Bakugou Katsuki X Reader

So some of my friends shipped me and my friend (who is a guy) and they were 'aweing' and shit. They were saying stuff like, "THE SHIP MUST SAIL!" And "HAS THE SHIP SAILED YET?!" Well my best friend heard and was like, "I DO NOT APPROVE! I WILL BE THE ICEBERG TO YOUR TITANIC!!" Needless to say, this was about the best day of my life!

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As someone who went through a miscarriage recently, I can't wait for this day 🥺🥺❤️❤️

23:30 | Bakugou Katsuki

cw: new parent bakugou and reader, alludes to infertility issues but never explicitly stated, sappy and soft and i’m ovulating and i miss my estranged ex husband bakugou katsuki.

“It’s weird isn’t it?”

You tense briefly at the sound of Katsuki’s hoarse voice, relaxing almost immediately at the sight of him resting in the doorway of your son’s nursery. He looks so handsome like this. Pajama pants slung low, arms crossed with a sleepy grin as he stares at his world.

“What’s weird?”

You keep your voice low, bouncing your son lightly when he stirs in his sleep. Katsuki approaches you quietly, pressing a kiss to your neck before resting his chin on your shoulder.

“That we have him— that he’s here. So much waiting, hoping, begging for him to exist. And here he is. Ours.”

“Ours,” you agree softly, thumb squishing your son’s cheeks lightly, “though it should be a crime I went through so much, just for him to look identical to you.”

Katsuki barks out a laugh, eyes never straying from your son.

“Nah, he looks like you,” he whispers softly, “his nose curves like yours. Has the same birth mark as you too. Even stretches when he wakes up the same way you do when you’re sleepy.”

The room is quiet, and you bask in the comfort of it. Calloused hands wrap around you, Katsuki’s strong figure swaying in time with you.

“I’ll always protect you. Both of you.”

There’s a finality in it. A promise; an oath.

“I know.”

Your son coos in his sleep as if agreeing, and a warm drop falls on your skin.

“Sing that song,” he croaks, “the one you sing to me. It’s my favorite.”

Soft hums fill the room, the sun rises outside, a trickle of sunlight beams through the curtains. There’s a surety in it; a day ends, another begins, and Bakugou Katsuki’s world sways to the sound of your voice.

I can't stop clicking play..0.0

wow they really did adapt frozen well

Name Calling

You know it's sad when someone calls your name but because you have another person in your class with the same name you don't respond because it's never you they want...

Makes me wanna grab my own man and throw him on the couch 😂🧡

It's me again! This is my first time posting a request, sorry! 😅 Fixing it, 5 + bakugou 💥

a/n: you’re okay !! don’t apologize, lovely <333 tysm for sending one in 💞💞💞 SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMG

cw: virgin!bkg, dry humping

prompt 5: “Is it good when I touch you here?”

[event closed]

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Through the haze of his mind, Bakugou tries to recall how he landed himself here. Leaning back on your couch, with you perched prettily on his lap. His chest heaves with arousal, and he prays you don’t feel the bulge pushing through his trousers.

-

“Would you like to come in?” you ask shyly, biting your lip. His face flushed at your question, shuffling his feet nervously. “Like, right now?” Your laugh eased his worry, small smile forming on his own face. “Yeah, right now. You totally don’t have to though!” you mumble, “I just like bein around you.” Gods, it was only your guys’ fourth official date and he already thinks he’s in love. “Yeah, I’ll come in,” he said, pressing a kiss to your head. You squeezed his hand with your own, smile brightening. “Great! We can watch a movie or something,” you smile up at him.

—

The movie in question played behind you long forgotten. Moans mixed in with the track playing behind you. He nearly whimpers when you grind yourself into him, hands tightening on your waist. “Is this okay?” you whisper to him, fingers twirling the short hairs on the nape of his neck. He grunts in response, not trusting his ability to his the desperation the claws up his throat. His hand moves to the back of your neck, pulling your mouth back onto his. You moan into his mouth when he runs your tongue against his, hips grinding harder onto him. He breaks the kiss, eyes avoiding yours. He clears his throat, willing the heat rushing up his cheeks to stay dormant. “Uhh- I’ve, um. I’ve never done this,” he cringes at his own words. “Oh, that’s alright,” you say with a smile, “we don’t have to do anything.”

