Too Late

hiii bloom :c i looove ur work and was wondering if i could request a kirishima smau like boyfriend texts orrrr maybe a smau of kirishima x shy reader and like he's so infatuated w her but she lwk comes off as rude or what not bc her anxiety and yeahh BUT they do get tg and ugh im rambling do as u like !!! kisses 4 u xo 🩷🩷🩷

⋆˚࿔ gently yours

𓂃　♪　𓈒 cw: gn!reader but feminine compliments, fluff, leads to established relationship

𓂃　★ 𓈒 a/n: hii lotus my beautiful flower thank u for requesting!! everytime i write for kiri my heart does backflips hes such a cutie. he definitely would text you and then throw his phone across the room ugh i love him

"scissoring isn't realistic" "tribbing isn't good in real life" have you considered our pussies were meant to kiss. how about that

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🚶‍♂️deku sensei casual wear

do u think katsuki stinks because of his quirk? or maybe hes the opposite and doesnt smell at all

idk i don't think about his armpits

"You want to have sex. With me?" Shoto sounds uncertain, his usual flat tone is infused with a wavelength of emotion you've never heard before.

"Yeah." You say, leaning across the small sticky coffee shop table so you can scoop up his hand into your own. "I do."

"Um." Shoto glances down at your hand. "I don't know what to say."

You release his hand, deflated. "Oh...so are you not interested? I just figured we've been on like ten dates so I thought we could at least discuss it."

"It's not that I'm not interested..." He says slowly, rounding his mouth around the words. "I haven't had sex before. So I wouldn't know what I'm doing."

"Oh." You're surprised by this. Shoto has just turned thirty, and your big thirtieth birthday isn't far behind. You've both been pretty popular on the Pro hero scene for the better part of a decade. Shoto's dated plenty of pretty starlets and pro heroes before you - girls who love the spotlight and look glamorous on magazine covers. You've assumed that he had been intimate with more than a few of them. You're surprised to find that you're wrong. "You've never had sex before? What about...I don't know...oral sex? Or, um, have you had a hand job?"

He shakes his head no, then takes a deep sip from his mug of tea. You glance around you to make sure there aren't any eavesdroppers, but the shop is mercifully empty. The two of you are inconspicuously tucked into a corner beneath a collection of leafy pants.

"I've never really felt comfortable doing those kinds of things with anyone." He takes another gulp from his cup. "But I'd be open to trying it with you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes. I like you as more than a friend, I've known you for a long time, I'm comfortable with you and I'm attracted to you. The last time we kissed, I had an erection afterwards." Something you've always liked about Shoto is his blunt, no-nonsense approach to life. But this is...a lot of information to take in.

"Wow, Sho. I...I feel the same way. I mean - obviously I didn't have an erection after we made out last week, but I was definitely turned on." You say weakly, taking a sip of your own tea as you stare at him with wide eyes.

"So what do we do now?" Shoto reaches out and re-takes your hand. His palm is warm against your own. "I'm free the rest of the afternoon - should we go back to my apartment?" You're surprised by how eager he looks all of a sudden. There's been a shift in the energy - now that you've offered up sex and put it on the table, he seems to be buzzing about it.

Your brain is moving a thousand miles a minute. You take a deep breath and try to approach the situation as you would a work emergency. What would Pro-Hero Y/N do?

Hmm...she would start slow and take small steps forward. Get Shoto comfortable with the various aspects of sex and sexual response and attraction.

"Maybe we start slow. Take off each others clothes. Touch each other. Maybe some hand stuff."

"Hand stuff?" He looks at you blankly.

"I'm assuming you've never fingered someone?"

"No, I have not."

"Alright - so I'll show you what to do there. And I can give you a hand job. You can show me what you like when you touch yourself, and then I'll try to emulate it. With a twist, of course."

He nods excitedly - he's already standing up and shrugging on his coat. He tosses a twenty down on the table to pay for your drinks.

"Well we'd better get going then. I've clearly got a lot to learn." His tone is lower than usual, and before he buttons up his long coat you swear you can see his arousal through his sharp slacks. The image tingles in your brain, shooting electricity straight down to your pussy. Your brain wanders for a moment - wondering what Shoto looks like naked. How his Pro Hero muscles could ripple beneath your gentle touch. How big he might be.

"Okay!" You rise from your chair and he's already behind you, helping you into your jacket. The man wastes no time. His touch lingers on your lower back as you slide your arms into the long sleeves.

You leave the coffee shop, the door jingling behind you as the pair of you step out into the cool winter air. Shoto reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers.

