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This artwork is so cute! I love him so much! My favorite drama king. 👑

blushing boy

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40 year old Bakugou who’s back is aching from a long double shift, but you look to pretty to resist so he makes you ride him on the couch.

#hm this is a problem #I think I have a thing for older men #bakugo x reader #sigh #I needed this today.

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No, no, because listen. I would be the same way as Katsuki. Genuinely. There are some chores that need to be done or I WILL have a meltdown. Don’t worry pretty boy, I’ll have the dishes done, laundry folded, and the floors vacuumed by the time your back. 🥰 because SAME.

izuku "just tell me what chlres need to be done" midoriya vs bakugo "if the dishes are left in the sink I'll have a meltdown " katsuki

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👀

my favourite day, no consequences

cw: no gender mentioned for reader, angst, time loop, denki yearning, fluff — unedited, sfw, but MDNI. I know the time loop thing is unoriginal and has been done way before me, probably executed better, but I still wanted to write this little excerpt and share it anyway. inspired by the songs ‘my favourite day’ by fickle friends and ‘still feel like your man’ by john mayer as a little reference at the end.

at first, not being able to move past on was frustrating. it felt like torture. bittersweet and painful, it almost felt wrong to enjoy the moments with you when tomorrow was supposed to be it. d-day. the end.

the day he failed you.

but with each reset, replaying the events of his last day with you before he lost you, he learned to let go. to stop trying to change the future. with every redo that he tried to convince you to make a change or warn you, to not go to work tomorrow or to avoid this part of town, it always wound up being useless when he woke up at the start all over again, all his attempts futile.

it was meaningless. his message would never get to tomorrow, because he was stuck on today.

again and again and again.

one moment you were shimmying in closer, whispering goodnight, and the next you were gone, awake early to surprise him with breakfast — no longer much of a surprise since it was his new routine.

but for as long as this lasted, he could always surprise you.

the way your face lit up when he announced you should stay home all day and watch movies and make snacks and turn off your phones would never get old.

“but denki. you can’t just call off work last minute for that.” you try and pout, playing like you’re against the idea. and you are, he knows that. you’re so good, always thinking of others. thinking of him. “you’ll get into trouble.”

“i’ll deal with the consequences tomorrow.”

the tomorrow that never came. and good riddance, he thought, because as tedious as it was to hear you rehearse those same words in the beginning, it was also familiar, comforting, looked forward to. as long as he kept waking up to your knee in his side, he was living the dream.

and maybe it was just a dream, but he would appreciate it while he had it all the same.

instead of worrying about consequences he may or may not have to face someday, when the loop ran itself out and he got spat out on the other side of today, he’d concern himself with reality tomorrow. he would concern himself with the rest of everything when the world forced him to. for now, he was too busy loving you, and from what he could recall of today, nothing bad happens. nothing major, nothing detrimental to his team not having him be there on patrol. nothing somebody else couldn’t handle.

shit hits the fan, but that’s tomorrow, and he has lost count of how many times he’s woken up to today, tomorrow both a distant memory and an impending doom. tomorrow is going to be the worst day of his life, but it’s today again, and he’s gotten comfortable. gotten used to expecting breakfast in bed and a slow wake up with you by his side.

he doesn’t want to think about when the loop will end because he’s been so focused on trying to rewire the past that he forgot to take in the little things he missed. the things he loved. the way your knee digs into his ribs when you join him in bed to share the first meal of the day. the way your lips taste like sweet apricot jam. the sound of your laugh.

it’s funny how he thought he knew you so well but hearing you again, in person and not on a recording, he didn’t realise how much of you would fall loose in his brain. how much he would misremember you as some perfect something he lost hold of.

your fingers locked with his. the weight of your head on his shoulder. the way you kiss goodnight, so tender and full of a love he thinks is the type you only get one chance at. a love you only find once in a lifetime.

he’s only lucky he gets to love you twice. doesn’t know how he got so lucky.

one thing he hadn’t forgotten, though, was the smell of your shampoo in the evening. he kept it in his shower, the spill down the side just as you left it. the hair caught in the cap. he didn’t use it, afraid to run it out and lose another part of you, but often—nightly—he would open the cap and breathe in the soft notes of the soap to pretend like you were still around. still showering together. still washing your hair back to back with him, as long as he didn’t turn around.

but now you were there, hogging the water so he wouldn’t have to pretend, letting just the spray hit his back until he needed to break the fantasy and wash out the drying soap from his scalp and get some sleep. he didn’t need to hold on to pieces. fragments. memories. he didn’t beed to miss you. not today.

