Bakugou, Whose Stamina Is Unbeatable. Who Has Just Finished Fucking You In Any Place Necessary Of The

katsuki is the type of guy to always want you nestled against him, which includes having you seated on his lap, a warm hand heavy on your thigh.

he’s constantly pulling you onto his lap, hands reaching out to drag your hips forward almost by reflex at this point. it doesn’t matter what you’re doing—if you’re anywhere near him and he’s seated, his hands will automatically settle around your waist to drag you towards him. once you’re seated, he drags a hand to the thick expanse of your thigh.

(it’s borderline possessive, the way his warm hand settles on the expanse of your skin, fingers unconsciously tapping out a beat)

and for a while, his warm hands are always silently reminding you where to sit, but the first time you automatically sit without being pulled, he nearly purrs in delight. he nestles his face into the junction between your shoulder and neck, pressing a searing kiss there before lifting your hair out of the way to press a long line of open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck.

umemiya hajime who cares even in the smallest of ways and always keeps an eye on.

i'd like to think, be it bofurin's early days of reclaiming the town's trust or current times, whenevr something big goes, and everyone's cheering in unision, you'd stand by the corner or by a shop and watch- with a smile on your face and happy for everyone too but too shy, maybe too lost in your head to join everyone else.

maybe something grows within time, as you watch over and over again just what a big and warm heart umemiya carries on his sleeve, always on the lookout for everyone- making you yearn for his gaze just a little too.

and he'd notice, as he always does, and because he always wishes for the best for his beloved town and its people. so he makes sure to always linger by your spot- if he catches on quickly that you don't want to be a part of the big crowd physically, not yet, he'll respect that and make sure to still stop by and strike conversation when it's all quitened down. make a mental note when you mention your favorite fruit in passing, making sure to grow some and harvest them for you, when the sweet baker down the street gives him yet another bag of baked delicacies, he will always save your favorite warm and quickly bring it to you. noticing the signs of stress on your person and making it a habit to keep your hand in his when he has noticed you biting your nails or playing with your hair too much again.

it all happens down the line, out of your control, before you can even realize. yet are you to blame yourself when umemiya is /just like that/, so endaring, caring, kind and thoughtful, making it impossible to not fall for him? now you have to live with the knowledge of this too, keep it cool whenever he's talking with you- because the chances of a man returning your feelings feels so out of reach that you never dare approach the topic, happy with the friendship the two of you have built.

but umemiya is not a patient guy-- and when he falls, he falls hard. there is no time for yearning, aching or waiting around. before you can even register what's going on, his expression worrying you, until he blurts out a bunch of things at once, leaving you short circuited, and all you can catch are "wanting to see you smile and light up the world for the rest of my life". arms wrapped tight around your frame and burying his face to you, he doesn't even allow you to breathe, let alone think.

by the time he has come down from his high, and you from the shock of it all, you nod at his big pleading eyes, mustering up a quiet "yes" and in his words; you've just made him the happiest man alive.

back stuff

if there was one thing satoru loved about you, it was your back. of course, he loved the other parts of you too! like your face and your tits—but nothing gets him going like the sight of you in a backless dress. or when he’ll wake up next to you, nude and turned away, all exposed for him.

he’ll find himself praising the lord above on those fortunate days. his cerulean blue eyes roam over the expanse of your skin, tracing the gentle curvature of your spine with a soft gaze. and he’s unable to resist the urge to touch you, to run his fingers over the smoothness of your back. his wife.

you were so vulnerable like this, so beautiful—did he ever tell you enough? he’ll reach out his hand, the knuckle of his forefinger tracing downwards, feather-light. the skin of his own finger tingles at the contact.

deep in your slumber and still so tempting, he grows bolder with each caress, letting his touch linger longer in the divot of your spine. he’ll repeat the motion again and again as your back arches sensually in your sleep, mesmerized by the way your body responds to his touch.

Bakugou seems to have an entitlement to you.

Even though you verbally express how much you hate his guts, he still tells other people that you’re his. It pisses you off more than anything.

He’s been like this since middle school. He bullied you but when someone else tried to do the same he’d loose his shit. He would corner you and dump out your entire book bag. Then you’d have to scramble to pick up the items on the floor. He would even kick some stuff away as you reached for it. Your teeth clenched at his laughter from your frustration because apparently knowing you couldn’t do anything about the treatment was so fucking hilarious to him.

That wasn’t even the worst thing you’d have to deal with from him. Even so, he’d still find a way to boast to everyone that you were his. He’d even walk you home, kicking stones in your path the entire time.