“No, it’s not like that— like I haven’t, you know. But it only because—

“Bakugou.”

“—because of paperwork and my job I just don’t really have time to—

“Bakugou.”

“Like I’m not experienced or whatever but I know what I’m doing it doesn’t have to be a weird thing or—

“Katsuki.”

His mouth is quick to close, eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment. “Katsuki,” you whisper, “I’m not worried about it. We can stop.” Your hands card through his hair, forehead falling lightly into his. He breathes heavily through his nose, eyes opening to meet yours. “I want to, eventually. Just, maybe not right now. But I dunno, I— I don’t want to stop.” You’re quick to press your lips to his again, content to let him set his own pace. You gasp in surprise when he grinds you back onto him, hands gripping his hair tighter. You rest your hands over his where they’re resting at your hips, sliding them under your skirt to rest against the bare skin. He moans at the action, warm hands gripping your bare skin to bring you down harder onto him.

“Fuck,” he moans, head falling back, “can feel how wet you are.” You whimper at his words, hips stuttering when he rests his thumb against your throbbing clit. “Is it good when I touch you here?” he whispers, thumb rubbing harsh circles over your covered heat. “Yes! Yes, Katsuki. You— you’re gonna make me cum.” He groans, lips attaching to your neck to nip at the skin. “C’mon, sweet girl. Cum for me.”

A tear falls from your eye as your high washes over you, hips bucking wildly at the intense pleasure. You fall against his chest as you come down, breaths heavy. “You okay?” he whispers, “Feel good?” You hum in approval, moving to peck his lips. “So good. We’re not done though, right? I still want to make you cum,” you say, grinding your hips over his throbbing member. Yeah, he thinks, maybe I am in love.

*Screaming to High Heavens*

Charming Killer: 5

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Pairing: Neteyam x reader

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR

Summary: Neteyam gets advice from his grandmother, has a brotherly bonding moment with Lo’ak and sulks about not being able to see you before he then meets an old friend at the asking of his mother. You get your wires crossed and deal with being sad

Warnings: none, very fluffy with Neteyam and fam with a lil angst for you (just being sad)

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N:  A lot to say sorry!

It is so incredible that not even a week ago I made a post thanking you all for 1k followers and as of rn I have 2,062! That is so many but you are all my little angels! THANK YOU! THANK EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU! You make me so happy to write and I am so fucking honoured to have so many amazing readers with me who like my work! I would give each of you a hug and a kiss if I could!

Now thank you all so much for waiting for me! I have had some great new changes in my life which sadly means I will now upload once or twice a week.

I am sorry but if your tag has been on my list for four times or more (from now on) and your tag isn’t working, I am going to remove it because there are other ppl who I wanna put in! This doesn’t mean you aren’t welcome to read it’s just there are over 180 ppl on the list (and growing) and I’m trying to retain a lil control. (four CONSECUTIVE strikes and you’re out but don’t worry you can asked to be added again and I will try again)

I wanna thank laylasbunbunny for your ideas! They messaged me some theories and ideas and I honestly lapped them up so thank you (also soz I didn’t ask to use them) Layla is an amazing thinker and helped pull me out of a tiny slump I was in <3

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SOMETHING IN THE WATER : TODOROKI SHOUTO x READER

