Talk To Me (Aizawa X Daughter Reader)

...he's just curious about human biology!!!!!!!

Thinking of 21+ Toge Inumaki who makes you come whenever he wants

"Can't anymore- no more-- Toge please-"

"Hmm.." he hums to himself and gets between your legs, removing the vibrator he's been pressing there for what feels like hours, with endless orgasms, some so hard they've left you all but melting in a puddle of your own arousal.

Sliding his fingers through your mess, sinking them into you, he seems to be inspecting.

A mischievous smile crosses his face and he curls his fingers, hitting the plushy spot inside you that makes your legs shake.

"T-To-ge-- Toge- wait-!!"

And with that grin and the pure devilish look in his lilac eyes, you know what he's going to do.

Unzipping his turtleneck, he leans right up close to your pretty face, making direct eye contact with his fingers knuckle deep inside you and he utters-

"come"

It makes him giggle every time he does this. Seeing you helplessly squirming, your cute hole gripping his fingers from his words alone.

He thinks this is what his cursed speech was for all along. He's found its purpose.

"come" again, he keeps going, seeing the sweat begin to glisten on your forehead, your hair sticking to your face, the sheets getting soaked.

And that's when he has another brainwave straight from hell.

He wonders if you'd mind.

Well, in this state he's sure you'd do anything even if he gave you a choice.

So he stands up from the bed, watching your dazed and confused expression for a moment, until his next command comes-

"on your knees"

And he watches your face shift from hesitant, shocked, and finally landing on... aroused.

He was right.

He knew a little freak like you would love this.

Now, he makes you come over and over until you're moaning and drooling all over him, giving the messiest head he's ever received.

But he knows you enjoy how he torments you, so he got cocky and started doing it in public.

Standing close enough so only you would hear, whispering directly in your ear-

"come"

And that's all it would take, to have your body shaking in his arms, biting your lip to stifle the moans. Sometimes you'd even try to hide your face in his chest, but he'd just push you back gently and continue as if nothing happened.

Every time he does it, he can't help but think about that perfect, dripping pussy, the slick that's pooling in your panties, then running down your legs by the third or fourth time, and it gets him undeniably hot.

He can't help but take pleasure in this, smiling to himself all day, when you're out shopping, getting lunch, or meeting friends.

Your friends do wonder why he looks so happy all the time...

Delete your ex's nudes.

Delete anyone's nudes that doesn't fuck with you anymore.

Its creepy as hell to keep nude/lewd photos of someone who has CUT OFF that kind of connection to you.

Delete them.

Be a fucking adult.

Hello! How are you? I hope things are getting better for you, at least a little bit. Is it okay if I can get Aizawa with a student reader who holds their breath when they cry? It’s a habit that I’ve had since I was little and I have no idea why. You can choose whether it’s a scenario or headcannons, I don’t mind at all! Thank you so much! Remember to take care of yourself xoxo

Watery Breaths - Aizawa

A/N: Hi! I’m doing alright. I think I’ve pushed myself a bit too far the past few weeks and am now suffering the consequences, but that’s alright. I hope you’re doing well! Take care of yourself as well! And for the sake of this fic, UA had the dorms before Bakugou was kidnapped. Sorry this is so rushed, it’s been a rough day <3

It first happened when Aizawa was sent to the hospital after the USJ attack. Much like his other students, you stood by his bedside when he was well enough to have company. Several of his students were crying, mostly tears of joy, but none of them held their breath like he thought you were doing. He didn’t think much of it though

The next time it happened was when Bakugou was kidnapped. You were there to watch him be taken away from you, and you did nothing about it. Or, at least that’s what you were telling yourself. Except you didn’t start crying until Aizawa placed a hand on your shoulder to lead you back to safety. You immediately began to sob as he gently pulled you away from where you last saw your best friend.

