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archonsabyss · 8 months

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╰─..✶. [ My Love Mark ]

❒ pairing: (aged-up) bakugou x fem!reader

❒ genre: fluff! smut nsfw [mdni]!

❒ warnings: swearing! hickeys! katsuki accidentally leaves a burn imprint on your hip? idk if that's how it works or whtv but yeh

❒ wc: 1.5k

─❒ authors note: inspired [reel]. too lazy to read over it again to check for mistakes. WRITING IS SELF INDULGENT isn't it🤭

Bundled sheets are crinkled between his rough and scarred fingers. His grip is tight and unrelenting as the pleasure builds to new heights from the persistent snapping of his hips and the way you tighten around him. Katsuki's ragged breathing and drunken words of assertion whisper seductively into your ear as he forces your body to keep up with him; as he demands you stay with him as he loses himself.

"Slow down... Ka-Katsuki" You plead through whimpering stutters.

"No" He'd snap back almost immediately, raising his head to glance at your face that twists and contorts in minor discomfort hidden beneath the face of pleasure with every small movement he makes, and he's so beyond enamoured by the way your brows furrow when your diluted pupils' peak at him through lidded eyes before rolling back as he rubs himself back and forth against you. His eyes soften at the sight of your responsive reaction, and the sweat accumulates on your face as you give yourself to him despite exhaustion.

In a split second, Katsuki's brought down to earth and he's shoving his cock deep inside you, settling firmly pressed up against your heaving chest as you fall numb against the mattress, encaged between his flexed arms and the warmth radiating from your entangled limbs.

"No" He repeats softer than the first time, his thumb brushing circles on your flustered cheeks. "Don't want to"

"Just need a sec- Kats" You reassure weakly, taking advantage of the steady pace he sets just to talk to you. "Just a sec"

"Fine" He huffs, "But 'm not pulling out"

You murmured a frail, 'okay', allowing your eyes to fall shut and your hands to slip from his hair and fall to the bed. Bakugou does not approve but he figures he can give you a second or two.

As you're recuperating, Bakugou's anxious and can't find it in himself to be completely still so he resorts to fidgeting with the sheets, only it doesn't do much as his restlessness continues to grow at an agitatingly fast rate. His tongue swipes across his teeth in a consecutive back-and-forth motion, clinking now and then as he looks for something to occupy his fidgetiness.

"Wanna move" He says and it hasn't even been two minutes.

"Can't keep up with you" You chuckled, looping your arms around his neck.

"Don't care" But his actions say otherwise as he does not attempt to move without your consent. Alas, he sighs and resorts to burying his face deeply in the crook of your neck where his lips press to your heated skin.

His hair lay in disarray at the top of his head with a few loose strands sticking to his forehead, and your hand finds comfort between the unruly locks attempting to salvage the mess.

"Yeah, fuck you make me crazy" He exhaled deeply with a glare burning into your neck. He's unable to comprehend the way you're making him feel and all you're doing is brushing your hands through his hair.

"S not fucking fair" He curses, smothering your neck and throat and shoulders with wet kisses and long-striding swipes of his tongue until it grows sensitive beneath his determination.

Katsuki shifts, starting up a slow but consistent pace with his cock burying between your walls, a replenished moan erupts from your throat and it deafens him; forcing him into a blinded state of bliss that he barely realizes the flickering of sparks beneath his hand and the way his nails dig deep into your hip, not even when you screech his name out between what he derives as a sultry moan and an aching groan. So far into his delusions that he doesn't acknowledge the way your hand grips his biceps for relief or the way your body curves upward against him, trying to wriggle out of his grip which only forces him deeper than he has ever been before.

With each breath that tugs from his lungs, Katsuki loses control.

A cloud of disbelief fogs his mind as he tries to understand how something he's done so many times before can only get better; can only feel so entirely new like it's the very first time you've been this intimate when the experience of his and your actions denote otherwise.

He swears incoherently into your ear until you utter his name between sobs, the safe word you've only used once before making its way out of your swollen lips.

Bakugou stops.

"Fuck" He mutters in panic, hooded eyes widening as his brows pinched into a frown.

