High Tides

Its when he...

its when he grabs your inner thighs and spreads your legs looking into your eyes and smiling softly and he goes down on you eating you out like a dog on a hot day with no water. Its when you arch your back and scream his name and he keeps going because hes a good boy who lets his darling orgasm. Its when you pant and tremble and he stops as he leaves kisses and hickies as well as bite marks all over your beautiful body. Its when he caresses your skin and and holds you firmly and sits you on his lap looking up at you in the eyes. Its when he asks softly in youe ear "you ready baby?" and you nod with thighs trembling and your pussy dripping wet. Its when he slowly puts it in you just for you to scream out in pleasure and he pounds you and holds your waist putting his face in your collar. Its when he kisses your neck and whispers how much of a good girl you are and telling you what a good job your doing. Its when you cry and scream in pleasure as you claw it his back and shoulders. Its when he asks permission to cum in you and you cry out a yes and he holds you down on his cock and he cums in you. Its when you pant and held on to him and held on to you as well. Its when he finishes pumping you full and he slowly pulls out. Its when you whine slightly and he gently lays you down on the bed and he lays next to you cuddling you praising you. Its when he holds you close and cleans you up and gets you dressed gently. Its when he gets some boxers on and lays next to you and holds you softly until you fall asleep. Its when he makes sure your asleep to whisper how much he truly loves you…..Its when he loves you

any of u guys wanna be mutuals???

i want to follow back and converse

Katsuki “I’m only nice to my girlfriend” bakugou

retired!bakugo who spends his days fucking you nonstop <3

oml, this is so sweet actually!! it's all under the cut <3

18+ mdni / fem!reader

i think he'd love how much time he'd have to indulge in actual intimacy. all of a sudden, he's able to bring you closer together, to deepen your relationship, to spoil you rotten. no rush, no sudden calls to ruin the moment; just you and him, rocking against each other with the slowest, most passionate rhythm you've rarely been given the chance to experience before.

him taking the time to really ravage you properly. chest to chest, cheek to cheek; his lips and rough hands becoming so greedy as he explores every inch of your naked skin that he's somewhat forgotten how to caress over the years of constant work and busy schedules.

and yes, speaking of years, he might not be able to last as long as he did back when he was younger; lacks the stamina youth brings and all that, but he's still strong - powerful.

like a beast.

he can still fuck you through the entire night if you take small breaks in-between, can slam you into the mattress; all slow and intense. he's in no hurry, he will fuck you for as long as it takes to turn you dumb. to turn you into this adorable, overstimulated mess that his job had kept him from seeing otherwise. to listen to you babble out curses that mix with his name, to see you cry pretty tears from how deeply his fat cock sinks into you.

and he takes such good care of you because, fuck, he actually can, now. he cooks you a delicious dinner and fucks you on the kitchen counter as you wait for the oven to heat up, turning you both starved. he takes morning showers with you after sleeping in, and takes you against the cool tiles; your skin dewy and warm from the hot water and steam, eyes still droopy from sleep. he takes you out on dates, and splits you open in the backseat of his car like he's some feral teenager again. tugs you away at parties just to finger your adorable cunt, and get you all hot and bothered for when you get back home.

he fucks you anywhere, everywhere; anytime, all the time.

being so close to you, finally being able to be a part of your life like he should have always been is just so special. it turns him insatiable and soft. his heart becomes dipped in honey: he cherishes every arch your back makes, every moan, every kiss and every climax. even every tender sentence is important, even if it doesn't make all that much sense as you both bask in the afterglow later; limbs warm and stretchy, bed sheets crumpled.

he's so content with having you. entirely.

especially because you finally get to have him, too.

even as a worm? - Bakugou Katsuki x reader

｡ₓcharacters: Bakugou Katsuki x reader ｡ₓcontent: canonverse! FLUFF!! ｡ₓsummary: onset shenanigans with pro hero Katsuki ｡ₓword count: 480 ｡ₓa/n: NOT PROOFREAD! Aged up/pro hero Bakugou

You’ve been on the interview circuit all day with Katsuki. The clock now reaching seven pm, your aching cheeks and growling stomach were begging for this day to be over, and as if the gods heard your silent prayers, you were both informed this would be the last interview of the day.