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Honestly. Without my glasses I don’t see shit. My glasses have BECOME my eyes.

I am looking neither respectfully nor disrespectfully. I gaze without recognition of your form, and without understanding.

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Wait, wait, WAIT, let me tell you something, LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING.

Hot take:

Katsuki Bakugo is absolutely feral for goth chicks. Absolutely not a doubt it my mind. He’d commit felonies for his dream goth girl.

👀👀👀

#bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo mha #mha #Sweetie’s Thoughts 💭

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Honestly, I don’t know why, but I am currently in LOVE with the idea of Bakugo liking a student in the support department. But like a mechanic.

He needed upgrades to his support gear and wandered in one lazy afternoon and saw them there. Working away on a motorcycle or a four-wheeler. The oil smeared on their face, torso, and arms. Some soot mixed with sweat from an explosion that had taken place earlier. Strong arms that ripple with muscle as they pull at a ratchet on one of the bolts. They look up and lock eyes and they smile at him. Getting up and asking Katsuki what he needs. But he’s speechless for a moment. For someone who hates filth, he love the look of someone hard at work. That’s when he fell. He’d randomly pop in to see them, and as time flew by he would grow closer to them. Soon helping along side the new projects they’d have. Maybe he’d even be slightly turned on as they were bent over the engine of a car, working away inside the hood. Skin exposed and sweat dripping down the nape of their neck. Calloused hand waiting for him to put the next tool in their scarred up appendage.

Ugh! I want this. I really like the idea of the name Tinker Bell if it was a girl. At first the name was supposed to be mocking but then it just ended up being a cute name. Sigh, wouldn’t it be nice.

#Sweetie’s Thoughts 💭 #bakugo x reader #katsuki x you #katsuki bakugo mha

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I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook

I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat. 

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in the moments right after sex, where the tingles that run through your bodies have fizzled to nothing, and your breathing has slowed back to normal, back to rest - that's when katsuki is at his most quiet and pensive.

you wonder how he still manages to have the strength in his arms and legs to carry you - you're boneless, fucked through thoroughly until your body shook down to your core - but he scoops you up from the bed effortlessly.

aftercare, he calls it. you can imagine you've already done that just moments ago, with his fingers trailing gently down the length of your arms as you wrap them around him and inhale his scent, your nose pressed into his chest.

but somehow that isn't enough. ever benevolent, he gives you still more, drawing a bath as you wait, sitting atop the closed toilet. minutes later, and you're soaked into the tub with him, the wafting scents of citrus and chamomile attempting to soothe you into a night rest.

water sloshes as your arms wade in small movements; his fingers massage your scalp tenderly and shampoo suds drip out of your hair along your shoulders. his hands soon follow, massaging what he can, relaxing you outward to match the inward. you sigh into his hold, and he kisses the side of your temple.

"like the princess treatment you're getting?" he says, gruffly. playfully he nips at your earlobe, before his right arm wraps around your chest from behind and pulls you close.

you sigh, letting your body slip further into the comfort of his body and the warmth of the drawn bath.

"couldn't ask for more."

#listen listen #I know what I said about this man’s #and how unkind he can be #but this genuinely seems like something he’d do #I love him and he can do no wrong #please draw me a bath and massage my scalp #I will purr like a cat and be on cloud nine 🥹 #daydreams: bnha

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But then imagine the ending of the night. He’d make sure you got home safely after you’d had a few more drinks. Maybe he’d even grumble a little bit in his usual Bakugo manner. But he wouldn’t be able to stop glancing at you. Taking in the smell of your perfume. The way your tired eyes were glossy, blinking back sleepy tears. The way your outfit had been coronated to a theme and color. He’d walk you to the door, staring shamelessly at your lips, then finally lock lips with you, the very thing he craved all night long. It’s just a sweet gentle kiss, passionate, but innocent. The light brushing on lips that has him on cloud nine. Then he’d be replaying the moment when he got home in his own bed. Smiling ear to ear like a goon. Pressing his fingers to his lips and seeing the sparkles stick to his digits left for your lipgloss. ❤️

“you know, your eyes kinda resemble a ruby.” you slurred your words. your chin rested in the palm of your hand, elbow digging in the table below you.

bakugou snorted, his eyes never wavering from yours. “what made you think of that shit?”

you lifted your shoulders, quickly dropping them.