"I'm excited about this." He says, his voice honeyed and smooth. "I promise I'll do my best." The pledge makes your heart skip a beat and your pussy throb. If there's one thing to be said about Shoto Todoroki, it's that he keeps his promises. Also, he's meticulous and thorough in everything he does.

"Maybe we should call a cab." You say, feeling your panties dampen more with each step. "It'll be faster."

"Good idea." He looks down at you, eyes sharp and filled with an emotion you've never seen before. "I want to get you naked as soon as possible."

hi so my stomach flipped when i read that divorced katsuki comment just so you know

He calls you at night sometimes. It's always 3 in the morning, sleep still stuck in his throat.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Yeah, I'm okay." You mumble into your pillow. The new meds they have you on make drowsiness feel like a weight and you can feel it pulling you back under.

"Had a dream that you weren't."

Your lips twitch. Neither up nor down, just a reaction. "You shouldn't dream about me."

"I try not to." He turns over and you can hear him adjust the blankets. "Can't help it, I guess."

"At least-" you yawn. "Try to make them wet dreams or something."

Bakugo barks out a laugh. You can almost picture him, flat on his back, canine caught over his bottom lip.

"Fuck, yeah, I wish," he says, incredibly soft. He's always like this at night: somber, sweet. even as you tease each other. "I miss having sex."

"Mm, me too." Your eyes are drifting closed. "You're phenomenal at it."

"Mm, yeah. Stroke my ego."

"You just wanna stroke something else."

He laughs again and you actually smile this time. Sleep is catching you, drifting you away slowly... slowly...

"Goodnight, baby." Bakugo's voice catches you at the precipice.

You're gone before you can respond.

fanboy

bakugo x fem!reader

Summary: You introduce Bakugo to your son for the first time since you started dating. Single mom Au

Bakugo's hands were glistening with sweat, every second he was wiping his palms on his pants in hopes they would dry.

King Explosion Murder God Dynamight doesn't get nervous, not in the face of danger, and especially not when he had to meet a four year old child.

But here he is, standing outside your apartment door, a bouquet of your favorite flowers, some take out for the three of you, and a plushy from his unreleased merch line for your son.

You guys have been dating for four amazing months and finally decided it was the perfect time for him to meet your treasure. Your son's father was out of the picture, even out of the birth certificate, but you and your baby didn't care. You had each other and you loved him to the fullest.

The door rang and before you could answer, you heard your son beat you to it.

Standing tall was the scarred, loud mouth, blonde that your son would see on tv sometimes, and heard when his mom was on the phone.

Starring back at Bakugo was a small boy, only three apples tall with the cutest expression as he opened the door.

"Hello mister!" Said your son, not an once of danger in his head.

"Hey kid, hasn't your mom ever told you not to open the door for strangers?" Asked Bakugo, his hero mind questioning if your son knew about stranger danger.

"Oh yeah...Mom a boy is here!" Your son yelled. Bakugo could hear your hurried footsteps rush down the hall before you came into view. Even when you were relaxed and wearing lounge clothes, he saw you as a picture of perfection.

Your boy rushed off not a moment later, wanting to go back to playing with his toys. You greeted Bakugo with an excited smile as you rushed to hug him. He returned it, adjusting his grip to make sure the flowers didn't get crushed as he held you.

After a couple of seconds you ushered him in, directing him towards the couch as you went off to find a vase for the flowers.

Your son was playing with his action figures, a little model of the city scattered around the floor. Bakugo recognized the hero and villain voice lines as he got closer, a reenactment from the recent hero movie that just got released.

He couldn't even sit on the couch before your son spotted him and dragged him to the floor, shoving the villain toy in his hand.

"You're the villain and I'm the hero, got it!" Said your son, he wasn't shy and if his mom knew this blonde haired man then obviously he's isn't a stranger.

"But what if I want to play as the hero?" Questioned Bakugo, even as pretend he strived to be a hero. "No! I'm gonna be a hero, just like my favorite person in the whole world!" Your son stated, enthusiasm heavy in his tone. "Oh yeah, and who would that be?" Bakugo raised an eyebrow, waiting to hear who this little boy looked up too.

"Obviously the number one hero Deku!" He exclaimed.

The silence was loud.

Bakugo could feel the record scratch that just went off in his head. Trying to save face he asked him, "What about the awesome Dynamight, he's way cooler than Deku." He pressed, pulling his hero plush out from behind him.

Your son looked at the plush, staring at it in silence before he got up and ran to his room. Bakugo was stunned, but not even a second later the pattering of feet could be heard and your son came back. In his hands was the limited edition Deku plushy, "You can keep that one mister, I have my own that my mom got me!" He exclaimed.

Bakugo was to shocked to speak, how could you never tell him your son was a Deku fanboy. He felt like he was just stabbed through the heart and betrayed by his kingdom.

