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shoot your shot

k.bakugo | collab intro + m.list

▸ ▸ ▸ warnings: 18+! prohero!bakugo, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, alcohol, dubcon if you really squint

▸ ▸ ▸ wc: idk dude sorry

▸ ▸ ▸ a/n: hbd king! make sure to check out the other writers on the m.list and enjoy!!!

Among the thousands of replies, your pfp caught his eye.

anyone will do, huh?

Bakugo reads over the words a few times. Sure, his alcohol-induced thirst trap selfie was… out of character, but this from you?

Surely, it's an impossibility. He rubs his eyes and falls back into the black, plush leather of his couch, clicking your profile and scrolling through it. You're the quiet girl with the nice tits from insurance, the only person at the agency that he has anything remotely akin to a crush on.

You were there tonight in electric orange and black, stuffed into a booth with the other agency girls; your group sporadically sent him drinks-- those damn daiquiris-- and judging from the laughter pouring out of your booth, you all enjoyed watching him down them.

The one and only Dynamight downing bitch drinks? Hilarious, apparently.

The night got hazy, but he vaguely remembers getting you one-on-one at some point, remembers flashes of your smile, runs of your laughter, and your birthstone pendant hanging on a gold chain just below your collar bone.

Your delicate fingers on his forearm.

His teeth grind together, nostrils flaring as he reads over your words again, fingers flexing before he gropes his bulge. Your voice, seemingly teasing, rings through his brain melodically, but no matter how hard he closes his eyes, he can't remember the interaction.

What did you two talk about? Were you flirting with him? Fuck, did he miss his chance? If he concentrates, he can see the shimmer of your lipgloss reflecting the neon lights in that shitty bar, but everything else is radio silence.

A ding, then a notification flags across the top of his screen: 1 Photo Attached. He taps it and bites his bottom lip.

You're smiling at the camera, winking and throwing up a peace sign in front of expensive looking double doors. Familliar double doors. He recognises the gold embellishments and black glass tinted so dark, its impossible to see through from the outside.

A selfie in front of his apartment building.

Another sound and,

Typing…

Typing…

Typing…

Appears in the chat. He feels stupid just waiting, but if you're really coming onto him, he needs to not scare you away.

gonna buzz me up, mr hero?

He's on his feet at an almost embarrassing speed, unlocking the front door and sending you his floor and room number in the chat.

Then, he paces, pours himself a glass of water, and waits.

Your knock is faint, and he wonders if you've sobered up some, briefly hesitating at the doorknob. He looks through his spyhole and sees you looking this way and that, shifting nervously and fiddling with your hair.

He tugs the door open and leans against it, eyes staring you down. You blink and take a short breath, eyes scanning his naked torso, briefs, muscular thighs--

He clears his throat. "You look nervous."

Your eyes on his leave him a little starstruck. Sure, youre pretty to admire from afar, but up close? He's stupid for getting wasted and forgetting what he said to you.

"Liquid courage has thoroughly worn off." You agree with a nod and a nervous yet dazzling smile.

Fuck, he's so done for.

"Just to be clear, you hit me up." Bakugo says, opening the door and giving you space to enter. "I'm not holding you here against your will."

"What? No, yeah, I totally take the blame on this, one million percent." You agree, stepping into his apartment. He watches your ass in that tight dress as you walk past him, savours the scent of your perfumed skin while you're in his vicinity. "I just thought-- oh my gods," you turn to face him, embarrassed. "This is ridiculous, isn't it? I thought you were like... sending me signals at the bar."

He probably was, but he cant fucking remember.

He gestures for you to follow him into the living room. "I was wasted."

"You grabbed my ass and called me sexy." You laugh, kicking off your heels before stepping onto his carpet.

"Fat fuckin chance, sugar tits." He grumbles, embarrassed by his drunken antics, but then you're grabbing his hand and tugging him back half a step. Before he can even gasp, your lips are on his, your hands pulling him down to you, your tongue running along his lips.

