This Is So Adorable 🥺 I Want To Be Loved Like This

i need more.

hey sweetheart! could I ask for Greek god!au with body worship, corruption and orgasm denial with hades!top!bakugo and persephone!reader being an absolute killer duo not only in the eyes of others but also in the bedroom? thank you xoxoxo

uuuh....ion even know 🙈😳 don’t look @ me.

(ft. hades!kats, body worship, corruption, f!reader, daddy!kink, orgasm denial)

“I said fuck me.”

Katsuki just rolls his eyes at that and you buck against his fingers, so frustrated that he’s so insistent on opening you up when he promised that he’d fuck you the moment you said you were ready.

“You’re not ready for my cock, Pretty,” he reasons and you whine, practically rolling around in the sheets in exasperation at this point. “Just a little longer.”

“That’s what you said five minutes ago!” You huff, glaring him in the eyes. Katsuki growls.

“You want Daddy to make you feel good don’t you?”

“Yeah, you promised, but y—“ you’re interrupted by the curl of his fingers and it has your thighs tensing, knees rocketing to your abdomen in surprise. You blink up at the ceiling of your shared chamber.

“What was that?” You demand, propping yourself up on your forearms. Katsuki snorts, raising an eyebrow.

“Feels good?”

You whimper in confirmation, nestling into the silk sheets. Your body jolts as Katsuki’s digits hit the right spot and his free hand lifts to pinch at your nipple, and he finally answers your question.

“It’s called your g-spot, baby,” he says, chuckling when you tense again. “But only I can reach it—only Daddy can make you feel this good, yeah?”

You nod in agreement, hips bucking against his palm, and Katsuki inserts another finger. You shudder.

“F-Full, Daddy,” you whimper, and Katsuki hums, crowding you against the bed to give you a peck on the lips.

“Yeah? ‘S it too much, pretty baby?” He asks and you shake your head. Katsuki coos, running his hand over your chest in favor of tweaking your nipple again. “Gods, you’re so fuckin’ pretty. So pretty and strong...such a perfect wife for me, yeah?”

“Y-Yeah, all yours,” you say, and gasp as you feel something building behind your navel. Your legs kick and your chest shudders in confusion. “Help Daddy, I—s-something’s coming—“

“You gonna cum, baby?” He asks and you shrug, because you don’t know what that is. Katsuki clicks his tongue and his fingers stop, and you whine, hips bucking for any kind of stimulation.

“You can’t cum yet, sweetheart. You want to cum on my cock, don’t you? Wanna cum with daddy?”

You gasp with a nod and watch as Katsuki finally pulls his pants down. Yes. That’s what you want. To cum with Daddy.

step inside the kissing booth with katsuki bakugou! (ends march 20th!)

i will have a late valentine’s day fic put by friday, it’s been really hard for me to write but i really want to do this so i’m holding myself to it and if i don’t then someone can literally delete my acc

scarfing down cookies to make my heart less hurty

Katscki’s Rules!!

ik a lot of people won’t read this but here goes it

i didn’t think that i would need to make something like this but something has been bothering me so i will just do everything to get it out of the way

- If you are like 35-40 reading my stuff, i’m sorry but don’t. It is as uncomfortable for me as minors interacting with smut pages (and you might be thinking amelia this isn’t that common, but no it is i have had to block multiple people who claim to be not only like 37 but married with kids. The character i write for is 17 and i get it yes there will be a time skip bc the show is in the past and it has been out for like what 5 years so he has been 17 for that long but babe if your 40 you were not simping for him when you were a minor ya just weren’t.)

- If you are homophobic or racist you can go ahead and unfollow me now

-If you feel the need to leave hate comments referring to any of my followers or any requests people have asked for, you will be blocked. You can say whatever about me idc but if your going to be rude to someone at least have the decency to do it to their face and not over a screen. Better yet not at all.

as for now that’s it but i might add more later if need be :)

bakugou with a girlfriend who’s always sleepy. says she’s not tired but he sees her droopy eyes and thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world, her words slurring a bit as she says “m just resting my eyes”

when he sees her start to slump a little bit, going in and out of sleep, he pulls her in and she immediately cuddled against him.

bakugou with a sleepy girlfriend please i need it.

kiss me

bingo slot: first kiss

words: 2.3k

paring: bakugou x reader

warnings: none ?

You knew that from the moment you woke up to the time you stepped out of your room, someone was bound to attack you. Whether it was your younger brother or your best friend, you were never surprised. Your best friend, Katsuki Bakugou, had been in your life quite literally from the time you were carried into your house two days after you were born, up until now. His family had moved into their house the day you were born and surprisingly they had a little boy that was just a few months older than you. You two had known each other from diapers and playdates your mothers would set up, and you were both now seniors in high school.