The bullying got slightly better in high school but the entitlement got worse.

He wasn’t insufferable with his treatment anymore but by then you’d hated him too much to care. He would purposely piss you off in the most casual ways. He wasn’t bullying you, he was just annoying you. It’s as if he needed you to remember of his existence.

He’d stand too close, stare relentlessly, use your stuff without asking, sit next to you uninvited, shoulder check you in the hallway, trip you, etc. It was such light treatment that you sounded absolutely crazy explaining how much you hated him for it.

You were talking to Mina about it one day and she wasn’t as understanding as you hoped.

“Wait… you think Bakugou is tormenting you because he’s showing interest in you?”

You sighed heavily,

“No, he’s not showing interest in me. Well, he’s always had interest in me… but the only thing he’s interested in is making my life terrible!”

She laughed,

“Maybe he just wants you to give him a chance. You know, he is telling everyone that you’re his wife.”

You spat out your water at that. Somehow you upgraded from girlfriend to fucking WIFE? He was surely trying to ruin your chances at teen romance just because of this stupid unwarranted grudge. You couldn’t let this happen!

You let it happen. You find yourself now, twenty years old, looking back at school with frustration. You never got a boyfriend (At least not one that you agreed to have). You hadn’t even had your first kiss! Even worse, you were still a virgin! Even worse x3, you still saw Bakugou way too often.

Somehow, whenever you were on patrol, he’d pop up. He was aggravating with his words as he followed you down the street. Your speed walking could never live up to his strides. He caught up to you easily, no matter how fast you paced.

“Why were you talking to that creep at the donut shop?”

It was so ridiculous of a question that you couldn’t hold back from answering.

“Because I wanted some fucking donuts. Also, he’s not a creep.”

Bakugou scoffed,

“I saw how he looked at you while he made those creme filled donuts. He was probably thinking about how he wanted to creme stuff my girlfriend too-“

Your face heated as you cut his vulgar comment off.

“If anything, you’re the creep for even insinuating that he was considering that! Also, I’m still not your girlfriend!”

He gave an annoyed sigh,

“When will you stop saying that? ‘I’m not your girlfriend’. We’ve been over this since middle school. You’re also my wife.”

You were too tired for this. You had hardly any sleep last night because of the mountain of reports you procrastinated and you haven’t eaten since yesterday morning. You only had an hour left of your shift before you could go home and power off in your bed. You hoped that you could even drive in this condition.

“Stop following me. I’m not in the mood for your bullshit.”

“Watch your step dumb-“

When did you even get on the pavement? And why were you in an alley? Your eyes struggled to stay open as you were dragged up from the concrete.

“What the fuck? When’s the last time you slept?”

You didn’t even have the energy to argue with him. It felt good to lean against him after dragging your feet all day.

“I dunno.”

Everything went blank after that. Now you’ve found yourself in an unknown bed, in the middle of the night. You’ve never felt more relaxed in your life, whether its from the comfortable mattress or the strong arms wrapped around you.

Wait… arms?

You spring up at the realization that you have no idea where you are. You quickly look around to find exits but it’s too dark.

“Fucking relax, its just me.”

Bakugou’s voice, and you just now realize, his smell too. Bakugou grabs you before you can fully jump out of the bed.

“Let go of me!”

“You can whine about this in the morning. I’m tired and I know you’re tired too. Sleep.”

He cradles you in his arms so securely that theres no chance of you getting out. Your panic switches to fatigue at his body heat. The way he begins to play with your hair and the sound of him breathing have you surrendering faster than you’d care to admit. Your eyes flutter shut against Bakugou’s chest.

Maybe you can be your bully’s girlfriend just for tonight.

MY REPUTATIONS NEVER BEEN WORSE, SO

katsuki bakugou x reader

how he’d treat you in a relationship

same concept as the todoroki, kirishima, shinso, izuku, touya ver.

inspired by delicate

katsuki bakugou, who’s got a reputation. who is a harsh, abrasive asshole. who is known for his temper, and for his power. who knows that being with him isn’t for the best. who knows that anyone who wants to be with him has to like him for him.

katsuki bakugou, who almost always texts you at night. who makes your phone light up through the black, daring you talk to him. who is actually so funny and considerate, but would never let anyone know that. who will absolutely not go to sleep without texting you goodnight.

katsuki bakugou, who struggles to make promises with you. who, for once in his life, isn’t fully sure of himself. who prefers to live day by day with you. who isn’t sure if he can give you forever, but who will make you a drink and take care of you after. who slowly learns that forever is loving you day by day.

