He’s A Little-

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⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — KATSUKU BAKUGOU. setting powder.

about. whilst getting ready to meet your new boyfriend’s extended family — you learn that he knows a thing or two about doing makeup.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, characters aged up to 20s, enemies to lovers, meeting the family, new relationships, brief mention of injury and hospitals, reader wears makeup and dresses, pro hero!bakugou, nurse/doctor!reader.

“we’re gonna be late, sweetheart.”

leaning against the door frame, bakugou crosses his arms over his chest — his perfect lips pulled into a suave smirk as he watches you finish your makeup for tonight.

“wha…huh? you said i had twenty minutes?” you’re still half dressed, your boyfriend’s baggy hoodie from an old merch collection draped over your sweet little dress to protect it from your foundation, your hair is tied back and away from your face so it doesn’t get in the way and though you’re still trying to blend your cream blush in with one of those sponge things — katsuki thinks you’re the most adorable thing in the entire world.

pushing himself off the door frame, he sits behind you on the bed — still watching you work at the vanity whilst he fixes the cuffs of his dress shirt. “that was twenty minutes ago,” the blonde rasps affectionately and grasps your at your jewellery laid out on the bed. the rough pad of his thumb traces over the ‘K’ on the silver heart locket he’d gotten you for your birthday before he undoes the clasp and places the chain around your neck — being mindful of your hair in the process. “y’said you’d be done by then.”

you catch your boyfriend’s vermillion stare in the reflection of your mirror — his subtle smile when he sees his initials dangling from your neck. it feels you with warmth to know that no matter what, katsuki will always find you beautiful and will always love you. even with how chaotic your makeup looks when half done. “i think i spent too long in the shower ‘n underestimated how long this look would take,” you sigh, reaching for your lip gloss next. you’ll have to put it in your purse, so your lips in the car. “do you think they’ll mind if we’re any later than this?”

“my parents won’t. neither will inko. deku — i mean — izuku will, but he’ll pretend he ain’t bothered,” bakugou prattles down the list, making a note of tonight’s attendees. it was tradition that the bakugous and the midoriyas had a monthly dinner together, it had been going on since the two pro heroes were children. only now, their partners were invited since they were family too. family included you.

you hadn’t gone to U.A and you certainly didn’t know katsuki until he became an up and coming pro hero. the first time he’d saved you, by the sidewalk of the hospital you worked at, you thought he was brutish and stuck up. you’d hated him and he’d hated you. but over time, and more frequent trips to A&E after saving civilians or sometimes after being wounded in villain attacks — you’d come to appreciate bakugou’s brooding personality and observant nature.

he’d come to like you too. how much you cared for others and wanted to make the world a better place. you reminded him a little bit of izuku, in a strange way.

so one night when you were on call, katsuki brought you flowers instead of a stomach wound that needed stitches and you’d given him a kiss instead of berating him about being careful, over vanilla and chocolate pudding cups from the hospital cafeteria.

signing impatiently, you bring katsuki back to present day. “i wanted to make a good impression on your aunty and on your best friend,” rubbing your arm nervously, you cast your gaze over the mess on your vanity — expensive products splayed across them in organised chaos.

“you will. they’re gonna love you. they already do,” bakoigou stands behind you now, rough palms smoothing over your shoulders. “izuku says you’ve made me less bitchy at work. whatever the fuck that means.”

you giggle, eyes sparkling in delight as you look at the blonde in the mirror. “really?”

“really,” he nods sheepishly. the way you look at him makes him feel so loved. it’s new to him. nice to him. “now, whaddya need help with s’we can hurry up ‘n hit the road.”

you begin to ramble on, perking up at the idea of katsuki helping with the rest of your routine.“well… i’ve done my lashes, my eyes, my base and blush… i can do lips in the car. aside from putting on earrings and fixing my hair all i need is to set my face with—“

“settin’ powder,” bakugou grabs the little pot from your vanity as if he knew where it was all along, picking up a little face cushion as well as he prepares to get to work. “got it.” he dips the cushion into the translucent powder, rubbing the excess off on the back of his hand before leaning in real close to dab at the areas he thinks you need it. like your t-zone.

your boyfriend’s touch is like magic on your face, perfectly setting your makeup while making you feel like a pampered princess. “who taught you how to do this?” comes your shy mumble, his proximity to your face causing you to grow flustered and squirm in your seat. “h-how are you so good at it?”

