Good Morning To Hockey Player! Bakugo Katsuki Only.

ok not to drastically change topics. but bunny hybrid who hates the dog hybrid her owner also owns until she gets knotted for the first time

todo sibling gc: merry crisis

feat: todoroki siblings, you are dating touya 🖤

warnings / cache notes: language, kys joke, touya being a brat, fem!reader, texts to fuyumi are touya’s pov!

req📌: more holiday todo fam content! creds to my bitches in switch city who gave me the idea <3

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I have sooooo many questions about tiktok!reader and Hawks’ relationship with one another… does Hawks know about [redacted]? What was it that made them start hooking up? Does reader stop hooking up with him when things start getting more serious with Bakugo? How does he feel about if she does?

cw: assault implications, reader is post assault. reader is visibly bruised

the first time:

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It's weird for you to go Hawks' room, but he doesn't react when the door opens, his lopsided smirk the same as it always is.

"Hey." His teeth are freshly de-braced and he licks the now smooth fronts. "What are you doing?"

"Hey," you repeat back to him. "Do you wanna fuck?'

Hawks tilts his head back and laughs and laughs and laughs, from the bottom of his chest. It goes on ling enough that you should feel embarrassed, but the feeling never comes. Feelings never come easily nowadays, replaced by this itching, growing void that you aren't sure how to fill.

"You don't?"

"I just didn't expect you to be asking me that." He leans in, arm on the door frame. "Have you even had sex before?"

The question pisses you off, but you try not to let it show. Your smile isn't solidified yet, faultering ever so slightly. "Have you?"

Hawks rolls his eyes, tongue jammed into his cheek. Of course, he's had sex, it's all the handler's talked about for weeks. It's why you're here, because you know he'd touch you.

Not that you want him to touch you. You just don't want to feel empty anymore. Sex will make you feel something, at least. and that's better than the numbness.

"Alright, sure, yeah." He gestures inside and you follow. "Let's fuck. Why not?"

Blood rushes to your ears so quickly that you can hear your heartbeat begin to pick up speed. Fear and anticipation both taste metallic in your mouth, and you try to savor the taste despite how sour it has become. The door clicks locked behind you and you immediately start unbuttoning your pants, pushing your panties down with them. Hawks just raises a brow, eyeing you up and down as you stand there, in the middle of his room, half naked, fully open.

"Whoa," he says, frozen in place. "You're crazy."

You don't respond. It doesn't feel crazy- it feels normal.

"Do you want me to lick you or something?" Hawks asks. "To get you ready?"

You don't want to admit that you don't know what he means.

"I don't need that. Just fuck me."

Afterwards, he cages you down to the bed with his body, kissing up and down your neck. The awful, sticky, thick feeling is already fading from your chest, crumbling in on itself. Sex hurt, but not in the way it did before. It's more like bothering an already injured spot, prodding something that needs to be left alone. You're worried that the pain might go away forever, but also worried it'll always ache like this, that you'll never heal in the ways that matter.

"Hey, uh-" Hawks sniffs. "You gotta lotta bruises on your thighs."

"Yeah."

"Like, bad bruises," he lifts the sentence like it's not a statement, but a question. "On your back too."

You don't like how he has you trapped afterwards. It's supposed to be over by now- you're supposed to be free and he's supposed to be gone, not answering these non-questions.

"Do you want to do it again?" you interrupt.

"Uh," His feathers ruffle a bit. No is on the tip of his tongue, but he ends up swallowing it away. "Sure, I guess."

Just read your horny bakugou post about eating. Hear me out- imagine how hard he gets when he sees you literally licking the plate clean off his food.

post for reference

you're so right, this would have him straight-up BARKING

man is already just about as obsessed with you as it gets, but seeing you lap up food that he prepared for you himself? hauls you up on the kitchen table by your thighs without so much as a warning, knocking down dishes and spilling over glasses—

"baby, the mess," you get out before he's cutting you off with his mouth

"fuck the mess this time," he snarls, biting at your lips, your throat, your collarbone. if he could fucking inhale you he would, anything to get you closer. "sittin' over there groanin' like a fuckin' whore over my food. did you really think this was gonna end without your perfect lil cunt wrapped around me?"

presses you down on the table, hands under your shoulder blades, hips pounding into you, "i know ya like being taken care of pretty thing. show me how much by creamin' all over my cock, yeah? fuckkkk, there's my girl"

tiktok reader and bakugo move on together. they buy an apartment, they do laundry. she relaxes into being alive, her eyes soften over the years.

but sometimes, she catches a hint of red out of the corner of her eye and she's suddenly back in that fucking hotel room.