"Yeah, you called me that, too." You breathe, nose to nose as you stare into his eyes.

His hands finally find your waist. "I didn't think you'd be this forward."

"This is how forward you were with me at the bar." You frown then, head tilting to the side. "You honestly don't remember? Now I feel like a predator."

He laughs, then, something full bodied and joyous. "Trust me, sweetheart, you're the prey here."

All logical thinking flies out the window the moment his lips meet yours again. Your bag drops to the floor as he devours you, hands bunching up that little orange dress at your waist and lifting you to wrap your legs over his hips.

You moan when he grinds his length up against you. "Oh my god, are we doing this?" You ask, his mouth assaulting your neck, littering it with kisses and nips as he walks you to his bedroom.

"It's my birthday," he rasps, revelling in the taste of you, the feel of you. It's one thing coveting something, but it's another to finally have it in your hands.

"Happy Birthday, Katsuki." You kiss him on the top of his head, wrapping your arms a little tighter around his neck.

"Being cute isn't gonna make me go any easier on you." He promises, dropping you onto his bed. You just laugh and pull your dress over your head, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra.

"I came prepared to go down on you, but this kinda feels like you want a little more from me." You admit as he tugs off his briefs and covers you with his body.

"What gave you that idea?" He grins, palming your tits and dragging those battle worn hands down your soft torso to rest at your hips. "You sure you're okay with this?"

"What? Yes." You breathe, reaching down to ghost your fingers over his throbbing cock. He hisses before you grip it properly, with purpose, and begin pumping him slowly with your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Fuck," he curses softly, making light work of your panties and kissing you, bucking instinctually up into your hands. "I need to be inside you," he demands huskily, biting down on your lip and looking into your eyes for permission.

"Y-yeah, I want it," you nod feverishly as his fingers test your wet heat, rubbing and probing before sliding in.

"Shit," he huffs as you throw your head back, his fingers exploring you and stretching you out. "Fuck, I can't wait, are you good to go?"

"Stop talking and fuck me, Katsuki," you moan, laying there with your chest heaving and lipstick smudged.

His hands grope your thighs, pushing them up and opening yourself to him. With a curse at the tip of his tongue and his teeth in his bottom lip, he lines himself up and pushes forward.

"Oh--" you moan, before your hand slaps over your mouth.

Bakugo let's you silence yourself while he adjusts to the toe tingling feeling of being inside you. It's heavenly, but it feels like sinning. He pulls back a little before pushing forward, notices your free hand fisting his scarlet sheets beside your head.

After a few more testing thrusts and he stills inside you, his body covers yours, those big, calloused hands drawing up your forearms to interlock your fingers beside your head.

"I wanna hear you cry while I ruin you, pretty girl. You okay with that?" He asks lowly, voice almost a growl.

"Fuck, oh fuck, Katsuki it's so big," you babble, bordering incoherent already.

A feral grin grows on his face. He's gonna fuck you stupid.

"It's okay, baby, you can take it, I know you can," he mumbles condescendingly, kissing your nose gently, then your lips. "As a present, for my birthday."

He can't wait any longer, hips rocking into you, shallowly grinding, searching for that spot deep inside you that makes you moan. You're already gasping, eyes watering as your mouth hangs open, fingers flexing in his grip as your chest starts to heave.

You really are gorgeous like this, panting and wanton beneath him. Ideally, he'd make you cum a few times before he does, but he's been half mast all fucking week, and he really can't wait to fill you up.

"Sorry, baby, I can't hold back anymore." He kisses you deeply, before letting go of your hands and pushing your legs up, hands gripping the backs of your knees, then bruising at your thighs.

He licks his lips, pulls out, and hammers back in. You yelp, but he does it again, setting a pace that wouldn't be sustainable for your average man. It boosts his ego that he's gonna ruin other people for you, but the little breathy ohmygodkatsukifuck that leaves your lips while you scratch at his back is probably going to ruin other women for him.