katsuki bakugou, who, though he’d never in a million years admit it, is insecure. who, behind his gruff features and anger-induced explosions, questions himself. who wonders if its okay that he bought you two concert tickets two months into your relationship, of if its chill that you’re in his head.

katsuki bakugou, who is so handsome- and he doesn’t even realize it. who wears beat up nikes and dark blue to see you. who prefers those private dates, the ones where he can love you in secret. who is a mansion with a view, with a key only you own. who loves the way your face lights up when he finally surprises you with flowers or chocolate. who thinks its dumb, but chases that high forever.

katsuki bakugou, who touches you like no one else. who knows you’re the only girl that could possibly bring him to his knees like this. who spends long nights with your hands in his hair. who wants to stay with you, and doesn’t wanna share.

katsuki bakugou, who is still an asshole despite being loving and caring. who calls you idiot, and dumbass, while he picks you up and carries you to the couch so you can cuddle. who, despite popular belief, is really sweet when he helps you study. who hides a smirk whenever he sees you succeed. who sometimes teaches you the wrong thing so you’ll come back and ask him to explain it again.

katsuki bakugou, who is made to be a caregiver. who loves cooking with you, reaching up to grab that book on the shelf you can’t reach. who insists on giving you his hoodie, because he never really gets cold. who secretly restocks your fridge for you and reminds you to eat something other than just cupped noodles. who shows he loves largely through actions.

katsuki bakugou, who loves back hugs. who always wraps his muscular arms around you whenever you’re doing anything, pressing his sweet lips just underneath your ear before whispering something to you. “i love you, idiot. move, i’ll help you with those dishes.”

katsuki bakugou, who learns that his reputation is just that- a reputation. its a perception of him, not who he really is. who wonders if you dream of him while you sleep the way he does. who pretends your his, all the damn time. who learns that he doesn’t have to pretend anymore.

katsuki bakugou, who you love for who he is. who is tough, and strong, and loves you delicately. who learns to promise you forever.

thinking about katsukis kisses perchance

he loves LOVES kissing your neck, he will attack it whenever he can. katsuki just puts his face into the crook of it, sometimes he'll just keep himself there and eventually lets his lips trail all over. ultimately, it's almost therapeutic as he feels like you're a rock in moments he's feeling tense. you'll feel the vibrations of his chest as he laughs if you mention how freezing his nose is when it's cold outside.

i like to imagine whenever you pull your lips away from his, he subconsciously follows and leans towards you getting closer, trying to go back in for another. he absolutely huffs and groans in frustration followed by "what?" or "c'mon. enough of that" if he knows you're doing it intentionally to mess with him-- knowing you've got him all worked up like this.

id think his lips get chapped easily as he tends to bite and gnaw at the skin, especially in the winter it gets bad when it's all dry. he'll let you put chapstick on him or vaseline with your fingertips. little indirect kisses on your fingers.

he is a sucker for shoulder kisses as well. at night as he climbs into bed after a long day and hot shower, he sometimes settles behind you with his chest to your back. he'll make some remark you're up too late as you're looking and laughing at something stupid on your phone, he presses kisses to the back of your shoulder, he tightens his grip around your waist as he tries to sleep.

child like wonder

bakugo x fem!reader

Ten years after his first official Pro Hero debut with his fellow UA graduates, Dynamight has since been Japans number one hero turned number fifteenth hero, and now a father.

His son's first years of life had been greatly hidden from the public, the only news being Bakugos official statement announcing he would be taking a break to focus on his family and being a father.

Four years later, baby Bakugo has now first been spotted with Dynamight outside a kindergarten. Outside sources and video recordings could be seen from across the road recording their interactions.

With a harsh glare and a cold shoulder from Dynamight, turning his back to the recording individuals, baby Bakugo was first spotted shy smiling and giving the fans a small wave while trying to hide behind his father. Fans across the globe awed at the sweet child's display, the contrast between the small child and his loud spoken father created even more turmoil among fans.

Bakugos son quickly became the number one trending online,"I think that babies smile just cured my depression," said one dedicated Dynamight fan. Similar comments on TikTok stating "PLEASE WHY AM I NOT THE CHILDS MOTHER," was on thousands of videos and edits of baby Bakugo.

The public quickly learned that baby Bakugo was the complete opposite of Dynamight, while Bakugo was blunt and harsh during interviews, baby Bakugo would giggle and talk to the interviewers about mundane and childish topics, asking their favorite color and showing off his All Might doll his father got him.