“do i need a reason?”

“to be thinking about nonsense? yes.” he answered his own question. his response caused an eye-roll out of you.

you grabbed the small glass in front of you, finishing the shot you set down earlier to save for later.

“that’s your fifth shot of the night.” bakugou intercepted the silence. he sat upright in his chair, his arms folded across his chest.

you gulped the remains of the liquor, swiping your tongue across the bottom of your lip.

“and you’re on your what? like second?” you remarked.

bakugou wasn’t a drinker. everyone knew that. he preferred to be sober, always offering to be the designated driver whenever the group wanted to have a night of fun.

but tonight was his pro-hero debut party. all of his friends and old schoolmates were there, so he figured if he were to drink, tonight was the perfect time.

also, who was he to decline having a drink with a pretty girl?

his eyes glanced at your now wet lips which unfortunately didn’t go unnoticed from you. “two is plenty.”

you leaned forward, reaching your hand towards bakugou’s shirt. your fingers grazed the top button of his shirt. slowly, you unfastened it. “there’s nothing wrong with having a little fun, katsuki.”

due to the sudden proximity, he could smell the alcohol coming from your breath, but he couldn’t bring himself to resist your actions.

you continued to the second button. “take this time to relax.” you raised your hands once more, your fingers now grazing his neck to uncuff the collar of his shirt.

now, you leaned away from him, returning to your previous position. “now you look like a man that’s ready for the night.”

bakugou dropped his shoulders and leaned back in his chair, turning his head sideways. he couldn’t refuse the blush that was coming onto his face nor could he hide it. he knew you were staring right into his soul. he was also aware that you loved to tease him like that.

“unhinged. i swear you are.” was the only thing bakugou could muster.

ever since he’s known you from u.a, you were always that daring girl who was so unpredictable. there was never a dull moment with you.

but that was also what made you so dangerous for him.

a laugh parted your lips. “been called worse.”

“bullshit.” he called it, looking into your eye once again. “like what?”

“irresponsible,” you started count on your fingers.

“i can see it.” bakugou shared his input.

“arrogant,”

he rolled his eyes, “heard my fair share of that one too.”

“impulsive,”

“accurate.”

“provocative.”

bakugou moved his head in a notion like he was deciding between two things. “nah.”

you furrowed your brow, squinting your eyes in confusion. “what is that supposed to mean?”

“provocative sounds like a slutty word.” he simply responded. “i think you know you’re attractive, and you know how to use it to your advantage. not a bad thing at all.”

you paused for a moment, your lips parting from shock. a small grin began to form on your face. “did bakugou katsuki just call me attractive?”

the male scoffed, “don’t act like this is news to you. ‘m sure you heard it plenty times before.” he brushed it off.

“just didn’t think you of all people would willingly say that.”

bakugou chuckled to himself. he raised his finger in the air, indicating for the server assigned to your table to bring him another drink.

“unlike you, not everyone needs five shots of liquor in their system to confess something.” undoubtedly, it was shot taken at her, one that you couldn’t refuse the growing smile on your face.

“oh? since when did you decide to get so bold?”

“someone’s actions tend to rub off on me.”

“they must be foolish.”

once again, bakugou’s ruby eyes lowered to your lips. undeniable. how could his heart ever stand a chance when you treat him this way? did you not understand he loved a challenge?

“yeah, an irresistible fool.”

“please, i’m anything but a fool.”

