These Were Practice Sketches For My Dichotomy Au But Out Of Context You Wouldn't Be Able To Tell The

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texts with ur bf shouta aizawa; fem! reader

warnings: sfw, suggestive

CW// UA CollegeAU, Oral, Reader is a lil oblivious, Bakugo is his own warning

“Returning the Favor”

Bakugo owes you and he hates it. But you don’t know it.

He has been meaning to pay you back for months, but he simply can’t due to world literally hate him.

It all started just a few months ago when you offered your Blondie to go down on him after a mission.

He’s been more crankier than usual and when you exhausted google for answers; relaxing, taking a mental day, going to a spa, the list went on , but nothing worked.

you were left with an orgasm.

It releases stress and tension, plus it feels amazing it shouldn’t hurt right? Granted, you and your boyfriend never went as far as mutual masturbation, but when you offered he wasn’t very resistant towards it.

So you did, and even though it was your first time, he definitely didn’t think so! You gagged a few times sure, but that just added to the sexiness on you, and like Google said; it worked.

He wasn’t chipper or anything, but he was more calmer, pout still there as usual, but his eyes were more relaxed. Even when Denki kept touching at him (you assume he did it on purpose to make him mad) all he did was roll his eyes, call him sparky and walked away.

You did catch him staring at your mouth more because of this, but it was worth it seeing him be less annoyed and angry.

So here we are now 3 months later and it’s became a routine between you both; at least a couple times a week you let him come to your dorm and you ….handle him. It never goes any further than that though since neither of yall are ready to take that dive into real intimacy, but it was okay—

You don’t mind at all! Maybe you’ve developed an oral fixation, but ironically enough sucking his dick is a stress reliever for you as well. Some days you’ve just ask him if he wants to come over and you spend the evening taking care of him.

Little did you know Bakugo hates it.

He doesn’t hate you or what you’re doing to him, it drives him insane, a few days ago he got hard during a shower thinking about your pretty little moans on his dick so that wasn’t the problem.

The problem was for the past few weeks he has been wanting to express his appreciation towards you by going down on YOU, but every single time he attempts it’s always an interuption.

Jirou needs you for a problem she has, an emergency at one of the agencies you both work at, he remembers a few times he fell right asleep after cumming. It’s embarrassing!

So, Bakugo has been adding up the costs and he knows he owes you, it’s gotten to the point he feels like he is using you.

Sure he says thank you, takes you out, cleans you up, etc etc, but he wants to REALLY pay you back. The moment he moves his body to get between your thighs you both have to leave. It SUCKS. He hates OWING.

But it wasn’t just about paying you back he does think about eating you out. Embarrassingly so, in different ways too.

Maybe with a skirt on and nothing under? Bent over the bed? Sit on his face? Maybe 69? Side ways? He can’t stop thinking the different ways to eat that pretty pussy of yours.

He couldn’t take it anymore he HAS to at this point. So, once again you text him asking if he wanted to come over and of course he’s already on his way, but once you tug down his sweats he stops you.

“Baby—?—oh!”

No words needed he attacks your neck gently to distract you from how he was pushing you down on your comfy bed, “‘Suki you—“

“Just…shut up. Please. “ Luckily you were wearing just one of his shirts and a thin little thong, he kisses down and all around your tummy and thighs, indirectly teasing you, ‘Have to pay you back..”

“Pay ..me?”

He groans, knowing damn well he doesn’t wanna continue unless he asks for your permission, but wont get an answer until he answer your questions, “I been wanting to return the favor…but every fucking time I do we gatta stop and I don’t want you…to think…I don’t know that I’m using you.”

You blink, registering what he’s saying, “Katsuki you are using me.” When his eyes grew wide you started to giggle and shake your head, “Not in a bad way! You’re using me to help yourself. And I love to. I love making you feel good, it was my idea y’know…but I never did it so you can do it back to me. We’re in a relationship not a…deal.”

As much as it made sense Katsuki was just too stubborn (and hard) to accept it, “But…” you lie back, tugging off your panties and spreading your legs for him. His piercing red eyes were wide, stunned at even prettier your pussy looked last time he seen you. He swallowed hard when he noticed your lips already wet, were you playing with yourself earlier? “If you are offering you can, but I want you to do it because you want to not because I owe—-oh!”