SUMMARY: As a future marine biologist, you’ve scored big on your final internship: a summer in the tropics, researching the waters off the coast of a lush, sunny island. But what you thought would be all beach days and piña coladas turns out to be the revelation of a lifetime when you haul in a handsome merprince, and discover not everything in these waters is quite as it seems. NOTES: Part of the Teahouse server's mermay collab!! Now with incredible art (and an extra extremely cute one!!) from the deeply talented @honehonn3honey, and more amazing art by the immensely gifted @thepleasurablemushu. Special thanks to @procrastination-artist and @imptbusiness for consulting on some of the biology concepts, and to @ofmermaidstories, the OG mermaid princess, for working through the plot with me and being my #1 cheerleader. Love you!! TAGS/WARNINGS: mermaid au, interspecies relationships, mating rituals/courting behavior, (sort of) case fic, aged up characters, eventual smut, fem pronouns/afab reader LENGTH: est. 27k, STATUS: ONGOING

CHAPTERS:

part i

part ii

part iii

part iv

part v

part vi

part vii (eta tbd)

part viii (eta tbd)

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RETURN - PT 1

summary: five years ago he left you. left you alone with nothing but memories of your love. so how dare he come back now?

contents: 1.5k words, fem!omaticaya reader, angst, swearing

authors note: AHHHH first chapter i'm so excited to post this guys!! thankuu to all my mooties that helped me brew this series

Nothing could ever surmount to the despair you felt that day. The day he looked into your weeping eyes, looked right into your aching soul, and told you he was leaving.

Leaving. You begged him to take you with him. Pleaded with his pained expression to let you stay with him. To take you with him. To walk every journey together.

But he didn’t. He shook his head, pursing his lips that have kissed you for the last time. Crossing his arms that embraced you for the last time. He said no. One simple word that crushed your entire self.

“It won’t be safe, I can’t take you from the forest, this is your home.” No. No he was your home! He was your everything. The last face you look at when you say goodnight to the day left behind you. The one you would run to, so you could tell him everything good and bad. The man you imagined your entire life to be with.

That same man who was running from his home, to never return back to you.

You pleaded with him, crashing onto your knees, wrapping your arms around his torso. Crying into him as you begged to accompany him. How could he leave you? How could he have the heart to tear out yours.

“Y/N…let go.” His deep voice ring deep in your ears. You knew he was talking about your physical grip on him. But it felt so much deeper. Let go. Let go of us. Let go of everything we ever were. Let go of me.

You shook your head desperately, hands still clinging to his body. The rough soil beneath you cutting into your knees but no cut would ever be as deep as the one he had laid into your soul.

It was as if the hands he took to pry your frail body off him were the daggers that were slicing up your heart. Leaving wounds so deep they would never heal. How could you ever heal from this?

You looked up at him, tears letting his cheeks dampen, his face showing nothing but grief as he met your hurt eyes.

“I have to go…Y/N you know I have to.” You did. You knew you had no say in this. Your words were insignificant to begin with.

His figure crouched down in front of you. Wiping the salty tears that stained your cheeks. He saw the way your chin quivered as he caressed your beautiful face.

A salty, sweet kiss was the last one you ever shared with him. A kiss you both cried into, gripping onto each other knowing it was the last time. It was bittersweet. To share a moment so close together only to be ripped apart.

All that connected you both was memories. Memories that now serve you nothing but hurt.

Five years had passed. Five dreadful years.

You were now a 20 year old woman. Adorned with your Hometree bow and the physique of a fit warrior. Though no amount of time could ever heal the cuts he left so deep in you.

For the first year, you were nothing but a shell. Never eating, never sleeping. You simply existed. Which was a chore to do without him.

You wished nothing but to stop existing. To stop experiencing every bit of sadness, every bit of grief. To stop mourning the loss of the only man you could ever love.

Tears were your most worn accessory, no one ever daring to tell you they looked bad. Too scared to send you spiralling even more than you already had.

Though, those times you spent rocking in your hammock. Looking at the stars that lit up the night sky, those cuts that ran deep within you, the cuts that caused so pain. They started to seep.

Started to seep blood red rage.

How could he ever have left you? Was he so selfish to not think of the effect this would have on you? Did he simply not care?

How was the one time he decided to act selfishly be the time wounded the one who loved him most? To be so selfish, to claim he would be keeping you safe.

