Head To Head.

for your 1k event, may i perchance request a childhood bsf with benefits w bakugou

smau please 🎞️ 🙏🏽

it’s always been you.

b.katsuki

-childhood bestfriends -> fwbs -> ?

Katsuki loves being the little spoon

and he fucking hates how much he loves it. He loves the feeling of his back pressed against your chest and your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. He hates it because it makes him feel weak, and the last thing he ever wants is to be perceived as weak.

But damn, as much as he loves, and try’s to convinced himself he prefers, to be the one holding you…he can't deny how much he loves the way it feels when he’s the one being held.

He loves the warmth of your face buried into his shoulder and the side of his neck, the way your breath sends shivers down his spine. When you slip your hand under his shirt and run your fingers up and down his stomach, he can’t help but tense up, a soft groan escaping him.

“Quit gropin me,” he mutters, but you know it’s not real irritation. He’s just trying to play it cool.

Then, when you place gentle kisses on his neck, he squirms a little, his body betraying him. “Quit teasin”, he grumbles, but his voice is shaky.

“Shut up, Katsu,” you whisper teasingly. "You love it."

He huffs, but you can hear the smile in his voice. "I’m gonna murder you one of these days woman," he says, but he’s already pushing himself girthing into you, you tighten your grip, the tension in his muscles fading once again.

The thought of dating a tall big muscular, who has huge tits and big dick, everyone around tells you that you’re the bottom in the relationship. When in reality, he’s a submissive whorish cockslut when he’s around you, and just wants you to fuck him with your dick while you jerk off his cock as lewd sounds escape from his mouth, tears foaming from his eyes as he drunk with the pleasure you give him.

just saw these two volumes side by side again like genuinely What Are We Doing

cringedoriya and nerdkugo

i suffer from 'men are hotter banged up' disease. unfortunately there is no cure.

Bloody and bruised >

PICK UP LINES | SMAU

ೃ⁀➷ denki, monoma, shinso, midoriya, bakugo, todoroki

- i still have my finished my shinso & bakugou fic so gonna upload all my SMAUs heh.

shigaraki tomura being turned on by how kind you are - part two 🤭

part one here

now that he’s figured it out, he can’t help but be a little disgusted with himself. he’s sporting a semi and leaking pre-cum almost constantly just because you’re fucking nice to him?

it's practically textbook.

what's even more textbook is what finally breaks the thread on his thinly-maintained control.

you both volunteer for the supply run. you’re chatting his fucking ear off as you walk into town - he’d rather die than admit it but he loves how much you talk - when you see a lost little kid wandering around.

“hey sweetie, you okay?” your voice is like honey. he clenches his teeth to keep his eyes from popping out of his skull. "you lose your parents?"

the way you grasp their little hand in yours, your reassuring smile -

the second you locate the kid's family, he’s dragging you down the nearest alley, cutting off your surprised gasp with the press of his mouth. he’s never done this, and the first swipe of your tongue over his makes his eyes roll up in his head.

“oh god tomu, you feel good baby,” you say sweetly, and he doesn’t think it’s possible to get harder, but he does, pressing his twitching dick against your the soft skin of your tummy. “been wanting you to touch me for a long time now.”

“yeah?” his breath shakes against your mouth. “would you -” fuck he doesn’t know how to ask, but he needs your hands on him now or he’s going to explode -

“it’s okay, i’ve got you baby,” you coo in his ear, nails clicking against the buckle of his jeans. his cock bounces free, tip leaking and red. “I’ll make you feel good, yeah?”

you're on your knees before he can process it, lapping up the sticky pre-cum at the slit. he stuffs his fist into his mouth to keep from gripping the back of your head and thrusting his dick down your throat.

he whimpers when you suck him into your mouth and palm his sack, an almost painful explosion of pleasure erupting in his head - and then he's cumming hard, hot load shooting down your throat and spilling out of your mouth.

some of it drips down your chin; he wipes it up with the back of his thumb and nudges your mouth. you swallow and suck off the last bit of him, smiling like an angel, “better now?”

touchstarved!hawks who can’t remember the last time anyone touched him because they wanted to, not because they could get something out of him

touchstarved!hawks who melts into your touch the first time you hold him, his whole body going slack as he finally lets himself relax

touchstarved!hawks who preens when you card your hands through his hair, scraping your nails down his neck and in between his shoulder blades. “touch ‘em, baby, please,” he hears himself beg, his wings rustling and fluffing out behind him

touchstarved!hawks who bites back a moan the minute your fingers soothe over his feathers. you’re so gentle, so warm, so perfect. he ruts into your hip before lifting you up and fitting you snugly in his lap, dick pressed against the sopping wet seam of your panties

touchstarved!hawks who can talk circles around anyone reduced to a groaning mess, hardly able to stutter out more than a pititful “feels so fucking good, don’t - ngh - don’t ya dare stop touchin’ me”

touchstarved!hawks who comes against the soft skin of your tummy the minute your nails scratch the base of his wings -

Bakugo is weak for neck kisses

Katsuki’s pacing back and forth, clearly agitated, ranting about how stupid some idiot at work was. His fists are clenched at his sides, stressfully running hand agitatedly through his blonde hair, and his words are practically on fire as he vents.

“I swear, this dumbass has no clue what the hell they're doing! How the hell are they even still a damn hero? You think they’d get it by now, but nope—totally useless, every damn time!” His voice is sharp, frustration radiating from him like heat.

You watch him for a moment, knowing that he won’t stop on his own. So, you step forward, gently cupping his neck with one hand as your lips brush softly against his skin, trailing a slow, teasing kiss along the side of his throat.

He freezes mid-rant, his body tense, but then he scoffs, clearly trying to hide how much it’s affecting him. “Oi! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He turns his head away, trying to regain control, but your kisses are relentless, moving from soft pecks to gentle nibbles along his jawline and neck.

“Hey—HEY! You think you can just—mmh,” he grumbles, his voice weakening as your teeth graze the sensitive skin near his collarbone. His breathing picks up, and his words become a bit more scattered. “What the hell… I’m not—shit, stop—ugh, damn it…”

He shifts, tilting his head to the side, allowing you more access as you continue your gentle assault on his neck. His chest rises and falls in heavy breaths, and for a moment, you almost think he’s going to say something more, but he just closes his eyes and lets out a low sigh.

His usual sharp attitude softens, though he’s still trying to keep his composure. “Tch… What the hell was I saying?” He mutters, trying to focus, but all he can do is lean into your touch, his head tilting further, giving you more room. His hands are still clenched at his sides, but they’re not as tense now, more relaxed as he lets you distract him.

You smile against his soft skin, continuing to kiss and nibble, savoring the way his body reacts to every touch. Slowly, Katsuki’s frustration fades into something softer, as he lets you do what you want, the tension in his shoulders melting away.