Not much later you had stopped making sounds, but AIzawa could feel how hard you tried not to cry. You had momentarily stopped breathing. He thought it was because of the intense scent of smoke surrounding the camp so he didn’t say anything until he got you and the remaining students back to UA where you’d be safe and sound.

You didn’t sleep that night. In fact, you didn’t even go to bed. When you returned to UA you settled into the corner of one of the couches, curling into a ball and burying your face into your knees as you began to cry again. You were left alone as your classmates dealt with this trauma in their own ways. Some went to wash away the day in an extremely long shower while others returned to their rooms to be alone.

You were still crying when Aizawa returned to the dorms late into the night. He was startled to still see you in the same place he had left you. Slowly, he lowered himself beside you as he pondered how to comfort you. That’s when he noticed your strained sobs again. It sounded almost as you were holding your breath.

“Y/N,” he said gently, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Take a deep breath. I’ll do it with you.” Aizawa inhaled deeply, encouraging you to do so as well. You nodded, drawing in a shaky breath and then exhaling it, breath quivering. But then you held your breath again.

Aizawa was unsure why you kept holding your breath. You couldn’t be embarrassed, he’s seen you aggressively burst into tears over the ending of a TV show you were finishing late one night in the common room. You weren’t afraid to cry in front of your homeroom teacher. So why are you sounding so strained now?

“Honey,” he cooed softly. “Keep breathing. Stop holding your breath.”

“I’m sorry,” you choked out as you took another shaky breath. “It’s a habit I’ve had ever since I was little. I always hold my breath when I cry.”

Aizawa smiled slightly as he ruffled your hair gently. “Well, stop it. You’re going to make yourself light headed.” He then proceeded to lead you through a few breathing exercises to calm you down. He made sure you were alright before escorting you up to your room to turn in for the night.

Now that he knows that you force yourself to stop breathing everytime you cry, Aizawa’s got more breathing exercises on hand to help you breath again. All you have to do is find him :)

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☆ Gojo Satoru ☆

Subby Satoru begging you to let him cum

He couldn't wait to get home so...

Rubbing your pussy

☆ Toji Fushiguro ☆

Riding his fat cock

Just the tip

Making you cum with just his fingers

☆ Geto Suguru ☆

Backshots

He loves your trampstamp

A little spanking never hurt

☆ Choso Kamo ☆

Eats pussy like a champ

Jerking him off through his boxers

Subby choso playing with his nips

☆ Nanami Kento ☆

Fingering your pretty cunt

He makes you so wet

Early mornings w Nanami

The amount of porn I watched was astronomical 💀

Will I do it again?..... yes

ft. katsuki bakugo x reader

summary: bakugo losing you in a fight

The battlefield was a graveyard of destruction, littered with smoking rubble, twisted metal, and the lingering echoes of chaos. Katsuki Bakugo stood frozen in the aftermath, his chest rising and falling with heavy, uneven breaths. His body was covered in cuts and bruises, his hero suit tattered and burned, but none of that mattered. Not when his crimson eyes were locked on the lifeless body lying in the debris-strewn street.

You.

His hands trembled at his sides, caked in soot and dried blood. The once-bright explosions he wielded with such precision had dimmed, his palms now useless as they twitched at his sides. His knees buckled as he took slow, hesitant steps forward, his vision blurring at the edges.

“Nah… Nah, no fuckin’ way…” His voice cracked, barely a whisper, as he dropped to his knees beside you. His heart pounded violently in his chest, his mind refusing to process what lay before him.

Your body—so warm, so full of life just hours ago—was now cold and motionless. Blood pooled beneath you, a deep crimson that stained the pavement, seeping into the cracks like it belonged there. A deep gash ran along your side, your hero suit torn, burned, and shredded beyond recognition. The color had drained from your face, and your once-bright eyes were closed, as if you were simply asleep.

But you weren’t.

You weren’t breathing.

You weren’t waking up.