HI RUE :) after reading the black cat kiri smau, I was wondering......

if u could possibly do a super nice/kind reader x bakugo

preferably a fem reader but I will read literally anything u write 😮‍💨

okay now lets imagine: y/n always being "too nice" and putting others in front of her own needs (not a doormat but too willing to inconvenience herself) and bakugou recognizing this and not exactly telling her to change but rather doing things that makes her feel special and validated AAUUGGGHH

little body big heart // katsuki bakugou

okokokokok so i immediately brainrotted after seeing the tags on @rueclfer 's post and honestly, why not have some self indulgent dad!keigo???? bye this was AUGH.

since your daughter was a year and a half old, she's been babbling nonstop. just like her father. she constantly talks, and keigo encourages it-- unfortunately. most nights it takes over an hour for her to go to bed because she wants to debrief to her dad about the day she's had, and then ask about his-- even if she doesn't listen to it.

by four years old, she was able to hold a steady gossip session with keigo every night.

korra is currently weaving inbetween the two of you while you make a joint effort to make dinner-- keigo had already told her twice to go back in the living room with her toys and whatever movie was on the television; but she was keen on staying right inbetween the both of you. you can hear his teeth grit before the third "korra." leaves his mouth.

your daughter is standing in front of the fridge, her blonde curls pulled into pigtails that have since been mussed from a day of play and naps. she's holding her duck plushie that keigo gifted her weeks ago tight against her body, chewing on a random plastic toy of hers-- she's in the way and she knows it, with the way she stares up at her father when he reaches for the handle.

"korra, baby, you need to move," keigo tries to be gentle, but it's clear he's starting to loose his paitence.

there's a brief silence, and then your daughter points to a random sticky note on the fridge and says, "keigo."

her pronunciation is way off. 'key-go' is what came out, but it's clear she tried purely based off reading what was in front of her. she looks proud of herself-- a wide toothy grin on her expression that contrasts heavily with keigo's frozen stature.

you're not sure what he's thinking. his hand is loose on the fridge handle, and you swore some of the color drained from his face.

"korra, give daddy a minute, yeah? let mommy get you a snack and watch the movie?"

keigo's hand releases from the handle and jolts like your voice pressed a reset button to his whole system. he watches you lead your daughter from the kitchen, but it's impossible to miss to confusion and concern laced in your gaze and expression as you round the corner, your eyes trained on him until you leave.

keigo's not against his real name as much anymore. sure, to the public he's still hawks, and he's the president of the commission and a war hero and all that-- but to you; he's your husband, the love of your life, the missing puzzle piece, your favorite piece of work-- keigo.

that's a name reserved only for you. a name he's had to get used to hearing again, and had to learn to like. and he loves the way you say his name. so sweetly, sometimes scolding-- when the two of you banter with each other-- (when you moan it) but it took him a while to come back around to it.

when you return back to the kitchen after getting korra situated, keigo sighs at the gentle touch of your hand against the small of his back. "'m sorry," he mumbles almost immediately.

"for what?"

"reacting like that," keigo sets the utensil in his hand down and places both of his hands palm down on the counter. he bows his head a little and chews on the inside of his lip before continuing. "i'm not upset with her."

"i didn't think you were," you respond hesitantly, rubbing soothing circles against his spine over the fabric of his shirt. after a couple beats of silence, you speak up again. "what're you thinkin'?"

keigo sighs again, but he's not tense as he was before. loose, relaxed-- comfortable. he picks up the knife he was using earlier and continues to chop the vegetables as he was. "i'm okay with it. key-go. eventually she'll learn to say it right."

the corner of your mouth lifts a bit. "and if she doesn't?" your voice is light, teasing.

"guess i'll be key-go along with keigo," he shrugs after the words leave his mouth, feigning nonchalance, but you can tell its genuine. he's okay with it.

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new message from: keigo “hawks” takami!

feat: random texts/tweets/posts from your boyfriend keigo <3

warnings / cache notes: language, suggestive, keigo’s slightly possessive/over protective, might be ooc. idc.

req📌: ❌ ignore how the first image is different from everything else i’ve had this post saved for so long

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These were practice sketches for my Dichotomy au but out of context you wouldn't be able to tell the difference from his actual backstory which breaks my fucking heart...

He was just a kid 💔

PHASES OF THE MOON art by Thiago Corrêa