“keep still, i’ll be finished faster if y’stop squirmin’ sweetheart. don’t wanna mess up what you’ve done already,” pausing his actions, katsuki gives you a toothy smirk — revelling in how bashful you’ve become under his touch while he helps you with your makeup. “…grew up behind the scenes of fashion shows ‘n shoots. so i picked up a thing or two i wanted to make sure i could still do it so i watched a couple of videos on it too. ‘n i noticed…you always put so much time ‘n effort into your makeup. wanted to help make the process easier for you.”

you feel as though you could melt at katsuki’s kind words and gesture as he dabs at your face a little more — tongue caught between the toes of his pew rlly white teeth as he sticks it out in concentration. he’s so cute it makes you want to scream. “you’re sweet,” you coo appreciatively, stilling yourself to let him finish before he pulls back — satisfied with his work. “i love you.”

it’s not the first time you’ve said it to one another, but the three words are still new to the both of you. “i uh…i love you more,” a pink, rosey hue rises on the surface of bakugou’s tanned skin and his red, loving eyes dart away from your face bashfully. “‘m gonna get your shoes ‘n jacket ready by the door while that sits. don’t forget your settin’ spray after you brush that shit off — oh ‘n don’t take my hoodie off until you’ve done that. don’t wanna ruin your dress, kay?”

“okay,” you respond fondly, hiding your smile at his very specific instructions. “i’ll be down in a minute.”

katsuki nods hesitantly, standing up as he gathers your belongings and outerwear — ready to load them up in the car, when he suddenly pauses in place. “you look beautiful tonight, sweetness. you always do.” he adds as one last parting message, before disappearing down the hall.

leaving you wondering how you ever lucked out with such a man. one who’s not only kind and gentle and loving, but a pro hero and a makeup artist at that.

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act one: the hands of a hero

kinktober 2023

pairing: midoriya izuku x fem!reader

wc: 0.9k

tags: aged up characters; switch!izuku; switch!reader; hand holding; edging; creampie; fingering (f receiving); praise kink; lots of pet names: baby, princess, angel, sweetheart, good boy, good girl; d/s undertones; established relationship; soft!izuku; riding; missionary; pinned down; multiple rounds; izuku cleans himself up after (sort of); begging if you squint a little

Some days it felt as though you could never stop staring at those beautiful, scarred hands. The ones that had saved the lives of many. The ones that reached out to help others in need. The ones that so many had come to know and love as a bright green current traced over his skin.

Those were the same strong hands you were lucky enough to hold every day. They cupped and stroked your face gently, ran over your body with reverence and love, held you down and gripped you hard enough to bruise, trembled in yours when you kissed him just right, made you shake and see stars in his arms. They were large and warm. They were scarred and rough and perfect.

Today, his hands were clasped tightly in yours as you straddled his. His thick cock slowly slid in and out of your pussy with a lewd, wet sound, your hips grinding into him as deep as you could get. It made your brain fuzzy just feeling him twitch and throb inside you as you moaned.

Izuku’s breath was shaky, whimpering pleas stumbling out of his mouth. “Please can I cum, princess? Please?”

“Not yet, baby, I need you still. Can you take it for me?” you said.

A guttural moan left his chest as he squeezed your hands tighter. “Fuck, yes,” he said.

“‘S my good boy. You’re doing so well.” It was incredible to see the way this big, strong hero grew tense and panted when you spoke.

His brow was sweating, his head spinning just hearing those words, his name on your lips. You moved Izuku’s hands to your breasts and he cursed, gently groping and playing as his cock throbbed. You leaned forward a little, rising and falling as your pace increased again. Your hips smacked into his as your head fell back and you moaned. The pressure against your cunt sent pleasure shooting through your body as Izuku stuttered and whined.

“B-baby please, ‘s too much, I can’t, f-fuck, I can’t-”

“Yes, you can. C’mon, you can take it for me. Hold on just a little longer,” you said. Your legs began to shake as you hit a deep, tender spot just right. You were teetering on the edge of climax just like him, groaning as your hips slowed to a near stop.

Izuku bucked into you with a high pitched moan, desperate as his body trembled. “Please, princess.”

He looked so gorgeous with his cheeks flushed, eyes wide and needy, bits of hair stuck to his forehead. It was almost too much. You leaned down and kissed him with heavy, shaky breaths. Izuku’s hands traveled to your waist, grinding your hips into him harder, still pleading quietly.

“Cum for me, ‘Zuku. Cum for me. I need it,” you said softly, his face in your hands.

Izuku’s eyes fluttered as he stared up at you. His hands gripped tightly onto your hips as he came with a groan, fucking into you as you clenched down hard on his cock. You were barely able to push your orgasm off as you felt him throb and the heat of his cum filled your cunt.

You laid together for a moment with his arms around your waist before a low, quiet groan filled your ear. “You did such a good job for me, angel. ‘M so proud of you,” he said.