"Sorry baby" He's apologizing wholeheartedly, cock twitching in desperate need of continuation but against his desires he pulls out, dragging a heavy breath from your chest as he does. His hands find their place on your cheeks and he's doing a quick once over your body, eyes landing on the reddened area where his hands before cupping your cheeks are imprinted on a bright shade of red.

"Fuck"

"Said that already" You chuckled, tears falling down your cheeks. "M'kay" You assured and you meant it. "Was a little shocked is all"

"Fuck..." He gruffly mutters at himself while brushing his thumb over the tender and sensitive skin causing you to flinch. "I'm gonna get ice"

As he says this, he's already pushing himself off you against your will and rushing to grab an ice pack stored in the freezer.

"Come back here, Katsuki" He hears you calling him just as he re-enters the room. The sound of his name pleading from your lips as you instantly miss his warmth and company exhilarates the organ pumping blood throughout his body.

The frown usually creasing his forehead is relieved and gone, and in place of it is an untroubled expression of relief and calmness.

There's an unwavering flicker of his tenderness and affection for you in the way his eyes trail across your naked body, his careful touch contrasting the aching of your joints and the pulsing of your pussy.

Katsuki's knees dig into the mattress when he gets onto the bed and you feel the weight dipping in its favour. The sight of his hovering figure above you then returns for a split second, all the time needed for him to press a kiss to your lips, your forehead, and lastly the area beneath your earlobe before his pulling away and placing the ice on the swelling pain on your side.

When the ice meets the fiery burn, you can't help the relieved sigh that escapes. And it arises a smudge of guilt in Katsuki that you're quick to assure, your hands placed on his shoulder and dragged up to his neck. "Lay with me"

He's tempted to refuse but how can he when it's what you both want. He glances at his hand that keeps the pack in place, "It's fine Kats, lay on your side next to me"

When it's just the two of you, Katsuki lets his guard down and is often quiet. He rarely speaks but somewhere between the lines he fills the silence. Everything that leaves your lips reaches his ears and pierces his thick skull and during those times, he reminded you of a puppy in a sense of loyalty, affection, and obedience. Katsuki is settled in the confinement of your home and thus he feels it a safe space to let the lovesick side of him show further and naturally, he allows it to take dominance.

His expression had never been softer. His touch had never been more careful. And the way he settles himself on top of you so mindful of your pain, he doesn't lay beside you and remains above you just more to the left away from where his lust took over and left its mark, regretfully stopping him from receiving end. Katsuki buries his head into the crook of your neck and latches his lips onto it like a starved man, tongue licking and flicking back and forth, teeth nipping, the wet sloppy noise of his actions echoing in your ears and drawing fast and heavy breathes from your chest again.

The night was far from over, but for now, he'd let you take a few minutes─ an hour to rest while he busied himself with dressing you in his marks. There were so many other things he could do for the time to pass and you didn't stop him as it began.

Pants draw from your chest as you comb your fingers through his dishevelled hair and linger them down his spine. This pulls a satisfied moan from Katsuki who embraces the gesture; the feeling of your nails scratching up and down his back as your chest rises and presses firmly against his chest before it falls and repeats. His hand adjusts the ice but he doesn't pull away, so content with the moment despite the little accident and not reaching his end. But he's certain if you keep this up, he'll cum in no time, and then he supposes he can give you maybe another hour to rest.

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archonsabyss · 9 months

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╰─..✶. [ A Heroes Sacrifice ]

❒ pairing: (aged-up) prohero!shoto x reader

❒ genre: angst with comfort! hint of fluffy angst!

❒ warnings: none

❒ wc: 1.1k

❒ authors note: random, unexpected oneshot that came to mind while I was on tiktok watching the MHA edits that filled my fyp 🧡

There is no better feeling than the feeling of Shotos arms embracing you from the back and gently pulling you against his chest. There is something so endearing in the way his touch carries the utmost delicacy when handling you, the way his shoulders sag the second he enters home, unburdening himself all of his stress and worries and responsibilities as the savior to everyone else but himself.

He goes looking in search of you like a child who seeks their mothers comfort, and he finds you in the kitchen cooking or in the bedroom folding laundry or the living room lazing on the couch. This time he finds you standing rigid behind the couch with your hands digging into it's backrest as you watch the news. And he wonders if this is what you look like every day and night when he's out saving the world.