The small child didn't notice Bakugo's change in demeanor and happily continued playing with his toys. While Bakugo was sitting in silence rethinking all his life choices that led up to this moment.

You called both of your boys into the kitchen to eat, your son blasting off once he heard food was ready while your boyfriend slowly trudged after him.

As all of you settled down to eat, your boy started blabbering questions to Bakugo. Nothing was off the table, from his favorite color, to if he loved his mommy. That question had you choking on your food as you tried to hide your flustered expression.

Bakugo surprisingly answered all his questions honestly and with the tone suited for talking to a child, still a little gruff but at least he wasn't shouting. You were happy seeing your boys getting along, even though you knew they would get along you were still nervous.

Caught up in your feelings, you didn't hear your son asking you something. "Mom did you know mister likes heroes too!" He gushed. You couldn't help but smirk hearing that, giving your boyfriend the side eye. "Can I show him my Deku collection? Please mom!" Your son pressed.

"Collection?" Bakugo questioned, his face had a look of confusion as he glanced between you and the boy.

You nodded to your son before he was out of his chair and dragging Bakugo by his finger towards his room. You silently followed them, as you waiting for your boyfriend's reaction to the grand reveal.

Your son's door opened and Bakugo stopped in his tracks and he took in the room.

Everything was Deku themed.

From the bedsheets to the furniture, the decorations on the walls and on his desk, all he saw was Midoriyas face.

The closest door was cracked open and inside he saw a Deku's hero costume as a onesie. The same kind that he and Midoriya wore when they were children.

He looked at you, staring into your eyes with the look of betrayal written on his face. You couldn't help but snicker at his expression. Enjoying his misery as your son showed him around his room and talked about all his decorations in great detail.

Funnily enough Bakugo gave your son more information about Deku that wasn't even public knowledge and told him only a real fan would know that stuff. Your son's eyes twinkled as he hung on to your boyfriends every word, his view of him was of an angel when Bakugo promised to bring him a rare collectors card next time he came over.

The three of you had a great time and Bakugo only left just after your son fell asleep. As you walked him to the door he couldn't help but give you a pointed look. "You set me up." He stated, grabbing you close. "I don't know what you're talking about.?" You feigned ignorance, trying to look as innocent as possible. Bakugo just huffed, shaking his head lightly as he gave you a goodbye kiss.

On his ride in the elevator he whipped out his phone to send a quick text. "You better be at my place with your card collection by the time I get home."

All the way across town was Midoriya staring at his phone confused at the text Bakugo randomly sent him.

quick little hyunju sketch

☆ iixh production

based on the headcannon that Bakugo Katsuki sleeps every night at exactly 8:30PM

synopsis: you two may be making out but when it’s his bedtime, it’s his bedtime

“Babe…we should go to bed now.”

“Oh?”

“To sleep,” Katsuki clarifies as he wills you to stand up and off his lap as he still has a loose hold on your hip.

You look at him bewildered.

“What? We were just kissing- why do you wanna go bed? It’s not because of me. I’m an amazing kisser,” You ask arms crossed over your chest. You had come to your boyfriends’ dorm to have him help you for the upcoming test, with ulterior motives, of course, and suddenly out of nowhere mid make out session pulled away.

“Because, Y/n, it’s late,” The way he said it made you think that when you’d look to the clock it would read 2:40 AM. It read 8:45. He gets off the floor and stands to change into his pajamas. “I should have been in bed fifteen minutes ago… you too.” He says sternly.

“You’re crazy.” You say huff watching him change as you’re sat on his bed. “You going to kick me out too, Kats?” You ask sarcastically.

“If you keep that prissy attitude I just might.”

“You’re the only man I know who could just…stop… to sleep.”

“I pride myself in my self-control.” He says with a cocky grin as he steps back over, change, teeth brushed and ready for bed. “Scoot over.” He mumbles with a grunt as he pushes you to the right side of the bed.

“I’m putting my cold feet on you.” You threaten as you cuddle into his side under the blanket of his bed. His arm instinctively going over your shoulder to keep you close.

“Go ahead and i’ll blast the soles off your feet.” He says unbothered as he yawns. “You ready for your test tomorrow? I swear if you get anything below an 80% these session will strictly be for studying,” he threatens.

“I got it, Kats, we studied for hours. No way i’m failing.” You say overly confident and optimistic.

“You better.” He says sharply before intertwining his fingers with yours and bringing the back of your palm to his lips for a kiss. “Goodnight, idiot.”

You huff, but smile nonetheless, “Goodnight, firecracker.”

….

You bombed the test, but you still got kisses despite his threats.