“don’t flatter yourself; who said i was talking about you?” he opted to lie.

you leaned forward slightly, “with the amount of times you keep staring at my lips, it’s not hard to notice it’s taking everything in you to resist me.” your voice lowered in volume, for his ears to catch only. “therefore, irresistible.”

bakugou took his time to respond, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a smirk. “this must be that arrogant side of yours coming out.”

“one, not necessarily arrogance if it’s true. two, i’m attractive and i know how to use it to my advantage.” you recited his own words.

“this something you do with all your flings?”

you gave him a playful confused look. “do what?” intentionally, your voice had an innocent tone to it.

“drink with them. tease ‘em. nearly undress them. flirt with them in front of an audience?” bakugou could feel his patience slipping. like a sand hourglass, only a few grains left at the top waiting to fall to the bottom.

it had to have been from the shots that made him so precariously bold. but he couldn’t walk away. not when he has you in the palm of his hands— maybe even the other way around.

you propped your elbow on the table once more, cupping your own cheek. you gazed at bakugou through your lashes.

“if i had other flings, you think i’d be here with you all night?”

“don’t know. good question actually.” purposely, he played stupid.

you paused. “there are no others,” you knew that was the answer he was searching for. luckily for him, you didn’t mind giving it to him. “just you.”

bakugou nodded slowly, basking in the information. he could feel his heart flutter from the confession, a huge wave of relief washing over him.

“good. was startin’ to think you were actually considering the guy over at the bar.” of course, bakugou plays it off as a joke. even with the small liquor in his system, it was still difficult for him to admit his true feelings.

but you were fine with it. because even with the guard he pretends to have up, you can feel even with the slightest touch how much he cares for you. bakugou may be loud, cheeky, maybe a bit conceited, but he wasn’t a good liar. you always saw through his facade no matter what lies he decided to spew.

you scoff. “oh, shut up.” you fight a smile. “the guy at the bar doesn’t have the ruby eyes i like so much.”

“here you go with this stupid shit.”

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i ’d do anything to flirt with katsuki late at night, both of us tipsy. god please im beggin

#awe this is so sweet! #katsuki bakugo mha #cute fluff

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controversial but if you are going to give that man a happy trail, might as well give him some chest hair. some armpit hair. arm hair. leg hair

#honestly though #so real for this #drives me NUTS when a character in anime has NO body hair #like come on 😭 #armpit and leg hair especially

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if you receive this, you make somebody happy! go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. if you get one back, even better! 💕

Awe! That’s so kind! I love seeing this little chain of love going around. ❤️

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tell me about the selfship that brings you the most joy right now: what was the first thing they bought for you? was it something sentimental for your birthday or christmas, or something small like a drink or your favourite treat? was it thoughtful and intentional, or just friendly? do you still have it or a reminder of it?

Ugh! When I tell you, I imagine my favorite selfship with Katsuki Bakugo is him being mean to me. 😫 But hear me out.

I am a tea fanatic, actually scratch that, I’m a tea snob. So I honestly imagine this man bullying me about my tea collection. All fancy loose leaf teas, tea pots, tea cups, and recipes for tea cakes. He’ll yell at me about hoarding tea and buying more before I’ve finished the others. But, I imagine walking with this man on a cold winter night, the pretty glow of dressed up lamp posts and big, fat, snowflakes falling in our hair and on our clothes. Hot puffs of breath visible in the air while we chat about our winter plans. But we happen to walk by a shop, and it has the most beautiful tea set collection. I can’t pull my eyes away as I look at the intricate design of holly berries and swirls on the bone porcelain. It’s a dainty little set and perfect for the holidays to host people. But with the words ringing through my mind of already owning a tea set, we walk by the shop, trudging on through the cold winter weather. But it doesn’t go unnoticed by Katsuki, as he watches the way my eyes sparkle and how I can’t stop thinking about it. So he goes back without me at some point and buys the set for a pretty penny. Opening the gift on Christmas Day filled with joy as he looks smug as I pull it out.

“I love it…. thank you.”

And he’d simply nod and grunt, but his eyes would speak all the words I needed. 😩 that, that my dear is the dream. He’d honestly be so observant too. I love this question, thank you for asking ❤️❤️❤️

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A/N: Honestly, I don’t completely agree with the posts that say Bakugo is gentle dating you, but I will agree he has a soft spot. So here’s my take on that.