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bakugou x reader; cw: smut, penetration, gagging

You absent-mindedly chew on the end of your pen. "Why are they so big?"

Everyone shifts uncomfortably in their seats. This is not how a costume design meeting with Dynamight typically goes.

You cut your eyes from the schematics displayed on the large screen at the end of the room over to the Pro-Hero.

There's an agonizing five full seconds of silence. Well, agonizing to the other people in the room, at least.

"Aerodynam-"

"You're not a car, you don't need spoilers growing out of the side of your head."

Dynamight runs his tongue over his teeth. He stands up to his full height from his seat next to you. "Everybody else, out."

The other attendees are quick to vacate the premises.

"Anything else you wanna add?" he asks, pressing his hands on the large oak table and leaning down to get in your face.

"Yeah, they mess up your hair." You reach up and run your fingers along the band of his mask, fixing stray locks that are curled under it or pressed flat against his scalp.

His expression softens. "You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?"

"Yeah?" you smirk, resting your chin on your hand, a devilish sparkle passing through your eyes.

"Underminin' me and then touchin' me like that, all soft. It's fuckin' annoying."

You laugh. "I'm sorry, Katsuki." It earns you an eye-roll, but you lay your hand on his and pull his attention back to you. "I mean it. I shouldn't have been so familiar with you." You lower your voice to a whisper. "I'll blow my cover."

Katsuki looks down at your hand on his, then brings your fingers to his lips, giving them soft kisses. "'S alright," he mumbles, "sometimes I want people to know." He releases your hand and lifts your chin with his finger so he can kiss you. It's a deep kiss, the pressure of his lips on yours firm and constant. "They say it's for your safety - like I can't fuckin' protect you," he adds when he breaks away from you, whispering the words into your open mouth.

"I know you can protect me, baby," you coo, and he kisses you again, this time encouraging your lips to part so he can swipe tongue along yours.

"Nothing's ever gonna happen to you on my watch," he growls between kisses that are now roaming down your neck. His voice is deep and protective, but his eyes are possessive as they rake over your body.

The heat in your blood is rising and your mind begins to fog. "Katsuki..." you breath out weakly.

He pushes your rolling chair out from under the meeting table and lifts you out of it by your thighs, placing you roughly on the edge of the table, legs spread wide so he can slot himself between them.

"You'd like it too, wouldn't cha? If everyone knew?"

You bite your lip, nod meekly.

"Where's that big attitude now?" he smirks.

You take a breath, finding yourself again through the lustful haze. "Why don't you come find out?"

He pulls you towards him by your thighs until your core brushes up against his clothed dick and you moan.

"You gonna let me fuck you right here on this table?" he asks, cupping your face.

"Take that stupid mask off first," you bite back.

He sets his jaw in annoyance but obliges, sliding the fabric off of his head. Now all that's left is the messy eyeblack streaked across his eyes and the bridge of his nose.

"Fuck," you whimper, making a show of lying flat on your back on the table. "You look so hot like that."

Katsuki takes the opportunity to hike your dress all the way up to your waist so he can pull down your tights and panties, which he manages to rip in the process.

There's no time for any other foreplay - the time you've been alone in this windowless room together is already suspicious enough - so he doesn't waste any time in pulling down his pants just enough to free his aching cock.

He slides into you all at once and a loud moan rips from your throat.

Katsuki stills inside you. "You gotta be quiet for me, yeah?"

"I don't know if I can," you sigh, and it's not a tease or a joke. You really don't know if you can keep your voice down when he's fucking you.

"Open up, then," he says, and tentatively open your mouth.

He inserts his balled-up hero mask into your mouth to muffle the sounds of your debauchery. You bite down on it, and it tastes like sweat and musk, and everything about the situation you're in is making your pussy pulse around his cock, still buried inside you.

"You can breathe?" he asks, and you nod. "Good," he growls, and then he's pistoning himself in and out of you and your hands scramble for purchase, eventually finding the edge of the table to hold on to. Katsuki never gets tired of seeing you like this underneath him, brows furrowed and eyes glassy, pleasure shooting through all of your nerves, entire body bouncing with the force of his thrusts.

His thumb finds your clit and your eyes roll back.

"'M gonna have to make this short baby, I'm sorry," he says as he continues working your puffy clit towards an orgasm, "but I'm gonna take care of you at home tonight, okay?"

You nod, deliriously close to the edge.

"Gonna fuck you stupid tonight, my smart girl, gonna fuck the brains right outta you," His movements get quicker, his hips slapping roughly against your thighs. "Just gonna hafta be a quickie for now - fucking christ - so we can keep our secret, right?"