“No…” Bakugo reached out, hesitating before his fingertips brushed against your cheek. Your skin was icy beneath his touch. His breath hitched, his throat tightening to the point of suffocation. “No, dammit—wake up. Get up, get up.”

Silence.

His hands curled into fists as he slammed them onto the pavement beside your body. His explosions sputtered weakly, flickering like dying embers, as if they, too, were grieving with him. His shoulders shook as his head fell forward, his forehead pressing against yours.

He could still remember the last thing you said to him: —“Be careful, Katsuki. I’ll see you when this is over.”

But you wouldn’t.

You weren’t coming back.

A guttural sound ripped from his throat, raw and broken, as his grief consumed him. He was Katsuki Bakugo, the strongest, the best, the one who won.

So why the fuck hadn’t he won this time?

Why hadn’t he protected you?

The battle had been brutal, a war against a villain who had been too powerful, too ruthless. The fight had pushed everyone to their limits, but Bakugo had been so sure he could keep you safe. You had fought side by side, just like always, watching each other’s backs.

And then—

Then you had shoved him out of the way.

His mind replayed the moment in agonizing detail. The way you had thrown yourself forward, the way your body had shielded his. The explosion that followed, the blinding light, the deafening roar. The smell of burning, of smoke, of blood.

Your blood.

His hands clawed at his hair as he let out a ragged, shuddering breath. “You fuckin’—why?!” His voice broke mid-scream, the anguish ripping through him like a blade. “Why’d you do that, huh?! Why the hell did you save me?!”

You weren’t supposed to.

He was supposed to be the one standing over your body, not the other way around.

You were supposed to yell at him for being reckless. You were supposed to slap his shoulder and roll your eyes when he got too cocky. You were supposed to be here, alive.

Not like this.

Not like this.

His vision blurred with tears he refused to acknowledge, his hands gripping at your body as if holding you tighter would somehow bring you back. His breathing came in sharp, uneven gasps, his body trembling as his fingers brushed over your bloodstained lips.

He was The Katsuki Bakugo.

He was supposed to be the strongest.

So why… why couldn’t he save the person who mattered most?

The sound of approaching footsteps barely registered in his mind. Someone was calling his name—Deku, Todoroki, maybe even Kirishima—but he didn’t turn. He didn’t care.

Because in that moment, the world around him was empty. Cold. Silent.

Just like you.

The battlefield was eerily quiet now. The smoke still curled in lazy tendrils, the rubble still groaned under its own weight, but to Katsuki Bakugo, the world had already gone still. His chest heaved as he held onto you, arms wrapped around your broken form, his fingers curled into the fabric of your tattered hero suit. The warmth had long since faded from your skin, and yet he clung to you as if he could force it back, as if sheer willpower alone could bring you back.

He didn’t care about the blood soaking through his gloves, didn’t care about the way his own wounds stung and throbbed. None of it mattered—not when you were gone.

He didn’t even register the voices at first. They were distant, muffled, like he was underwater.

“Bakugo…” A familiar voice—hoarse, choked with emotion. Midoriya.

Bakugo didn’t move.

“Bakugo, we need to—”

A hand reached for his shoulder, but the second he felt it, something in him snapped.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” His voice was raw, his body trembling as he pulled you closer, shielding you like they were trying to rip away the last piece of you he had left. His throat ached from how hard he was breathing, his teeth clenched so tightly they felt like they’d crack. “Don’t… don’t you dare—”

“Bakugo, please,” Kirishima tried, his own voice unsteady. His red eyes were wet, pained, his usually sturdy stance uncertain. “We— we have to move her. We can’t leave her like this.”

Like this.

Like you were just another body to clean up after a battle. Like you weren’t his whole damn world, the one person he would have burned everything down for.

His head shook violently, his fingers tightening around your lifeless form. “No,” he choked out, voice breaking. “No, she’s—she’s gonna wake up. She always gets up. Just… just give her a second, alright?” His voice cracked on the last word, desperation dripping from every syllable. “She’s just tired.”