The soft spoken angel would help others, a trait some would say he got from his father. During a fan signing, baby Bakugo was right next to his father greeting and talking to fans, some even got photos with them. (with Dynamights and baby Bakugos permission) The cute boy was pictured cheesing with a tiny peace sign next to his glaring straight faced father.

A father son duo the world didnt know they needed.

But with such an innocent and tenderhearted kid coming from someone of the Bakugo family, many asked the question "How did such a harsh and rambunctious person like Dynamight create such an adorable and gentle child."

Thats where you come in, his mother. Someone who remained elusive and hidden from the limelight. No one had ever seen baby Bakugos mother, thats why it was such a shock when Dynamight announced his jump into fatherhood, no one knew he was even dating someone to begin with.

All dating rumors with other heroes, models, actresses, and even friends were always shut down fast. So the mother could've been anyone.

But one phone caught a certain model exiting the kindergarten mid day, holding a sick and tearful baby Bakugo.

While you exited the building in civilian clothes, sunglasses, baggy sweatshirts and pants, with trainers no one should have know it was you. But the giant rock on your finger showed otherwise, everyone knew you refused to take off your wedding ring unless it was for specific photo shoots.

With one fan catching it while scrolling and pointed out your specific ring, others started to piece together certain events and breaks you and Dynamight would coincidentally have together.

Thus the mystery of Bakugos wife and his son's mother was found.

The other shocking realization came with the fact that you were a notoriously difficult and demanding model. Your viral "crash outs" over unprofessional coworkers and crazy fans were always trending. The contracts and demands you had for working with a company or someone was high maintenance and unruly, but the public and designers loved you.

So how did a child as sweet and docile have a mother as needy and high maintenance as you, and a father as audacious and harsh as Bakugo.

Golden Afternoon Monkey D. Luffy x StrawHat! Reader

You and your caption relax together during a sunset before dinner.

Reader is GN and it can be read as platonic or romantic.

On with the show!!~

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The sun was beginning its descent, casting a golden glow over the deck of the Thousand Sunny. The ship rocked gently with the rhythm of the ocean, creating a soothing cadence that matched the lazy afternoon. You and Luffy were nestled in his hammock, its soft fabric cradling you both in a cocoon of warmth and comfort.

The world around you was tranquil; the crew was taking a well-deserved break, lounging around and enjoying the serene atmosphere. The breeze from the ocean was a refreshing contrast against the fading warmth of the afternoon sun. It drifted over your shoulders, carrying with it the salty tang of the sea and the gentle scent of the ship's wood.

Luffy's tan skin was a comforting warmth against you as he held you close. His presence was both grounding and comforting, his rhythmic humming a soft backdrop to the sounds of the ship. His hand threaded through your locs with a tender, rhythmic touch, while the other caressed the gentle curve of your back. The sensation of his fingers brushing against your skin was soothing, a perfect counterpoint to the cooling breeze.

He whispered softly, his breath tickling your ear, urging you to look at the horizon. You shifted onto your elbows slightly, feeling the hammock adjust to your movement as Luffy helped you turn over. His touch was gentle, lifting his straw hat from your head and guiding you so that you could face the lights rays. As you settled back into his embrace, you were now lying with your back against his chest, his legs intertwined with yours. The sunset painted the sky in rich hues of orange and pink, a vibrant contrast against the deepening blue of the ocean.

You propped yourself up slightly, eager to see the light reflecting off the water. The golden red hues of the sun danced across the waves, creating a shimmering path that seemed to lead right to the horizon. As the sun made its final dip, Chopper's voice rang out with cheerful enthusiasm. "Good night, Sun!" he called out, his voice filled with innocent delight. It was a simple, heartfelt moment that made you smile.

Sanji, ever the diligent chef, stood up from his seat and began to serve dinner, the aroma of his cooking wafting through the air. The colors of the sky continued to shift, the vibrant blues and oranges giving way to cooler shades of pink and dusky purple. A few stars began to peek out from the deepening sky, twinkling softly in the fading light.

Luffy's cheeky, playful smile never wavered as he pressed his cheek gently against your shoulder. You looked down to find him gazing up at you with a bright, infectious grin. His eyes sparkled with warmth and affection, and it made your own smile widen. You leaned into him, pressing your nose against his cheek, and let your foreheads rest together in a tender, intimate gesture.

The world seemed to slow down, the beauty of the sunset and the closeness of Luffy creating a moment of pure, unspoken calm. The gentle caress of the breeze, and the warmth of Luffy’s embrace all combined to make this moment feel timeless and perfect. You felt at peace, wrapped in the simple joy of being together, as the sky continued to change colors and the stars took their places in the evening sky.