Shoto walks toward you with silent steps and you're heart is rest assured when you feel his arms fit perfectly around your waist like they were meant to hold you. A relieved sigh heavs from your chest and your bulging eyes droop.

Shoto rests his chin on the top of your head, sometimes your shoulder and often it's simply because he needs your company whilst other times he's tired and in need of your presence and touch to help him replenish his energy.

Shoto inhales deeply and captures a subtle whiff of your shampoo and body spray mixing and he adores the smell because it's yours. If he stays there long enough eventually he'd end up with the same smell lingering on him and that too, he adores even more.

"Hi" His lowered tone would greet impassively, but the love reflecting in his eyes as you angle your head to look at him speaks volumes. His gaze contradicts the minimal expression in his voice and you smile up at him adoringly, turning around until your front is pressed up against his and your arms are looping around his waist and your head finds its home on his chest, ears tuning in to the love song of his heart dedicated to you.

"I miss you" He'd confess in a small voice as he hides in the crook of your neck.

Your fingers run through his hair, nails skimming across his scalp soothingly. There's the smallest of smiles breaking out on his lips and you feel it against your neck. "I miss you too" Is how you reply, expectedly. If only words could ever express the raw unending emotions that constantly filled your heart when you find your lover returning home to you every day and every night. No matter the situation, no matter the condition, you waited for him anxiously, worried, and all.

Today was of those days when he'd left before you even awoke, and one of those nights when he returned rather late looking worse for wear. His hair was tousled in all directions with traces of gravel dust between the strands. A deep slash crossed his right side with his skin unscathed but left in its place his hero suit torn and displaying what hides beneath it.

He glistened in sweat and you could feel it off his exposed forearms and when your hands trailed down to the back of his neck and flattened against his nape, thumb caressing the sticky skin in circular motions.

You did a quick sweep of his appearance in search of any major injuries besides the cut on his left cheek beneath his eye and your gaze softened.

Shoto breathes out shakily as you hold his face, he looks straight into your eyes and your heart breaks a little more the longer he keeps contact.

"I'm tired"

His stuttering words send a heartbreaking tremble down your spine which arouses an overwhelming sensation of deep sadness and sorrow. Layered beneath his words are sincerity and pain and above all else, exhaustion. Shoto has said these two words countless many times before but neither one could ever compare to the way it sounded this time.

You embrace him again. You embrace him tighter. You hold him close and bring his head to your shoulder. Your hand keeps his head in place and you embrace him with love and comfort; all you're able to do to lessen his burdens.

"Whatever you want─" You whispered into his ear, "Whatever you want and you decide, I'm going to make sure it happens" In context to this, Shoto knew the depth of your words. That right now if he decided he wanted to break away from his responsibilities you'd stubbornly stand in front of him and protectively behind him, fighting until he gets what he wants. Because you knew of the sacrifices a hero made for the world and for everyone but themselves and those they loved. The tinted identity of a hero and the painted persona many have for one; a saint, unflawed and perfect yet called ignorant, self-absorbed, greedy, in over his head, liar with unrealistic goals, conceited, thinking only of their morals and values as true and right. But how far from the truth they were.

Losing your lover's presence to the world.

Risking your love to save the love of others.

Subjecting your love to fall devoid of life as the world and a hero's responsibility slowly took you away from each other.

You were only human after all.

He was only human after all.

"Let's get you cleaned up and into bed, my love" You cooed, swallowing the painful ache stabbing your throat and blinking away the tears. He was only human. A choice he made to help others, everyone besides himself.

The world will never take you from me.

The world never deserved you or your friends.

The world will never have you.

"Come on, pretty" You nudged him but he refused to pull away just yet.

"Please" His voice cracked and you slipped right back into worry and overwhelming sadness. Crying... You were crying.

"Please. Just a little longer" Shoto pleaded and you could never deny him so you stayed rooted in place and held him tighter.

"Don't let me go" His muffled cries bury into the crook of your neck. "Don't let me go"

And you hold onto him. You clutch the back of his torn and shredded uniform for dear life as the tears stroll down your cheeks. "Never"

"Don't let me go"

"Never, sweet boy" And you'd press constant assuring kisses to his forehead and his tear-stained cheeks, soothing him over until his tears are dried up and he's spent.

"Don't leave me"

"Never"

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