Midoriya made a strangled sound from behind him, and Bakugo could hear the way he was barely holding it together. “Kacchan…”

“SHUT UP!” His voice tore through the air, but it held no bite, only pain. His vision swam as his forehead pressed against yours, his breath fanning over your cold skin. “You can’t… you can’t leave me like this. You promised.”

You had promised him forever.

He never wanted forever without you.

His whole body shook as the weight of it all began to crush him. The reality, the finality. You weren’t waking up. No matter how tightly he held you, no matter how much he screamed, how much he begged—

You were gone.

A strangled sob ripped from his throat as his body curled around yours. The tears that had threatened to fall finally broke free, streaming down his dirt-streaked face as his entire world shattered in his hands. His arms trembled, his fingers ghosting over your cheek, your hair, trying to memorize every last detail before it was too late.

They tried again, and this time, he didn’t fight back.

Didn’t scream.

Didn’t explode.

Because he was empty.

He barely felt it when Kirishima’s hands grabbed his shoulders, barely registered the way Midoriya knelt beside him, his own face streaked with silent tears. They were talking, pleading with him, but the words didn’t reach him.

His body was being pulled away from yours, and he felt himself breaking all over again, arms stretching out desperately as if he could somehow reach you again.

“Please,” his voice was barely above a whisper now, so hoarse, so weak. “Please don’t take her from me…”

And as he crashed against Kirishima’s chest, sobbing so hard his whole body convulsed, Katsuki Bakugo finally understood what it meant to lose.

And Katsuki Bakugo, for the first time in his life, had lost his everything.

© sakuraszn! xoxo

I'm certain that just one "good girl" from Nanami Kento, would fix 95% of my problems.

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credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3

Ahead of me || Katsuki Bakugo

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A/N: Hi ! I haven't wrote since 2022 so I'm sorry if this one sucks but please take the time and tell me your thoughts on this one !! It is a song lyrics based fic, I LOVE the quirk I just cooked and might do an AO3 story with it...

WARNINGS : season 7 BIG SPOILERS. death, blood.

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Muffled screams, tears running down soft cheeks.

"If I could, I'd be your little spoon"...

I looked as Shigaraki threw Bakugo's body like an useless doll that he didn't want to play with anymore. My heart was beating strongly fast in my chest. I got up on my feet and ran to his side, sliding on my knees as I did so. I started to scratch my arms, the red powder falling on the hole of his chest.

Quirk name : Philosopher's stone

I kept scratching, normally it wouldn't even take a second before healing. But it didn't this time. I felt my own blood rolling on my arm and saw it going to mix with his on his chest. I heard Best Jeanist next to me as he just saw the student he taught yet learned so much from.

"No. No no nonononono" I started to panic as my eyes watered down. I was shaking a corpse, trying to wake it up. I put my forehead on his and was breathing uncontrollably.

"Y/n-san, with you around, we will not be scared of our injuries anymore. I know we can count on you !"

I remembered Izuku's words, now stabbing me as I felt useless again in my life. My best friend was lifeless before me and I couldn't even bring him back or save him.

My quirk wasn't a flashy one, nor did it help for defense. I had to work harder to prove myself worthy of being a hero. The number of times I felt useless watching my class fight as I could only stand watching on the sidelines. I hate it, I'm thankful for Aizawa that have let me show my worth.

"Your quirk is special, Y/n. Great sacrifices and hard work will have to be done to reach it's full potential."

I was shaking, taking his numb upperbody on my knees as I carressed his cheek with my thumb. His beautiful crimson eyes were now turned a pale pink color and his mouth gaped open to show the last breath he took. I let my forehead fall on his chest.

. . .

"One day, I'll become number one and will beat all bad guys like All Might !"

It was one of these times where Bakugo and I's parents would hang out and we would play in the park together. We were on top of the slides as we practiced our hero poses while laughing.