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader fluff, small head-canons?

Katsuki is very much is in love with you, but still is rough on the outside. He’s prickly, grumpy, and loud. But you know he loves you.

He has nicknames that are still a little rude but specially picked in his own way. The nickname might come off condescending, but it’s a double edged sword. Because in his heart he associates it with something very sweet.

Nicknames like “Chipmunk!” Because he likes how you puff out your cheeks like one. Or “Butterfingers” because of your clumsy self, but secretly he loves it. “Crybaby” because you’re too sensitive about topics but in reality he loves the way your eyes sparkle and your lashes become thick and wet from fat tears.

If you duel with him or want to wrestle, he doesn’t play nice and sure as hell won’t let you win. Because that’s just Katsuki. But he loves watching you struggle and sweat trying to pin him to the floor. Chuckling as you puff out hot hair, face beet red, and hair sporadically tangled on your face. He’ll let out a hearty chuckle shortly followed by saying “Dumbass.”

If you chew at your nails or pick at your fingers he’ll call it and you ‘disgusting’. It’ll hurt your feelings at first but he sees it as a bad habit that takes away from your pretty hands and it’s unclean. Same goes for if you leave dishes to ‘soak’ or leave dirty clothes on the ground. He’ll swat you with a broom if he finds you walking around with shoes indoors.

He’s not very good with words of affirmation. In fact, he stinks at it. But he’s good with acts of service and sometimes physical touch. I imagine growing up the Bakugo’s showed their love through acts of service and harsh words, so it’s only natural it’s his love language too. If he finds you crying, it’ll make him uncomfortable to try to comfort you. He’s awkward, stiff, and struggles to sound sweet. Instead he cooks a hot meal and draws a bath for you, waiting with a steamed towel. When you thank him he’ll respond with a grunt and nod.

He might not be very kind to you or others nor be very graceful with words, but he’s protective. Only he can say shit about you. Only he can bully and condescend you because he doesn’t really mean it. If anyone else dares to fuck with you, they won’t live to see tomorrow. He’s a man who sticks to a promise, and his threats will be carried through. In some regards he’ll be overprotective. He doesn’t like you walking outside alone and sticks close to you at a bar.

Last but not least, when it’s just you both alone and the moment is tender, he truly is sweet. It’s not very often you see it, but that’s why it’s so special. Pulling you into his lap, nuzzling into your neck. Quiet and gentle whispers tickling your ear. It’s so out of character for him but this is the sweet boy hiding away at the core of his soul. Nothing sexual, no strings attached, just wanting to spend time with you and be vulnerable. And when I say it is just the two of you, it is. No windows, no person able to walk in, no paparazzi snooping around. Just the two of you, no one else can see it but you.

#bakugo x reader #katsuki x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #headcanon #fluff #katsuki x y/n #bakugo aged up #bakugo katuski #katsuki bakugo mha #bakugo headcanons #Bakugo soft spot

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Late Night Games (18+)

Bakugou x F!Reader Pro hero, angst if you squint?

Word Count: 1.7k

Bakugou gets you a sex toy and can't stop thinking about it. Will his favorite cam girl be able to get you off his mind?

Bakugou scrolls through your shopping app lazily. His vision swims slightly as pictures of dildos and vibrators fly up the screen. It’s all part of the game — you landed on space to give someone else your phone and let them purchase a toy for you using your credit card, leaving the definition of ‘toy’ up to the buyer, all under a certain price of course. What wasn’t part of the game was him imagining what you would look like fucking yourself with it; the glow flushing your cheeks as your back arches, the wanton moan that would leave your lips.

“Bakugou, hurry up,” you pout and tip some more of Kaminari’s electric purple concoction — his signature drink for the evening — into your mouth. “How hard is it?”

Hard enough. He ignores the slight tightening in his pants. Shifting, he hopes you didn’t notice the ever-growing bulge. “All this shit’s expensive. Does it have to be $20?”

“That’s what it says, man,” Kirishima smirks. His thumb and forefinger harden long enough to pop the top off his beer. 