Your boyfriend wasted no time holding open your thighs to latch his lips in your pussy. Granted he never done it before, but the weeks of looking at pussy eating videos helped him navigate where to lick and suck.

Sure. He didn’t necessarily owe you, but he sure as hell wanted you to know he loves and appreciate you all the same.

And with the way you were moaning his name, he knew he paid his debt.

NEWLYWEDS

pairing. bakugo x fem! reader

fluff, married life ig, i headcanon bakugo as a snorer, crack.

Being married to Katsuki Bakugo was no different than dating him, truly, only the title changed.

You’d still bicker over the silliest and smallest things.

Like right now, for example.

Katsuki was asleep next to you. His hands were wrapped snuggly around your waist as you watched your favorite movie before dozing off to sleep.

You tried to ignore it, you really did. But you couldn’t take it anymore.

You sighed and tapped Katsuki once, then twice. He groaned quietly, opening one of his fiery red eyes tiredly to look at you. “What, woman?” He spoke groggily.

“Can you stop snoring….?” You whispered. “The hell? I don’t snore.” He replied grumpily, this time, propping himself on his elbows to glare at you tiredly. “Yes, you do!” You shot back and sat up slightly. “I can’t even hear my damn movie, Katsuki.”

“Whatever, just turn it up.” He dismissed with a grunt, pulling you back into his arms and nuzzling into your chest.

“No, ‘cause then you’ll get mad at me for not letting you sleep.”

“Woman, you’re not letting me sleep either way!” He growled and gave your side a pinch. You gasped and swatted his hand away, deciding to turn the movie off and settling comfortably in his protective arms.

Minutes passed and the bedroom was silent, only the sounds of breathing could be heard. You were slowly drifting off to sleep when—

“Katsuki…” You poked him, whispering.

“What?” He groaned, his voice being muffled against your shirt.

“You’re snoring, I can’t sleep.” You poked him again.

He grumbled, pulling you closer to his body before replying, “For the last time, woman, I don’t snore.”

“Yes you do, that’s literally why I can’t sleep.” You said matter-of-factly to which he scoffed. “Yeah? Then prove it.” He spoke, his eyes still closed.

You groaned into the darkness. “What am I supposed to do, record you?”

“Sure, make it your damn ringtone while you’re at it. Maybe that’ll shut you up.” He smirked lazily, hugging you tighter.

You could only blink in response, the audacity this man had! However, you bit back a laugh. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah? And you’re still awake, so whose fault is that?”

You shook your head, smiling and snuggling into him, wrapping your arms around him lazily again. “Whatever, just let me sleep.”

“G’night, dumbass.” He murmured, pressing a gentle, lazy kiss to your forehead before drifting off to sleep….and snoring again.

You sighed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Tonight was going to be a loooong night.

© CHSVOK. please do not plagiarize, copy, or translate my work in any way, shape, or form.

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yeah, this is my pet knight, she's a rescue. i gave her a brief act of mercy and she followed me home and sat outside my door to guard me from intruders. she swore her undying allegiance to me in exchange for a gift of grace and now she sleeps at the foot of my bed and weeps when im late coming home. and yeah, she only eats wet food because she's a snob, also.

My guess for redacted—Lady Nagant. She got to be reformed, saved from her past. She got to restart and be a new person.

And what do you (reader) get? Erased. You never existed. Your contributions are hidden in the back of the skeleton filled closet with the rest of the Commission's old sins.

It's not that you hate her, oh no. You think sometimes you're happy for her. And other times you just wish she would evaporate into nothingness. She might be one of the only people who really understands what you've been through and that is scarier than her triple digit kill count.

Love you and your writing 💞💓🫰

cw: assault mention

I dont think it was her. but I think she was the reason that reader never told anyone.

maybe they used to have a mentor/pupil relationship. reader was supposed to be her replacement one day, someone to clean up messes just like Lady Nagant. Hawks was always the commissions favorite, but she hoped. she hoped that she was Nagant's favorite.

its weeks after it happened. [redacted] has been hovering around the commission, 'accidentally' bumping into you over and over again. it's getting hard to force a smile, so you find yourself in Lady Nagant's wake, riding her coat tails for the security.

"He's been watching you," she points out the moment you two are alone.