"I'm excited to see my quirk so I can now start ny hero journey, aren't you Bakugo?" I asked with a smile and to this he nodded with a proud smile.

"I already know mine will be awesome ! You'll just have to wait and see. It'll be so strong that it will surpass even All Might and AH-"

I jolted in surprise and panicked as I saw Bakugo fall from the slide's top. I carefully went down and sat down next to him. He winced in pain as he was holding his arm. After a few seconds, a blue color was appearing and that's when I knew it was broken.

"Bakugo, y-your arm-"

"Shut up I know !"

He tried to not let his tears fall and when I saw this, that's when I suddenly took his arm. I don't know how this happened... Even today, I am not able to reproduce what I did that day, but when I touched his arm, his arm healed itself, but in the process broking mine completely.

Bakugo smiled as he saw his new and healed arm.

"Y/n! Your quirk it finally came-"

His eyes widened, seeing me holding my arm in pain. His smile disappeared and I don't know what he thought at that time. That I had an useless quirk ? That I was pathetic ?

. . .

That day was my quirk's first appearance and I couldn't understand how I did it. I had the properties of a stone made with alchemy. Yet, I couldn't understand them exactly.

"And kiss your fingers forevermore..."

But then, it clicked.

I gently lift up Bakugo and hugged his figure, closing my eyes in the process. I focused on him, I had to.

"but big spoon, you have so much to do..."

Water filled my eyes as I sobbed, hugging him tightly, knowing this was my first and last.

....

I remember when I saw Bakugo and Deku fight against eachother, their first fight when they were teammed up with Uraraka and Iida. I looked in awe at both strenght.

Even though Izuku used to be quirkless, he showed himself worthy for All Might to give his quirk. Bakugo was mad and confused at the time, mad that Izuku had showed up randomly one day with a quirk that was strong. And confused on how it happened.

I was selfish to think that... but with Izuku I felt less alone next to Bakugo with his amazingly strong quirk. I had to work extra harder and might never catch up to them.

I also remember at the festival, against Kirishima I was nothing but an easy target. I have cried that day so hard, I even wondered what I was doing at U.A and why I stayed. Also on why our teacher kept me.

Aizawa taught Shinsou and I to still be strong even with a quirk that didn't give us boosted strenght, rapidity or stamina.

I have made so many good friends at U.A, but I knew that if for whatever reason someone had to leave, they had too much potential, too many hopes and dreams for it to be them.

"And I have nothing ahead of me..."

I have made so many great memories, so many. I felt my chest getting lighter and breathing turned so easy to do. Weights on my shoulder turned into empty ones, you know that feeling before falling asleep ?

And as my chest softly stopped to move, I felt against my ear a heartbeat. By now, I was too weak to great him happily like I usually do.

I wish we had more time, more time for me ask for his help for math homework, more time for him to look behind him to look at me, as if having me helped feeling more confident.

Or more time for me to go shopping one last time with Mina, one more time for Shinsou and I to proudly look at our better fighting forms, one more time to play video games with the squad.

More time so I can admire the developpment Bakugo has made on himself.

Maybe, I can finally be useful to you, Katsuki ?

....

Bakugo's eyes opened softly as he heard Best Jeanist yelling out someone's name. Surprisingly, it wasn't his.

The pain he had felt on his chest left and the blood disappeared, he still felt some weight on his chest. He had a hard time moving, but when he looked down, he saw your h/c hair, your normally e/c vibrant eyes that were now closed forever.

He would call you a dumbass, but he knew you wouldn't hear him this time. He would call you a selfless idiot, because since the day you had your quirk, the coolest quirk he've seen in terms of healing, that's just who you've become.

His eyes watered down. He focused so much onto catching up with Deku that he hasn't looked behind him at the person who destroyed themselves just to catch up to him.

And now, it was too late for him to simply catch your hand to help you run with him.

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song : Your Best American Girl - Mitski.