“This game is stupid,” Bakugou grumbles. He scrolls faster. To be honest, he hadn’t been looking at the prices — he’d been too busy thinking of you; someone he wants but can’t have. Someone who only visits him in the quiet hours of the night as he drifts off to sleep, your phantom hand wrapped around his own as he tries to envision you jacking him off. Someone he won’t let himself have.

No, you’re not meant for his life. The lights, the scrutiny, the questions he’s learned to block out. You’re a sweet thing and he won’t ruin you that way. 

His attention returns to your phone in his hand. A bright orange vibrator with a black X at the base. His own product. He’d hated the thought of selling out and slapping his name on a fucking sex toy, but it’d taken off and made it possible for him to put a down payment on a penthouse near his work. Now though, he thinks of you pumping his product in and out of yourself. And that makes it all worth it.

It’s a little more than the game says — $80 more to be precise, but he can cover this purchase. No one will know.

“It’s done,” he says and closes your phone. “No peeking.”

“You’re no fun,” you playfully pout, but you tuck your phone away. “Who’s next? Ochako?”

Bakugou sinks back into the couch, the rush of you wearing off. He half watches as Ochako rolls and lands on a space saying she has to give the person to her right, Kirishima, a ten second lap dance. Both their cheeks are brighter by the end of it, but Bakugou can’t find it in himself to join Mina and Sero in heckling them.

He lasts another half hour before abruptly standing and excusing himself.

In his stupor, he goes through the motions of getting himself home, not really paying attention to anyone around him. His penthouse is cool and quiet — everything he needs after a day of loud action. 

Bakugou sits in front of his computer and stares at the monitor. You’re still on his mind, and as much as he tries, he can’t get the fantasy of you writhing around his cock out of his head. His fingers fly to a website he’s visited countless times before. A site where he found an angel of a cam girl whose voice reminds him of yours if he doesn’t focus on it too hard and he can pretend that it’s you on the other side of the screen in lingerie teasing him.

Disappointment greets him as her schedule says she’s away for the next couple of days. 

He sits there for a moment, fatigue from the day settling in around him like a wet blanket. Maybe it’s for the best that he goes to bed instead of shelling out money to be the top contributor on yet another stream.

Three days later

Bakugou steps out of the bathroom, steam pouring out around him. A few droplets of water roll down his chest. Today had been a shitshow. Not only did he accidentally destroy a load bearing wall of a building that housed a law firm, his patrol partner called out sick and he was stuck with some rando rookie. The boss called it a ‘mentorship’ opportunity. The only thing he managed to mentor the rookie in was how to piss off your boss and the most powerful law firm in the city, and how to stand tall while everyone yelled at him.

He needs to relax and he needs to relax now.

Pulling on a comfy pair of sweats, he sits at his computer and opens the desk drawer. With all the reverence of a religious ceremony, he sets a bottle of lube and tissues on his desk, and pulls on his top-of-the-line headset. He’d paid a premium once he’d found his favorite cam girl so he could all but inject her voice into his body.

With her show about to start, and Bakugou preps himself.

“Hey everyone,” her sultry voice caresses his ears, “Sorry I was gone for so long.” Soft black lace cups her breasts and hangs low on her hips. She runs her hands up and down her sides, nails dragging on the fragile fabric.

New lingerie Angel? Bakugou types out and attaches a generous donation. Time to put the fucking extras watching in their place. Her red lips curl into a smile. Only he gets to call her Angel.

“Good to see you Number One,” she says. Hearing his screen name and nickname as her top contributor for over two years fall from her lips shoots right to his cock. “I did get some new pieces I can’t wait to show off over the next couple shows. And that’s not the only thing.” She leans over, giving the camera a close up shot of her cleavage.

Bakugou slowly pumps his cock at the sight. If he let his mind wander enough, he could pretend it was your chest. He’d tear the lace off effortlessly and run his hands over you, coaxing your nipples into stiff peaks and leave you wanting – begging – for more.

Settling back on her pale pink blanket, she brings a slim box up to her microphone and taps manicured nails against it.

“I recently came into possession of a new toy as well,” she says sweetly. “Haven’t even unboxed it yet, but I don’t know if we’re ready for that yet.” Her smile falls into a practiced pout as she sets the box down out of view. Donations flood in, all begging her to show it off and use it.