Katsuki sighs next to you and slumps into the couch that had been your home for the day. As if forgetting where you both were, he reaches out to play with your hair. Wrapping a lock around his index finger, Katsuki twirls the hair before pushing it back behind your ear with a softness only shown behind your apartment door. He trails his fingers over your cheek and down your jaw, palm flattening over your skin to cup your face, and only after he moves slightly forward as if to lean in for a kiss does he stop and pull back.

“Did'ya wake up?” you tease the now blushing pro-hero. Katsuki shakes away the haze that had filled his head, blinking a few times before dragging his hands over his face. “I-fuck. I’m so tired.”

“If you keep doing that, you’re gonna get wrinkles.” You wrap your fingers around his wrist and try to pull them away, but Katuski doesn’t budge.

“If I get wrinkles, will they stop making me do these stupid interviews?” His voice is muffled.

You hum as if thought before finally answering. “You’ll probably get more. You’ll be seen as a wise old hero who appeals to all ages of fangirls.”

Katsuki groans and pulls his hands away from his face. Your hand slips from his wrist to entwine with his fingers. The rough calluses and scars from years of raining and work are comforting as you squeeze his hand.

“But would you still love me if I have wrinkles?” Bakugou turns to you.

“I’d love you even if you were a worm,” you swear and push up from your spot to press a loving kiss against his cheek.

Katsuki scoffs. “Really? A worm?”

“Mhmm. A slimy, old, wrinkly worm.”

He turns his face to yours. Eyebrows furrowed in disbelief before bursting into giggles. “You freak” He kisses your nose. “Worm fucker”

You start to laugh even as you kiss him quickly. Katsuki returns the kiss, now laughing with you as you giggle into each other’s mouths.

“Alright, love birds, we’re on in 30. Either keep going on national tv or stop it” The producer’s voice cuts through your moment.

Bakugou kisses you once more before pulling away. He lets go of your hand but places it gently in your lap before settling into his spot on the couch.

“I’d love you too,“ he mumbles.

"As a worm?” you tease, a smile forming on your lips.

“As a worm,” he confirms and winks at you, which has you beaming up at him.

“Alrighty. Live in 3, 2, 1.”

I’ll Be Your Voice

bakugou x reader

masterlist

wc: 379

cw: fluff, bakugou protecting you like the guard dog bf he is

You were never good with being in the spotlight and he’ll be damned if you feel uncomfortable

This was the last place you wanted to be at the moment, but being a hero comes with being in the media. It would be fine if you weren’t so nervous about it, stumbling over your words, spacing out, sometimes it just got to be too much. Here you were sitting before a camera doing a live interview about the villain you and fellow pro, and boyfriend, Dynamight, caught a couple of days ago.

You sat there patiently waiting for it all to be over, forcing Katsuki to answer the questions while you sat there, fiddling with your hands in your lap, looking down. He’s saving you from being put on blast and having to respond, but when people watch, all they see is him not letting you talk. That is until this one incident.

“We have hardly heard anything from you miss y/h/n, how do you plan to repair all of the damage caused by the fight?” The interviewer looks expectantly at you. No one ever directly asks you questions, making it easier to leave it all to your partner, but now you feel your heart in your throat as you try to speak. Unknowingly starting to bounce your leg up and down, “W-well, um, well w-we...” You stop when you feel a hand on your leg, forcing it to come to a stop. Looking over at your boyfriend, you see the usual scowl he puts on for the public gone, eyes now soft and loving. “We are working on it.” He replies gruffly before standing up and taking his mic off.

He does yours as well, taking your shaking hand in his as he guides you up to follow him out. You try to regulate your breathing, still feeling winded, desperately trying to keep up with your fiery partner now speed walking away from the cameras. “Fuckin asshole, couldn’t he see you were uncomfortable, I oughta go back there n’ kick his ass for putting you on the spot.” He states angerly. “S’okay Suki, just wanna go home.” You curl into his chest, and he pulls you closer just holding you in the hallway. “Okay, pretty, let's go.” He places a small kiss to your lips before putting his hand on your back to lead you out.

katsuki x f!reader + suggestive fluff? + katsuki holding your boobs | masterlist

okay how do we feel about taking pictures w katsuki holding your boobs

like imagine you just bought this new furry top looking bra — jewels decorated down the sides of the straps, strings wrapped all around your body and a cute little silver heart centerpiece in the middle. you’re taking pictures in it for instagram when he walks in — crimson eyes raking over your figure as you pose in the mirror.