Shit, your smell, the way you taste and feel-- you're sucking him back in when he tries to pull out, pussy hellbent on milking him before he's done with you. He kisses you while he fucks you, sloppy and messy and wet, and in moments you're a howling mess.

He swallows your cries as your whole body tenses, but he doesn't let himself cum with you, fucking you through it instead.

"Nonononononono..." you mutter, fingernails digging into his traps as you shake your head, pushing him away. "Stop stop, I'm gonna--"

Bakugo's heart flutters, grin feral. "Gonna what? Gonna what?" He grits, continuing to fuck you.

"Gonna-- hnghh!" You tense again, and as he fucks back into you, hot, wet squirt splashes against his groin, dripping all over the both of you and darkening those scarlet sheets maroon.

"Oh shit," he breathes, the feeling of it, the sight of you, the sound of his wet skin slapping against yours sending him over the edge as he fucks his cum into you, filling you up.

You're still mumbling incoherent nonsense when he collapses on top of you, your hands over your face in what he comes to realise is mortification.

"I'm s'sorry, oh my god, what was that? I'm so embarrassed, I--"

"Hey hey hey, are you crying?" He frowns prying your fingers from your face.

"I wet the bed in front of you!" You almost shriek, but he's just glad you're not crying. "Not just any guy, but you!"

"Yeah, and it was the hottest thing ever." He grins, feeling calm for the first time in a long time. "Fuck, I don't even care how the PR team are gonna react; getting you to squirt on me makes it worth it. I'm guessing you don't do that often?"

"Often? I never do that."

"Baby, that was hot as hell." He kisses you, then rolls over, bringing you with him.

"Happy Birthday, I guess?" You smile then, resting on his chest, drawing a finger over one of his more jaggered scars. "You don't remember what you said to me at the bar, do you?"

"I remember your tits?" He shrugs, still riding that post-orgasmic high. You laugh, and when you don't elaborate, he taps your chin so you look up at him. "What did I say?"

You start getting a little shy again. "You asked me on a date, said you were gonna take me somewhere, anywhere I want."

"I did, did I?"

"Mm, then you kissed me and claimed it was your birthday present from me."

"Fuck off," he chuckles then, embarrassed. "What a loser."

"Then I saw your... proposition online..." You mumble, eyes back on that scar.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm deleting that post, but my offer to you still stands."

"Even though you don't remember making it?"

"Baby, I just filled you with my cum, and I'm feeling like I'd like to do it again real fuckin soon. And maybe even again after that." He pulls you closer, so you're straddling him properly, your lips hovering over his. "If you'll let me."

"I don't know if that's your twisted way of asking me out or if you're looking for a fuck buddy." You pout.

"You wanna be my girlfriend?" He asked, slightly shocked at the thought. Shocked, but not against it.

"Yeah, I do." You smile, that so pretty smile.

"Well shit, when are you moving in?" He asks, half joking.

You laugh, kissing him on the cheek. "Shut up, do you mean it? You really wanna date me?"

"Yeah, I do." He says, heart hammering in his chest.

"Good, thats-- that's good."

"It is, isn't it? Now that we have that outta the way," he sits up, keeping you in his lap. "Round 2 in the shower?"

"You'll have to carry me, I still can't feel my legs." You smile.

"Maybe the bitch drinks weren't such a bad idea, after all." Bakugo grins, pulling you close in a slow, deliberate kiss.

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inspired by this post by @katsukikitten that was so heart-throbbing, lmk if u want this taken down!!

bakugou the general who’s now well into his mid-thirties but still has yet to settle down because his foul mouth and snappy attitude drive away the people who were initially drawn in by his looks— scars everywhere but his slim waist can’t be hidden even beneath thick and tight fabrics that make up his uniform

until he meets you, the young nurse who just entered her twenties who’s tasked with taking care of all of his battered soldiers, you’re sweet, polite, obedient, all the things he’s not but he still finds himself so enamoured with you because you can take his sailor mouth, you may be kind but you don’t take shit, unlike the previous nurses that had your spot, you don’t shake in your seat trying to tell bakugou to sit his ass down before you make him and he’s honestly just so obsessed with you and your ability to snap right back at him

he’s been waiting for someone like you, so he promises he’ll court you the next time he returns from away wars with new battle scars littered over his countenance, he’ll look rougher— just the way you like it