You try to moan his name but the sounds are lost to the fabric gag in your mouth, and then you whine and your back arches off the table and Katsuki knows you're about to cum so he quickens the pace on your clit to send you spiraling into your orgasm. Your legs shake and he plants a hand on each of your thighs, whispering s'okay baby, I've got you while he chases his own release, eventually spilling himself inside you.

"Knew I'd make you eat your words," he chuckles as he gently pulls the mask free from your mouth.

"You treat all your employees like this?" you joke.

"Only the secret girlfriend ones," he quips as he helps you slide back into your tights and smooths out your dress.

You both take a few moments to compose yourselves.

"You ready?" Katsuki asks, his hand on the door handle.

"Yep!"

He turns the handle and steps into the hallways. "I'm glad he could come to an agreement on the mask designs," he says, a little loudly and awkwardly.

He's never been a good liar.

"Actually," you start, and Katsuki throws you a glare and subtly shakes his head no.

But you have other plans.

"I have some notes on your neck brace, too."

Hey i have a request for Bakugou..🤭

LIKE imagine sitting on his Lap and he’s like

„ i can feel u throbbing „

btw rlly like your writings

Hot. Why does every guy I write about kinda end up being an asshole har har

I don’t have time to read this back, but hopefully there’s no mistakes *smiles awkwardly*

Thankyou btw! <3

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It's been at least an hour since your boyfriend Bakugo returned home early from patrolling the city, maybe even longer. You don't know, being this horny makes it kinda difficult to keep track of time.

You're currently being bounced on your shirtless hero's thigh whilst he fills in a few bits of paperwork, built muscles flexing underneath your weight. He has a bare arm snaked around your waist to keep you steady as he moves around on the couch, and you can feel his hard abs tensing against your back each time he leans forward to retrieve another sheet of paper from the coffee table in front of you.

You'd been looking forward to having your man back from his exhausting job a few hours earlier since it makes cleaning, cooking and whatnot much easier compared to when doing it alone. Although, you had made sure to complete your daily chores before he came home today anyway, solely due to the fact that you'd been unbearably aroused since he left this morning. You'd already made yourself cum twice to the thought of him but, clearly, nothing you can do is good enough.

You're sure he can tell how you're feeling right now! You definitely saw him try to hide a smirk when he came home to you in just a shirt and panties!

You can see that he's tired of working without being able to look at his face, the sighs that blow past his lips every so often giving him away. He also never finished removing his work clothes.

"Finished yetttt?" you drawl out slowly, wiggling along the bottoms of his hero costume to reposition yourself and unintentionally nudging your clit upon his leg, the sudden tingle of pleasure making you hurriedly cover a whimper with a forced sniff.

Sighing, Bakugo answers to your childish whining, "Just gotta fill this last one out... n' then put my signature on that one, I think."

"Can't that one wait?"

Yes, you know it's rather selfish. You should be letting him concentrate, but...!

You lean back on his warm shoulder, your head fitting perfectly in the crook of his neck. Glancing up, you admire his side profile and the way his reading glasses rest upon the bridge of his nose. You'd always thought he looked hot with them on. Maybe he would place them on his head to keep his wild hair pushed back as he goes down on you... Or maybe he'd keep them on, until your juices squirting all over the lenses becomes too much so that he can't see clearly?

Wow, you are not doing yourself any favours.

Steamy thoughts cause your body temperature to rise, voice wobbly when you beg once again, "C'monnnn, you hardly ever get home this early. I always get lonely when you're not here with me, sitting here by myself after doing housework and stuff..."

The vivid thought of you at home, all alone, not knowing what to do with yourself for hours yanks at your boyfriend's heartstrings and it's almost paining him. Slowly, Bakugo relaxes, letting the arm around you land limply over your thighs. Still staring up at his side profile, your cute smile graces his peripheral view once he manoeuvres his head to face in your direction to show he's listening.

He closes his eyes, ballpoint pen still in hand yet not on paper, and presses his forehead into your hair so he can breathe in your homely scent. He's contemplating. A wave of pride washes over you at his behaviour, only you could ever manage to coax him out of hero work.

But that pride dulls into a certain annoyance when he reverts back to his previous position and begins to work towards completing his last form, the pen in his hand barely releasing any ink unless he presses down hard enough. He's losing motivation, just a teeny bit more persuading.

"Katsukiiiii," you extend the last sound of his name in the whiniest, most pathetic way you can whilst lifting your upper half away from him, only to force yourself down with a bratty huff. Thankfully Bakugo lifted the pen away before you made him scribble over everything with your little tantrum.

