead, what woke you up had been the loud beating of the heavy down-pouring rain from outside hitting against your bedroom window that had caused you to jolt from your slumber. however, it really was a pleasure to see the sight of the sky accompanied by its dim lighting when your eyes fluttered open. and with the curtains not being drawn back yet, still in their state of covering the window, it made your room much darker than normal.

more so, the temperature in your room felt much colder even under the warm sheets that laid on top of you – one thin sheet, a thin duvet, and then a considerably thicker duvet to top it all off. but the comforting man that rested beside you radiated such delightful warmth, that the cold rainy mist weather couldn’t even compare to his loving heat one bit.

just as a guess, it was probably around seven-forty in the morning. you would wake up in the earlier morning hours every wednesday and thursday because of your somewhat unfortunate university class schedules, but at least luckily for you, they were situated through online sites.

thanks to having the online lectures now, you have been able to give yourself a break by staying in bed while listening instead of having to go through the never-ending struggle of trying to find somewhat proper outfits to wear or trying to get to a certain class on time.

you never really knew why you chose to set an alarm for yourself though, because you always ended up waking up before it would ring anyways.

shifting under the covers from your side and onto your back, you reached your hand over to the nightstand and gripped your phone in your hand. bringing it to your face, your eyes squinted heavily at the brightness of the screen when you turned it on. quickly tapping through your apps, you finally opened the clock app and turned off your alarm before it could start going off, then proceeded to slam it back onto your nightstand.

rubbing away at your eyes, you tried to forget the excruciating light of your phone that just ruined your sight before you started to turn your side to lift your legs out of the bed.

yet, before you could completely sit your whole body up, a pair of rough hands reached out to your waist from behind, pulling you back down, and iwaizumi hastily circled his arms around your hips to pull you back against him when he started to feel you leave your warm spot in bed. a small hum of surprise leaves your throat at the feeling of his embracing arms and their tightening grip that seems to increase with every second.

iwaizumi had never been a very deep sleeper, but you didn’t think that with such small movements you made that it would actually alert him even in his exhausted state.

“where do you think you’re going?” a deep grumble left him as he slurred lowly, pulling you back close enough to him, pressing his face into your back and nudging his nose against the nape of your neck.

you lightly patted his hand that sat atop your hip-bone with yours as an uncontainable smile lifted at your lips. turning your head a bit to look over behind your shoulder, you replied, “i’m getting my laptop. i have a class today, haji.”

it took him just a few seconds to process what you had said. considering he couldn’t hear much due to having his face buried against you and your pillow, all he really heard was the words ‘laptop’ and ‘class’. he assumed you were talking about something for your schooling, so he settled for slowly releasing his iron tight grip on you. you sighed silently, sitting up and dropping your bare feet onto the cold hardwood floor, and stepped quietly over to your desk where your laptop was laid and was completely charged.

sitting yourself back on the bed, you brought one of your legs up, sliding it under the covers and bringing the other one along suit. making yourself comfortable, you soon plopped the device on your lap and opened it.

the boy that laid beside you watching your every move squinted his eyes at the bright screen, his face quickly moving to hide inside the junction of his arm. luckily for you, you had turned down the brightness in enough time before he could get the chance to complain about it. as you clicked against the mousepad beneath the keyboard, you navigated your way to the school website and found your assigned lecture link.

iwaizumi listened closely to the clicks of the laptop and your small breaths while keeping his eyes closed.

the rain outside still fell at its heavy pace, coming close to almost drowning out the sounds of your breathing that iwaizumi was listening to in order to remember that you were right beside him. the sounds of your tapping against the laptop were loud compared to the downpour against the bedroom window, but it was only those sounds he could hear the most because he was laying so close to you, meaning he could hear them a lot more clearly.

bringing his head up a bit, he took his face out of the darkness of his inner elbow and peeked an eye open at the screen. a small frown accommodated itself on his face when he saw the text displayed saying to wait for the meeting to start. shifting about in his spot slowly, he shimmied himself closer to you and once again, snuck his arms under yours and around your torso.

you moved yourself a bit to assist with his position, letting him swing his leg behind your laptop and over your legs, allowing his arms to pull your half-sat body closer, and lifting your left arm up for him to move underneath and lay his head on your stomach.