The moon was just beginning to peek out from behind the horizon when Sanji’s voice rang out, "Come on, you two, dinner!"

Luffy didn't need to be told twice. With an excited gleam in his eyes, he scrambled out of the hammock, taking you with him in one fluid motion. His arms were strong and steady as he lifted you effortlessly, your squeals of delight mingling with his joyful laughter. The two of you tumbled onto the deck, giggling like children as Luffy steadied you both.

The crew watched on, their faces illuminated with affection. Zoro smirked, leaning casually against the railing, while Nami and Robin exchanged knowing smiles. Usopp chuckled, shaking his head at Luffy’s boundless energy, and Franky gave a thumbs-up, his grin as wide as ever. Chopper clapped his hooves together in delight, his eyes shining with happiness.

Luffy's excitement was infectious, and you couldn't help but smile as he carried you toward the promise of a delicious meal and the warmth of your friends. 

You’d be asleep in his arms again soon enough. ______________________________________________________________

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Fk,,,, i just,,, realized. Since in OP idiots like luffy usually attract people w/o them noticing, does that mean hoku will too??? D: i mean,, she kinda seems like oblivious idk unless she is also attracted to that person. Will the rest of the strawhats protect her from shitty guys?

HAHAHAHA DUMBASS HOKU

if she isn’t beating up the shitty guys herself first, her crew will be there dw

“Yeah, sorry, nice try—this one’s ours.”

Bonus:

(Somewhere in the New World)

“For a crew this small, that asshole Straw Hat sure can get himself some women.”

“I don’t get the guy—he’s a monster. Look at that face—he can’t possibly be pleasing them the way we could.”

The two men grunted in unison, flipping through the wanted posters. All the men and one pet and skeleton of the infamous Straw Hat pirates were littered on the floor. Three spread out on their table.

“I’d go for the ginger,” one man said, tapping Nani’s wanted poster. “Look at that body.”

“If she doesn’t rob you for all you’re worth,” the other man grunted. “See, the raven, now—that’s a beautiful bitch if I’ve ever seen one. Mature. Older—she knows her way around if you know what I mean. But I’d settle for the next best thing. Don’t like my women too smart.”

He tapped the next poster. Hoku’s canines peeked through, her grinning face on the paper beaming back at something else. “Got a look to her this one. Bet I could show her a thing or two and she’d be writing my name down for weeks.”

They laughed, slapping each other on the backs. The man shoved Hoku’s poster forward. “If only these damn things worked like those strips—could unfold this and see what’s beneath that cloak—“

“Follow that tattoo right?”

“I can think of a few places I’d like to see where she might be hiding one.”

“Maybe if you’re lucky you can see those legs—“

“Hello, fine gentlemen! That’s a pretty poster you’ve got there.”

The two men snorted, a shadow falling over their table. They turned over their shoulders, “What’s it to you—“

They stopped.

Slowly, carefully, blood began to drain from their faces. Their eyes inches open wider and wider, threatening to pop from their sockets as tears spilled from the corners. Their knees began to knock together, their faces ashen and—

Black curled at his ankles. Scarlet red hair tickling the sculpted curve of his sharp jaw. Broad shoulders. Sun kissed skin. Eyes, easy and languid along with the wide, bright grin curling over his lips—

One of the Four Emperors in the flesh.

Red Haired Shanks—

The two men foamed at the mouth, falling over and smashing into the ground.

Shanks grinned. He calmly reached over on the table and tugged the wanted poster off, holding it gently in his hand as he turned on his heel.

“Come on, was that really necessary?” Yasopp complained. “A little excessive on the Haki—“

“I didn’t even use a single thing,” Shanks said, giving the poster one long, absently fond look before he started to fold it back up. “I say we all go get ourselves a drink.”

Lucky chewed, “I’m telling you guys, at the rate she’s looking, our Hoku-chan must’ve had her pick of who she wanted in the sheets by now—“

Shanks’ sword hit his knee the same time Yasopp tripped him and Benn’s gun caught the back of his head.

Shanks moved to tuck the poster into the fold of his shirt when he paused. A curious look flickered over his face and he unfolded the poster, brushing his finger down the side corner of Hoku’s cheek, then to her neck, inspecting.

“I am curious though, I wonder if she’s added any new pretty little things anywhere else…”

Shanks craned his head, as though expecting the poster to continue so he could see for himself.

Benn exhaled a cloud of smoke.

“Pot calling the kettle black.”

childhood friends to lovers w bkg where you used to playfight all the time but the older you get the less you do it because when bkg pins you down and looks down at you like “you lose” it gives you the most terrible butterflies