Safe to what? The sky-people that reigned free through your planet. Constantly on the verge of war to aliens that had no consideration for your people. Just like he had no consideration for your heart.

You wanted to hate him. You wanted to hate him so bad, that every memory of him would fade into a blood red image of evil. That every memory would turn into a disgusting thought of a disgusting man.

You wanted to hate him with every fibre in your body. But you couldn’t.

Maybe that’s when everything stopped looking so blood red. When everything dulled out. Nothing mattered, he would never come back.

So with a tainted heart and an aching soul, you accepted that you would never experience the love of your mate every again. Never feel his touch, hear his voice, smell his scent, taste his kisses. You would never be with him.

That’s were Va’tep entered into your life. Barging into your knocked down walls and building a crappy foundation.

Va’tep, Tarsem’s younger brother. One year your elder. A fierce warrior, a man who refused to lose, a man who claimed what was his. And to him, you were his.

Your parents always longed for status. To be high up in the clan. You were their golden ticket, finding your way into the heart of Toruk Makto’s eldest son. They rejoiced in your heart’s residence, rejoiced in the fact that you fulfilled their one wish. They were your number one advocate. Pushing you to train for your rite of passage ever since you became closer with the boy. They worked every inch of their being towards the union between the pair of you.

But the hard work washed away as fast as the waterfall plunged.

Washing away all your dreams, your happiness, your meaning. It washed away your parent’s status, Va’tep being the life guard that pulls them out of the strong currents.

Nothing could ever amount to him though. Your heart resided with someone else as your body laid with his. You felt yourself fill with shame every time you shared a touch. A shiver of disgust running down your entire body. Breaking the vow of your love towards the boy who broke you.

“Where’s your head at beautiful?” That was what he called you. Beautiful. His voice would never be as sweet as his. Never send the right shivers through you.

Va’tep’s calloused hands caressed your cheek, so rough it felt as if he was dragging you with his touch. Everything he did was rough. Rough like the soil you pleaded on.

Maybe this was Eywa laughing in your face. Giving you a man so opposite to the man you craved so desperately. Even after 5 years, Eywa would never let you forget those memories.

Shrugging his hands off your body, he let out a low hiss. One that showed his offence towards your actions. A hiss so quiet, it would only be heard if you cared. But you didn’t. Something else was clouding your mind, taking your attention away from him. And it wasn’t just your past lover.

You made your way towards the growing crowd of people that formed around the entrance of Hometree. Va’tep’s calls after you were silenced by the gasps and whispers of your people that were creating confusion that bubbled in your stomach.

Pushing yourself to the front of the crowd, definitely stepping on the feet of others. You looked for the source of the commotion. Ears perking up and eyes squinting to find the one thing people were gawking at.

Though now as you look towards the source, you wish you minded your business. Everything was coming back. Every emotion, every curse, every thought, every tear. They all fell on top of you, crushing your soul as you let out a small whimper in fear.

The source was making its way towards you. No. No. NO. This can’t happen. This cannot be happening. Feet stumbling as you paced backwards, avoiding looking straight ahead.

Dread filled your entire being. Filling it from your toes until it felt as if it would spill out of you, gurgling in the pits of your stomach. No. No. NO.

Crashing into the back of a person, you were forced to halt your escape. Frozen in shock as you looked at the man who had broken your heart and given it back to you.

Lips quivering, tears pooling in your eyes. He reached his hands towards you. How could he come back? Why was he back? This is all some sort of sick dream. A nightmare.

“My beautiful girl.” His voice was deeper, still so sweet it would cause a cavity. It enticed you. You had been without his voice for so long.

So long…because he left you. Because he was cruel and selfish.

Shaking your head profusely, just like you did that dreaded day. Your hands shook as you pointed at him, an accusatory finger aimed at him as your mind swirled.

“I’m here now.” He should have never left, he should have NEVER left. What a sick fuck. To come back expecting open arms when all you wanted was to never have your arms leave him. “Beautiful? What is it?”

“I am not your beautiful, Neteyam.”

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