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you’re about to have sex with your fave for the first time and you’re thrilled; it wasn’t exactly planned, but dinner went well, and you’re back at his place (trying not to rip each other’s clothes off the second you step through the doorway.)

before you meet him in his bedroom, you go to the restroom, and are horrified to discover that your body clearly hates you because you just started your cycle. it’s obviously not how you envisioned your first time together, and you’re worried that you’re going to have to call off tonight’s activities.

it’s embarrassing—walking into the bedroom and not quite meeting his eye when you explain to him that it’s your time of the month. but what’s perhaps even more embarrassing is the way that he cocks his eyebrow and tilts his head in confusion.

“that’s not a problem for me,” he says. “is it for you?”

you quickly shake your head. “oh—um, i just don’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

he takes a step closer to you. “is anything off-limits?”

you let out an exasperated chuckle. “what do you mean?”

“is it okay if i still go down on you?”

you can’t help the way that your eyes widen and your knees shake. “you want to go down on me even though i’m bleeding?”

he closes the gap between you, hands coming to rest heavily on your hips. “why do you sound so surprised? i want to enjoy all of you. a little blood won’t hurt me.”

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DID MY YAOI STICKERS ARRIVE

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Me at the beginning of this year: I’m so gonna fix my life dude this is gonna be the year everything changes I’m not gonna let anything slip through the cracks it’s time to live

Me approaching the end of March:

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drew this helpful diagram for mha fans who don't understand what a character arc is

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your knees threaten to buckle when katsuki groans into your ear.

it's low and weak, trapped behind the sudden gnash of his teeth in a strained attempt to keep quiet, but you can feel the weight of it in his throat when he swallows, how it echoes in his chest. something primal in your gut coils tighter, in response.

his arm shoots out over your shoulder to steady himself, a mirror image of your own; hand splayed against the dusty, closet wall so that you won't rock into the old and unused fax machine he's got you pressed up against, thus crying out to the entire floor what the two of you are doing.

you think that the rhythm of his hips will falter and fade, just for a moment, to offer you the chance to better find your footing in such a cramped space — but he doesn't, not in the slightest. instead one hand tightens on your waist, your bare skin giving in beneath the sink of his fingertips.

katsuki's frustrated; he must be, because he's never been so careless.

not that you're exactly complaining. not that you could, even if you wanted to.

in the dark like this, you can forget the world outside even exists; you're floating in a sacred limbo, katsuki panting, wet and warm, into the skin of your neck, as if he wants you to absorb it and him together. his lips glide up to the soft spot behind your ear, nose teasing your hair, and you can feel the part of them, can feel his teeth sink into his bottom lip when you tighten around him, suddenly, at the intimacy.

there is only he and you and the wet-hot way he carves himself into your heat, how he buries himself into your core over and over and over again. you're full of him, dizzy with him, too aware of his every twitch and tremor, the pulse of the veins that run along the hard length of him.

the storage closet is damp with the smell of sweat and sex, and you like it, the rawness of it and him. the hurried tempo, the slick sound of his hips slapping against your ass spurns you on and curls you further, mindless and uncaring to the grit beneath your hands and the dust that's sticking to your skin.

you arch your back and seal your lips together, trying, as katsuki's heels leave the floor, a rush of air huffing from his nose every time he digs deeper in. a gentle "fuck!" escapes you, but it's caught between the creak of the fax machine when you're pounded against it one, two, three times before he's reaffirming his stance, his hand coming to press into your soft stomach, keeping you as close as he can.

for a moment, there's hardly any space between you; he ruts faster when your thighs shake, as you're caught up in him and only him, the dull ache between your legs that has your eyes rolling. you reach back for him blindly and he snatches your hand up right away, lacing his fingers between yours before bringing them back to your belly.

it's so terribly sweet admist this elicit frenzy that your heart soars, leaping fully over the edge as tears sting the back of your eyes—

and then you're both flooded in light.

you cringe from it on instinct, suddenly nailed back inside your own frame as something heavy and sick swells at your spine. when you turn to the now open door, you meet a pair of vaguely familiar eyes, for a split second, before katsuki is ripping away from you.