“business class today?” he questioned in a quiet mumble, his voice being muffled between both his drowsiness and the fabric of his oversized shirt that you were wearing over your figure. his eyes were now opened a slight bit, his focus on the loading button that sat in the middle of the screen. a scoff left his mouth, the small good and bad memories of his several school days filling his mind as he snuggled further into your warmth.

you smiled to yourself when you felt him relax against you, his whole body exhaling as he let his awakened state leave himself. his cheek was smushed in the underside of your chest, his skin slightly jutting out with his lips showing a pout and his eyes starting to doze off into a straight line. throwing an arm over his shoulder, you placed your hand into his hair to give it comforting scratches. you giggled lightly when you caught the tight-lipped smile that engulfed him, his eyes arching into two crescent moons.

“mhm, just waiting for the professor to start now.”

“someone must be late then,” he chuckled gradually, his eyes still closed tight. tilting his head further into your tummy, he nuzzled his cheek against it, adjusting his position slightly and then settling down again.

you laughed lightly, fingers still stroking lovingly through his short spiky tresses, almost as if to lure him back into his slumber. helping him fall back asleep was probably the best option anyways. you definitely didn’t want to keep him awake for no reason, especially since on most days he could barely get enough decent sleep as an athletic trainer. all of the days filled with several hours of team practice and training took many tolls on him. a lot of the time you just never bothered to try and spend more time with him because you much rathered making sure that he got enough rest before the practice days for the volleyball championships were going to start.

but being like this, with his arms wrapped around you in all of his soft and sleepy glory, his head buried into your chest making you feel all cozy and warm. there would never be anything more that you could ask for from iwaizumi. even without doing anything imposing or extensive for you, he was giving you so much growing affection that you already felt more than enough joy. and the best part about having the early online classes was being able to see iwaizumi first thing in the morning.

“when is your class?” he asked, breaking the small silence with a low mumble of his voice.

“at seven-forty-five, but the professor for this class is always a bit late.” you answered assuringly, clicking around the site just to make sure that you had pressed on the correct lecture link. “well that’s not good,” he said casually, lifting his chin a bit to press it on your stomach and look towards the window, “being late is supposed to be a big no-no.”

“maybe they are just having technical difficulties today, you know how long those can take to fix. cut them some slack haji.”

“but still,” he whined, curling himself against you with furrowed brows and his lips jutted out even further than before. “i’m just being bitter. we’re supposed to be sleeping right now, so why did your schedule have to ruin that.”

“don’t worry honey, the class will be over in no time and then i will be able to cuddle you back to sleep,” you said after releasing a dry laugh, “i promise.”

he grunted in ignorance at you, even though he really loved the idea. from the looks that he was getting from the weather outside, he could only think of ways to persuade you into staying in bed for the whole day and just ordering take-out. just the simple thought of being in bed with food and your favourite shows all day sounded like the ultimate heaven to him.

and of course, not to mention the fact that he could finally spend some quality time with you after his extremely conflicting training schedules. brief calls and texts, the small cheek kisses he would receive whenever he had to take a quick leave to the practice gymnasium, all the times he wished to stay in bed with you but had to leave in the early hours before you would awaken. all of it was not sufficient enough for his needs and wants for your love and affection.

“how long will your class be?” he asked plainly. “about thirty minutes at most,” you replied, causing him to let out a grumble from his throat.

“but that’s so long.”

“then you’ll just have to wait.” you said casually. the screen on your laptop started to change, prompting you to unmute your microphone. you immediately clicked on the option and the lecture started to load. before it could open, you spoke. “the class is starting now. just go to sleep and i’ll join you when it’s over.”

iwaizumi scoffed lightly, casting a dark glance to the screen before he closed his eyes again. he pressed his ear as close to your chest as he could and tried to focus on your steady heartbeat.

his arms curled softly around your torso, and his eyes started to droop. he knew he could easily fall asleep like this forever. he always did already anyways.

i want a car

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bakugou coming home from a slow day at work, bored out of his mind just wanting to hold his girl and he reads the lil note you left him and the squirt gun ready to attack😈😈

Link.

Omg this is me and my bf but with nerf guns!🥺(and nerf guns fucking hurt)

But I love the idea of his face just instantly lighting up the moment he steps through the door and reads the note, and he’s instantly in Dynamight mode as he searches for you with his own gun.

And of course you picked the bigger, better gun as he ends up dropping his and tackling you to the ground as you’re both there a mess of limbs laughing together🥺