A "tch" comes from your right and you frown. Fine then, you think, proceeding to (struggle to) tug your panties down, but only until they reach the other hand he has on your upper legs. Rough, scarred fingers instantly grasp the crumpled fabric but he pays no mind.

As he writes, Bakugo moves his clutch on your underwear from the twisted hem to the noticeable wet patch between your slightly spread thighs. It's difficult to open your legs more for him with your panties constricting them to at most a mere few inches apart. You watch your boyfriend toy with the dampened cloth whilst appearing to focus on what's in front of him, repeatedly swiping a thumb across the stickiness.

"So damn impatient." he mutters grumpily as always, ignoring the abrupt exhale you release at his hand cupping your yearning cunt. Those gorgeous crimson eyes roll when you attempt circling your hips to ideally catch your pulsing clit against his bottoms, but the angle your body is positioned prevents that from happening. Though it doesn't prevent the hero from landing a clean smack on the sensitive skin of your almost hidden pussy.

"Chgh! Ow..." you grit your teeth as the initial sting subsides, finding yourself flustered with desperate tears clouding your vision. Why does he have to be so mean! What's worse is that he hasn't even showed any satisfaction yet, continuing with his stupid forms or whatever like he's being forced to tease you so brutally.

Like nothing ever happened, he returns one thick middle finger to your aching bud, only to discover that your sweet slick has amounted to so much that he can hardly keep it in one place without slipping.

Bakugo's tone of voice is relatively normal as he states, "Fucking hell, I spanked you once and you're drenched,"

You mewl lightly, his touch doing the bare minimum, gliding up and down your entrance so easily, embarrassingly easy.

Wait, he's put the pen down. Where has his other hand gone?

You hadn't realised his mouth was closing in on your ear until a sharp nibble to it makes you freeze up. A gruff whisper unleashes a tsunami of shivers to race down your spine.

"You miss me that much when I'm gone, huh?"

It sounds like a teasing question, but you know it's more than that. A 'condescending demand' is more of a fitting term. That other hand of his that sneakily coiled around your throat just now is a more than enough sign for you tell the difference. It squeezes lightly, as your hero relentlessly flicks his finger over your puffy clit. Your trembling hand rapidly covers your mouth, the odd yet familiar fear of reaching your first orgasm of the moment filling your body with sparking adrenaline.

You're wailing into your palm, fidgeting in his lap due to the overstimulation and frustration at the panties stopping your legs from opening further, drinking in his words and the breathy moans escaping him because of your own delicious little whimpers.

" 'miss me so much that you just can't help yourself, ah? So much that you go outta your way to distract me from my work?" and with that said, he stops tormenting your cunt to shove three of his digits between your sloppy folds just to press them harshly over your clenching hole.

For the first time in what seems like forever, you finally take a deep, albeit shaky, breath through your nose. Your entire body twitches uncontrollably, you were so close.

"Answer my damn question, brat."

Jeez, you picked a bad day to annoy him. Who pissed in his cereal this morning?

The growing angry rumble in his voice causes you to panic and whine into your fingers like you're incapable of talking. The grip from around your neck disappears, then returns around your wrist this time, tearing it away from your plumped lips with a thin string of drool attached.

His sudden act of power evokes pleading words from you, weak voice breaking with a, "Ka-Katsuki, I jus' wanna play--"

"Answer the question. You're not stupid," he pauses for a second before circling your entrance with some pressure. You gasp at a painful sensation blooming across your cheek, realising the hot skin is being pinched with his teeth.

"I can feel you throbbing. You can't hide it, how your tight little hole begs for me. Just say it, baby. Me, you and your needy fuckin' body all know the answer."

His fingers are almost inside you and his huge palm is pressed up on your burning clit. Bakugo nuzzles into the crook of your neck, ghosting his lips along the salty skin.

"Do yourself a favour, for god's sakes." he muffles into your shoulder whilst taking a handful of your plush hips and kneading harder than ever.

"...Yes, yes-- I miss you that bad, Katsuki. I always miss you so so bad, it hurts,"

Your man chuckles lowly at you, decides to pull you further into him so that your ass grinds on his restrained, jolting cock. Your heart flutters at the sound of his laugh, even if it is mocking you. Your lusty eyes are forced to make contact with his, reading glasses pushing back his fringe just as you'd imagined. Then, he lovingly kisses the bite mark donning your face.

"Finally, s'all you had to do. Now, stop pissin' me off and bounce on it." he orders, effortlessly lifting you up by your underarms to buck his hips as he slams you down.

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i need some raunchy smut

Reporter: Whats your boy count? Bakugou: *has never done it and is a pro-hero* Yes.

yes but also once he meets you that man is giving you the best sex of your life.