"—just fucking stand there, dumbass!" he barks, shoving the figure back out into the hall before returning the two of you to darkness.

the shake in your legs spreads, upward to your hands and shoulders and even your lip, as anxiety cools the sweat against your skin.

"fuck," katsuki murmurs, and you blink, trying to make him out. you hear the shuffle of his sweatpants, the snap of his boxers, and swallow down your shame. furiously, you yank your skirt back up and begin to button your blouse, struggling with unsteady hands, when you feel katsuki's against your back. "i don't think he saw anything."

"yes, he did!" you erupt, turning from him so suddenly that you can feel your own edge. "he looked right fucking at me!"

"no he—it's...dark in here, he probably didn't see—"

"yes, he did, katsuki!" the sting returns to the back of your eyes, sharper this time. "god, fuck!"

"don't—it's fine, alright?" his hand curls around your arm, refusing to let go when you try to flinch away. you can almost hear his heartbeat in his chest, and the warmth of his breath when he moves in closer. "i'll handle it, it's fine."

but you shake your head, pressing your lips together now so that they won't wobble. shame sits hot in your throat, unwilling to dissipate. everyone will find out about this, you think, bitter and worried, everyone will attest your promotion to this, anything you do in this office—

"hey," katsuki grunts, frown now visible. "'m serious."

"no," you groan, covering your face with your hands until he tugs them down. "i'm serious, i could lose my job for this."

"as if i would let that fuckin' happen."

"people will talk about me," your bottom lip quivers and he sighs, fiddling with a button you missed in all your haste.

"no, 'm—c'mon," he murmurs, pulling you away from the tattle-tale of a fax machine, directing you for the door even though your feet feel like they’re made of lead. "just go back to work and 'm gonna handle this, alright?"

when you don't say anything, he stops you, right in front of the precipice. his thumb traces your bottom lip then, soft and tender, before you feel the press of his mouth to yours. it calms you down some with how sweet and chaste it is, a comfort he knows you need.

"'m gonna handle it," he repeats, sighing again as you frown. "and...come by, you know, before you leave."

you don't think that's a good idea, now, but his hand drags down your arm and his fingers brush with your own and — you don't think you could deny him if you tried.

light blinds you again, suddenly, and you both stare at the maintenance worker as he looks up at the ugly twist of katsuki's face in horror. before he has a chance to say anything, he is grabbed by the back of the shirt and steered down the hall, in the direction of katsuki’s office while being told, "we need to have a fuckin' chat."

you watch them go, thankful for the last soft-eyed look you’re given before katsuki is rounding the corner, and then you're turning on your heel, heading back to your cubicle.

— hoping the smell of sex and shame aren't following behind.

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todays really bad thought is bakugou being hard n his tip is showing above the waist band of his shorts

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“When you accept your feelings”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KACCHAN BAKUGO 💥✨¡¡

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that little sound he makes when he pushes inside. yes. you agree. 😌

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Horny on Main

Bakugou x fem!reader

Read the intro other replies here 📫

warnings: some suggestive talk, and some slightly unhinged thirst tweets lol

WC: 1.09K

a/n: Happy Birthday to you King. I hope yall enjoy this cuz I struggledddd but it was so so fun to do this little collab! Check out the other fics! 💖

Katsuki squints in the darkness at the bright ass screen of his phone. 

There’s too many of those little ass letters on the screen for Katsuki to focus on right now. His fucking head is pounding, his limbs are heavy and he feels exhausted. If only his dick would get the damn memo. 