A whimper escaped your lips as you ached and tightened around his softening cock.

Izuku continued praising you softly as he ran his fingers through your hair. “You’re such a good girl, letting me fill you up like that. Waiting so patiently until I’m ready to make cum.”

At this point, the heat of his breath and the gentle sound of his voice had you trembling. “‘Zuku, please.”

“Hmm? Use your words,” he said.

“Please make me cum,” you replied.

Izuku kissed you on the head. “That’s my girl. Lay on your back for me.”

You squeezed tightly as you pulled off of his cock and felt his cum start to leak out as you laid next to him, nestled into his shoulder. He pulled one of your legs over his thighs and slowly ran his hand up as he leaned and kissed you. Two thick fingers slid into your cunt and you whimpered under his touch, heat rolling down your body as he slowly pumped in and out.

“Deeper, please baby,” you said between kisses.

Your eyes rolled and you moaned as his gentle strokes changed to deep thrusts, his palm grinding against your clit.

“That’s my good girl. Let go for me, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful,” Izuku said softly.

Red sparks shot through your body as he fingered your leaking cunt, cum running down your ass and onto the bed. His hot, wet kisses grazed your ear and ran down into your neck as your legs shook.

He groaned into your skin. “That’s it, princess, go ahead. Give it to me. Cum. Let me have it.”

Your back arched and you cried out as pleasure crashed down over your body over and over as Izuku fingered you through your orgasm. You clung to him, panting as it came to an end. He pulled himself from you and took his fingers in his mouth to lick them clean. Izuku shifted once more and straddled you with a grin, grabbing your hands in his.

You let out a soft laugh. “What?”

He pinned your hands above your head with mischief in his eyes. “Open your legs. It’s time for round two.”

“Some years ago, I was stuck on a crosstown bus in New York City during rush hour. Traffic was barely moving. The bus was filled with cold, tired people who were deeply irritated—with one another; with the rainy, sleety weather; with the world itself. Two men barked at each other about a shove that might or might not have been intentional. A pregnant woman got on, and nobody offered her a seat. Rage was in the air; no mercy would be found here.

But as the bus approached Seventh Avenue, the driver got on the intercom. “Folks,” he said, “I know you’ve had a rough day and you’re frustrated. I can’t do anything about the weather or traffic, but here’s what I can do. As each one of you gets off the bus, I will reach out my hand to you. As you walk by, drop your troubles into the palm of my hand, okay? Don’t take your problems home to your families tonight—just leave ‘em with me. My route goes right by the Hudson River, and when I drive by there later, I’ll open the window and throw your troubles in the water. Sound good?”

It was as if a spell had lifted. Everyone burst out laughing. Faces gleamed with surprised delight. People who’d been pretending for the past hour not to notice each other’s existence were suddenly grinning at each other like, is this guy serious?

Oh, he was serious.

At the next stop—just as promised—the driver reached out his hand, palm up, and waited. One by one, all the exiting commuters placed their hand just above his and mimed the gesture of dropping something into his palm. Some people laughed as they did this, some teared up—but everyone did it. The driver repeated the same lovely ritual at the next stop, too. And the next. All the way to the river.

We live in a hard world, my friends. Sometimes it’s extra difficult to be a human being. Sometimes you have a bad day. Sometimes you have a bad day that lasts for several years. You struggle and fail. You lose jobs, money, friends, faith, and love. You witness horrible events unfolding in the news, and you become fearful and withdrawn. There are times when everything seems cloaked in darkness. You long for the light but don’t know where to find it.

But what if you are the light? What if you’re the very agent of illumination that a dark situation begs for?

That’s what this bus driver taught me—that anyone can be the light, at any moment. This guy wasn’t some big power player. He wasn’t a spiritual leader. He wasn’t some media-savvy “influencer.” He was a bus driver—one of society’s most invisible workers. But he possessed real power, and he used it beautifully for our benefit.

When life feels especially grim, or when I feel particularly powerless in the face of the world’s troubles, I think of this man and ask myself, What can I do, right now, to be the light? Of course, I can’t personally end all wars, or solve global warming, or transform vexing people into entirely different creatures. I definitely can’t control traffic. But I do have some influence on everyone I brush up against, even if we never speak or learn each other’s name. How we behave matters because within human society everything is contagious—sadness and anger, yes, but also patience and generosity. Which means we all have more influence than we realize.

No matter who you are, or where you are, or how mundane or tough your situation may seem, I believe you can illuminate your world. In fact, I believe this is the only way the world will ever be illuminated—one bright act of grace at a time, all the way to the river.“

–Elizabeth Gilbert

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