He gets it. This is how she makes money. But their small voices aren’t going to be the ones to get her to do it. 

C’mon Angel, show us what ya got? He doubles his previous donation. The corner of her mouth ticks up.

“Since you asked so nicely,” she says and holds the box up to the camera, “I got the latest Dynamight vibrator. I heard this is modeled after the man himself.” She continues talking while she unboxes it, but Bakugou can’t hear her over the ringing in his ears. 

What were the chances that you and his favorite cam girl got the same vibrator he had bought you? Yours should’ve arrived today, and if… No. No, there’s no way… But…

His fingers fly across the keyboard. Get that today Angel?

She stops running her fingers up the bright orange shaft and smiles. “I did! It arrived an hour ago and I knew I needed to bring it tonight.”

No.

With shaky hands, he picks up his phone and types a message. All he needs to do is hit send. If he’s mistaken, he can play it off. But if he’s right… fuck.

[Bakugou]    >> Angel?

He watches his computer monitor. His favorite cam girl, the one he chose for her voice and the fantasy she could give him, the one who was a replacement for the girl he really wants, freezes. Her playful smile turns brittle.

Fuck.

“I’m sorry loves,” she says quickly, “There’s an emergency, but I’ll be back tomorrow, and maybe I’ll stay on extra late, just for you.” Her camera goes dark. Donations fly in, all begging her to come back, asking what happened. 

Bakugou stares, icy dread slithering down his spine.

[Private Audience Requested from Angel]

He shouldn’t have said anything. He could have pretended not to have noticed the similarities. He could’ve been halfway to heaven with his fist wrapped around his cock.

Nevertheless, he accepts the incoming call, well aware that his account is getting charged for what would no doubt be an unpleasant conversation. 

His Angel sits in front of the camera, covered up in a gray hoodie.

“Number One,” she says, all sexy energy gone from her voice. “Turn on your camera.”

Don’t have it He types back.

“Bullshit,” she crosses her arms, “I know you do. You’ve bought enough private shows from me. I’ve seen your cock as you jack yourself off. Turn on your fucking camera.”

Reluctantly, Bakugou does. He keeps it angled to show below his neck. 

“Show me your face.” It’s not a request. 

Show me yours.

“You know I don’t show more than my mouth.”

Then I’m not showing mine

Her mouth, the one Bakugou has imagined wrapped around his length, thins into a disapproving frown. “Well, Number One, then you’ll have to find someone else to shower with your donations.”

Block. She means to block. And she’ll block any other account he makes too. She’d know it’s him — he’s incapable of not being first, being the most prominent person in a room, throwing his money around.

WAIT

He leans forward and scrambles for his camera. Tilting it to his face, he almost feels embarrassed for how he looks in the preview on his end. Panicked. Fearful. Shame.

“Bakugou.” His Angel’s camera tilts up too to see a black and gold mask he’s caught glimpses of before. She removes the mask, and Bakugou watches your face stare back at him, just as pained as he is. 

Silence.

There’s too much silence as you stare at each other. 

He shakily types what could very well be his final message and sends it. So what now?

A/N: no part 2 bb

[rebee-sweetie]

the sudden thought of bakugou katsuki sending an audio to his s/o while at the gym, where he speaks IN BETWEEN GASPS AND GRUNTS AND EVEN GROWLS BECAUSE OF THE AMOUNT OF WEIGHT HE'S LIFTING WHILE ALSO TALKING ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE FOR DINNER AND SUGGESTING MEALS OR PLEACES TO GO IF YOU WANT AND THEN HE SAYS, "Ugh... whatever you... mmh... want, baby, it's yours..." AND HE EXHALES FUCKING SEXILY AS THE SOUND OF THE WEIGHT DROPPING IS HEARD.

— I'M DYING HELP.

#sorry daddy? shit sorry daddy? fuck! #speak to me with that gruff voice #damn that’s hot

[rebee-sweetie]

walk with me here:

seeing boyfriend bakugou hard at work in your kitchen and being unable to resist a drive-by butt pinch, cooing "my cute little stay-at-home wife," and then suffering the consequences