He’s finally able to shuffle out of his pants, and kicks them into a corner of his bedroom. He’ll deal with it when he wakes up. That was the running theme of the night.The light from his phone hurts and he fumbles to switch the brightness down as he plops down on his bed. 

Once he’s horizontal and sinking into the comfy firmness of his own bed, the room finally stops spinning. Hard part’s over. Maybe now he can finally crash. A ping and vibrate draws his attention back to his phone and…

Shit. 

His PR Manager is gonna lose their shit. 

A slurry of replies from Twitter now take up the entirety of the notifications screen on his phone. What had he tweeted? He can’t even remember taking his phone out until now. 

Groaning, he clicks the stupid little bird icon and swipes over to his own profile. 

Made at exactly 12 AM on April 20th the first and only original post on his Official Dynamight Twitter, usually heavily used for advertising merch and keeping up with hero news updates regarding Dynamight, reads: 

@OFFICIALDYNAMIGHT:It’s my birthday someone give me head

Fuck. 

Ehh, it could’ve been worse. He could’ve said “send me some tits”. That woulda been a clusterfuck. Still, the replies he’s getting on the post are far from innocent to say the least. 

Katsuki idly scrolls through, scanning quickly until one reply catches his eye. 

Reply from @kweenkatsuki  Just head, King? That’s it?

Katsuki blinks and shockingly his cock throbs. He didn’t think about that when he posted the tweet. Really he’d just wanted to nestle his cock into a warm hole. But this tweet sends a myriad of filthy images flying through Katsuki’s mind. And like a dolphin out of water his cock jumps excitedly.  

A drunken stupor sweeps him up and overtakes the rationality in his head. It’s no wonder he’d tweeted what he did earlier. Curiosity of just who you are, what you could do to him, what you’re offering could be worth it for a birthday gift. 

And he does deserve it. As many people as he’s saved, as much shit he’s been through not even including actually dying. Yeah Katsuki’s sure, he fucking deserves this. 

Clicking your profile ended up being a good choice too. Scrolling through your last few tweets he realizes you’re kinda funny. 

You’ve got a filthy mouth and judging by the amount of times he sees the word pussy in your tweets you’re about as horny as Denki used to be before he settled down. 

Your thirst tweets would make the kinkiest guys clutch their pearls. 

@kweenkatsuki: Imagine spending the whole time being a demure, cute little thing on the first date with Dynamight just to throw him off from the absolute gorilla grip pussy and bomb gawk gawk 3000 I will unleash on him when he takes me home at the end of the night.

That first tweet makes him swallow hard. He clicks over to a photo of you, taking in all your features. Pretty plump lips, big kind eyes, and a smile that was both warm but sensual. 

He can picture the first date with you so clearly. How he’d fall for your innocent act like a fucking fool. You’d get him with those eyes. Staring up at him all wide, but you’d be plotting. 

Katsuki licks his lips and mutters to himself, “Pretty and a freak huh?” 

The pay off would be fucking glorious though. Somehow he knows head from you would be life changing. And the thought is so powerful it send his hand reaching for his cock. 

He strokes himself, closing his eyes and picturing your face again.The image of you on your knees before him with wide eyes as he watches you take his cock down your throat entirely, plays like a movie in his mind. He can see the bulge of it pushing through the skin of your throat. And tries desperately to mimic the tightness with his fist. 

Fuck, he shouldn’t be doing this. Fucking his fist to some random woman on Twitter. He ain’t desperate. For fucks sake he could have whoever he wanted. And if he wanted you well… he could just message you instead of this pathetic shit. 

Katsuki quickly scrolls through more of your tweets, it’s more of the same. 

@kweenkatsuki: You know the pussy is BANGIN’ when the man goes “Oh!” as soon as he puts it in.

@kweenkatsuki: I wanna take his pretty pink tip and tap it against my soft lips.