“what’re you doin princess” he gruffs walking towards you shirtless with some sweatpants on —taking his place behind you in the mirror hand resting on the open skin of your stomach. “m’ taking pictures, got a new top”. he hums pressing kisses to your neck sliding a palm up to cup the fur of the top. you move back a little giggling at him. “stop it kats m busy” you say trying to push him away — with the prettiest smile gracing your lips.

“m’ not doin nothing wanna take a picture too” which you know is a lie because you can feeling him smirking — but you do have something else in mind. “okay,” n now you can see his smirk grow wider until you move away from him untying your top and letting it fall. and the second you do his pupils dialite a little bit — adams apple bobbing the act catching him off guard before a grin tugging at his lips

“thought you wanted to take a picture” he tuts “i do! lemme show you” you move back into your previous spot infront of him taking his hands in yours and placing them over your breasts making your breath hitch at the feel of him calloused hands brushing over your pebbled nipples the skin soft. “like this” you say through a soft smile turning to face him and gauge his reaction grin faltering and a blush spreading across his cheeks as you turn back to the mirror with your phone in hand.

n being the little cheeky shit he is as soon as you’re about to take the picture he runs a finger over your nipple making a whine spill from you — your expression lewd while he has the biggest shit eating gin splitting his face in the picture — needless to say it’s one of his favorites.

i just noticed u changed ur layouts for your theme! love your theme btw! so cute and so you!!!

thanks ya thanks ya. i want it to look pretty i want to change it every four seconds because i always thing someone else’s is cooler and i like that more and want to try it but i not that tech savvy hehe :)

Bakugou being a soft dom chocking reader

And grinding on her Some Degration if you don’t mind

I luv ur work

18+ mdni, fem!reader // cw: choking, bondage, degrading, established relationship. soft dom!bakugou.

i see this with a slightly older, more experienced bakugou. when he's more calm and patient towards the world to surround him.

definitely has to be an established relationship, even better if you're his long-term girlfriend or perhaps even his wife. he's a man who loves being in control, however he also greatly appreciates it if you trust him entirely with your body and free will; allowing his hands to hold the reins when it comes to making decisions in the bedroom. he just wants to make you feel good and is happiest when you let him do so; when you let him feel needed.

and years of intimate partnership can bring that to the table. along with other things.

i think when you'd both be in the mood for something a bit more special and he wouldn't be all that tired because of his job, he'd take control over your body slowly; carefully. unlike his earlier years, he'd take his time in a way you wouldn't even notice him taking over because of how he'd be able to keep you busy with little affections that would make sure you're being spoiled rotten - right to the core. just like his pretty little wife deserves.

so imagining bakugou as a soft dom, he'd be up for some bondage. nothing too extravagant - he's more of an easy, quick access kind of guy - he'd restrain you by tying your wrists to the headboard of the bed, but would also leave soft, open-mouthed kisses along both of your forearms whilst checking the knots aren't tied too tight. he'd run his warm hands all over your half-naked body, all until your spine would be pushing upwards from the mattress and your mouth would be pleading him to please, please, please give you more.

he'd cool down the warm saliva he'd leave on your skin by blowing on it, tired red eyes watching you shiver in the midst of it. he'd make you soaking wet with all this warm, soft-around-the-edges attention he'd be showering you with, all until a damp patch would form right over the delicate cotton of your panties, despite that he didn't even start touching you between your legs yet. he'd kiss you gently, but would also apply pressure with the way he'd push his tongue into your mouth so that he'd be able to swallow your needy moans. he's greedy.

the dominance would start to show in the way he'd hold you by the jaw when you'd start to whine, and by the way he would make you keep kissing him until he's satisfied - usually until your lips feel swollen and awfully tender, and his own turn a dark pink. he'd leave your legs unrestrained just so you'd be able to wrap them around his waist and he'd feel your warmth as you'd both start to rock against each other.