You’re witty and he likes your lack of filter. You’ve got good taste in heroes and Katsuki kinda wants to see what you’d say back if he replied to you. Especially considering you probably think he won’t respond at all. Since you’re so “eager for more”, he’ll call your bluff. 

What’s he got to lose? 

Katsuki jabs a finger on the direct message button next to your name; his fingers hover over the keyboard. 

What the fuck does he say? He didn’t think that far ahead. Your reply was cheeky, a little teasing but played to his ego. Who’d have thought he’d like being called “King”?

Still though he can’t just let you think you’ve got all the power. 

Katsuki types: 

“Head is all you could handle sweetheart.” 

And hits send before he can talk himself out of it. Sending the message must’ve been the very last of his energy because after he sends it, it feels as if all his limbs have grown heavy. The room starts to spin again, and Katsuki’s sure the “black out” portion of the night is about to come. 

He blinks sleepily, wondering if sober him will regret any of the shit he did tonight. Probably so, especially when his PR manager wakes up and sees it. 

Still, Katsuki can’t help but hope that you do reply. He shuts his eyes, drifting off into unconsciousness. 

But before he can slip too deeply, his phone vibrates and pings loudly thrusting him back awake. He quickly unlocks his phone, opens Twitter and swipes to find a reply he was not at all expecting but is pleased to see.

“You think I can’t take you? Let me come prove it.” 

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"I'm proud of you, Bakugou."

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katsuki comes home from work one day to find you in his office, fooling around with his calendar, and you've made some little notes before and after his scheduled patrol shifts, as well as sticky'd some pink hearts on a handful of days a week for the upcoming months.

and he gets the absolute worst love chub when you beam and tell him you're mapping out your fertile windows.

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"oi, you feelin' shy, sweetheart?"

commission ☆ @iwanttobeaseme

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how do you reconcile with writing smut about characters who are canonically minors? i’m not trying to attack you or try to change your mind or anything, so sorry if my question reads that way. i’m just genuinely curious 😭

no worries!! this is asked respectfully so i dont mind answering even tho i usually just delete stuff abt this now

idk really know how to answer your question i have not reiterated many times. but like. i want you to really consider your own way of asking this to me critically. like what would i have to "reconcile" with exactly? them being minors in canon?

for me personally there's nothing to reconcile with. i feel no guilt or shame or remorse about aging up characters. or just like wanting to fuck them. or really anything i write in fiction at all, point blank - should i choose to explore it. like there's not crime i've committed other than being horny about some shit i made up, upon the basis some shit another guy made up.

partially this is bc characters in fictions are concepts. they're objects, thoughts, ideas. no matter how brainrotted i am about them, they don't live in material reality. im not harming them because they don't exist. outside of my phone and computer they are not real. harrowing myself with guilt over something that does not even exist is kind of insane. this applies to everything.

you can feel personal discomfort over aging up for yourself, but the reality is no actual minors are harmed in the process of me writing porn about anime characters. bakugou is lines on paper. i am allowed to cut him out like a barbie doll and play with him however i like. he doesn't get a say in that because he is fake lol.

there's like idk. all sorts of nuance to this and if you are respectfully curious im happy to talk to you about it. but they're just not real. no one is hurt in me writing this. so it doesn't matter to me at all. i would never hurt another person because of what im interested in fictionally, either. i have spent too many years becoming a decent human being to wonder about that

nothing i do in the fictional space is of any relevance to who i am, except for what things might cause genuine harm to another living breathing person. i write a lot of dark content in my smut also but

a lot of my content also while being dark, does not specifically deal with sensitive social issues so no one is hurt in that way either. i have enough confidence in my critical understanding of the world to write what i do understand to my ability. i mostly write about noncon and dubcon and yandere, all of which are personal violations and not social ones (OVERSIMPLIFYING THERE A LOT). i sometimes do write about social taboos of course but not whats outside of my ability

all in all its like. i dont know what i'd feel guilty over. no one is hurt and i have no intent to harm. nothing matters outside of that