he wants you close when he's in control. always wants you wrapped around him, feeling every limb of yours on him.

i think the pure, blatant need you'd start exhibiting for him during all this teasing would make this man so hard it'd hurt. you'd just feel a firm bulge pressing between your sopping folds the moment he gets you completely naked. he grows bigger and bigger, the cotton of his sweatpants absorbing your arousal, making an outright mess on the fabric which he surprisingly doesn't seem to care about in that exact moment. he starts grinding against you in response, more eager by the minute, like a dirty dog of a husband, even if he's drowning you in loving kisses and sweet touches that would otherwise make your teeth ache if it wasn't done by him.

and fuck, he's so big above you. one of his scarred hands is right next to your head, the other resting on your lower back; pulling you upwards at the middle just so that he can feel you even better. you want to touch him so bad, claw at him, mark him, anything, but you can't. the stupid restraints are driving you insane, and he can sense it as you try to pull free to tame the heat that's forming in your thighs and is climbing higher, higher, higher. your evident desperation brings a smile forward and it's goddamn sneaky, like one of a feline as it curls against your hot, panting mouth even if he's nowhere near as graceful as a cat.

he isn't all that verbal, he never is during sex, but you can hear him grunting softly; deep breaths mixing in-between each sound that rumbles deep in his chest like thunder. he hunches and covers you entirely with his bigger body as his tongue itches to say something vulgar. giving into temptation, he degrades you because it's in the heat of the moment, but he does make sure to sneak in compliments into the harshness just so you don't start to scold him in return.

because, unexpectedly, you wear the pants in this relationship.

so he calls you his pretty slut, his needy little girl that's so pathetic because of how badly she wants his dick. he tells you that he's positive you'll do just about anything to get him to stuff you full; that you look like the part in that exact moment. that you look like a girl who'd gladly accept his load; all nasty and depraved, squirming on top of the sheets like that. that if you love having his tongue in your mouth like that, he wonders what you'll be like the moment he goes lower and sticks it into your sticky little hole instead.

and he's gently cooing at you as he speaks those filthy words into your ear or into your mouth, and is perhaps even mocking and making fun of your little mewls and pleas which sound almost broken as they leave your throat because of his hand that has wound up around your neck at some point.

he chokes you as he ruts into you in a way that makes you feel him entirely; even through the layers of clothes he still has on. you want to gasp but he applies just enough pressure that it ever so slightly restricts your airway, making you shudder from the sensation that you know he'll keep on the safe side. thick digits dig deep in all the right places as your mouth pops open and he uses the chance to kiss you again. make you burn all over and experience heatwaves that cause sweat to glimmer on your already-dewy skin.

you can feel him between your legs, all throbbing and heavy when he places his tongue atop your own again. the weight of his cock makes your gaze drop downward and your toes curl against the small of his back as you try to push your hips upwards to gain even more friction. to gain even more pleasure. and he sneers at that ever so slightly, and chuckles at it, too. his thumb drags along your jawline as he squeezes your neck to make you look at him again, and his tired grin is faint but it shines bright like a thousand suns because it is so very rare.

all of it is an assertive kind of control that only years of trust and shared experiences can bring, but it is never forceful; never quite as mean. he cares about you, even as he speaks filth and hints at wanting to fuck you like you're nothing but a mere toy. he loves you even if in that moment - just that single, fleeting moment - he loves your pussy just a little bit more.

your reactions make him feel confident. make him feel like this strong, capable man who you'd fawn over like some silly damsel in distress and who you depend on. he'd never admit it, but it lights up that primal, purely male part of his brain and he just can't help it. he knows you're capable of taking care of yourself just fine, but it's ingrained into his psyche whether he likes it or not.

and all of it makes you nearly delirious, too. he's got that dazed look in his eye as he watches you offer yourself to him so blatantly; the one that makes him pick up the pace and that has you wrapped around his little finger. the one that has got your entrance fluttering around nothing because you're just so ready to take him already. to love him properly the moment he sets you free.

patient, older bakugou has an effect like that, i suppose. he wipes your brain cells away one by one; until you're dumb even before he fucks you into something even dumber.

You wanna make out while I sit on your lap so I can feel you get hard 👀