You nod. She just sighs and goes back to her work, adjusting the sights on her rifle- the one that isn't attached to her.

"You shouldn't make a habit-" she says it low. "Of sleeping with married men. People will think you're a slut."

Your stomach revolts and your throat goes wet with acid. It takes a moment to swallow the feeling down and mirror Nagant. How does she know? Is it the look in his eye? Or has he told people that you were with him willingly?

"I didn't-," you mumble, cool as you can. "I think he-"

A deep breath does nothing to calm your racing heart. It feels like another betrayal from your own body, fighting against what you want-

"I think he raped me."

The sentence sits heavy between you, but Lady Nagant doesn't look up from her work.

"I think you learned a valuable lesson," she says. "All of these heroes are just as vile as anyone else."

She pulls the receiver back, then lets it click forward.

"It's your fault for being stupid enough to trust a man."

I can't believe your here!

Mon's heaven is to have his family

tiktok reader sees Redacted at a gala honoring heroes and she just. watches from a distance

Leather and Lace

BikerBakugou x Ballet instructor

Part 4

(All photos from Pinterest)

You’d been grumbling to yourself as you balanced the bowl of water in your hand, swinging the door open with your other, in a rage you couldn’t quit place. As the wooden door flies open and you lean forward to place the bowl onto the porch Izukus cat had apparently claimed as home- a hand reaches out to grab the stupid Gatorade you’d tucked securely under your arm. You didn’t have to look up to know it was Bakugou, the black jeans and black sneakers you were eye level with were proof enough.

“Don’t you have illegal money you can spend on your own beverages?” You hadn’t quite settled from the shaking from your almost run in with the law, so seeing Bakugou with a smug look on his face made your anger worse. “Stop coming here, I don’t want t-.”

“I didn’t come here for the drink, just needed you to open the door.” You hadn’t even returned to your full height, but Bakugou was strolling past you and into your home that you hadn’t invited him into. “We need to talk.”

“Get the hell out-.” Your protests are cut short, and completely ignored when Bakugou places his phone to his ear and steps into your living room. “What the hell!?”

“I’m working on it, stop blowing my phone up.” You could see his shoulders tensing as a loud voice yells from his phone. Who ever he was speaking to, was not too happy and Bakugou clearly didn’t want to be speaking to them about it. “I told you it wasn’t her. Pull me from the roster and tell your damn investors to mind their business the only contract I’m signing is one that gets me far the hell away from you.”

Bakugou ends the call and shoves his phone into his front pocket, you didn’t know if you should continue trying to kick him out or question what the hell he’d been talking about. As the air stills around you and headlights pass through the living room Bakugou finally turns back to face you. The uncomfortable and tense moment he’d just experienced seeming to have passed before you’ve registered what was happening.

“You decorate this place yourself?” He asks, eyes roaming your colorfully decorated living room painfully. While his face twists in disgust seeing your choice in decor, you clear your throat to catch his attention. “Never mind, I can tell you did.”

“Why did you just let yourself into my home?” You weren’t expecting company and seeing the pile of dishes in your sink suddenly made you feel self conscious. “And can you leave now?”

The Gatorade he’d lied about wanting is set on your coffee table, being forgotten as Bakugou plops down onto your vibrantly yellow sofa. For someone who accused you of stalking him- he sure was making himself at home. You’d asked him to leave and instead he sat himself in your spot.

“Who else did you blab to?” A frustrated sigh escaped his parted lips, making you raise an eyebrow in disbelief. He came all the way here to ask that? That’s literally why they invented cellphones. “And what did they have to say?”

“You couldn’t have texted me? You have no issue texting me for a damn sports drink.” You’d already been in a weirdly angry mood before he showed up so his stupid reason for showing up was just the icing on the cake. “You need to leave.”

“I feel like it’s in your best interest I stay put.” Awfully arrogant. You scoff and cross your arms, sitting on the opposite side of the couch and glancing in his direction. He looked calm, but the twitch of his index finger resting on his thigh made you question if he was just pretending to be. “Someone mentioned you by name to me, heard about what happened with the cops.”

“Me?” No one had been around when Bakugou pulled up and got you out of there. Did Jiro tell someone else? She wouldn’t have, right? “I only told Jiro. All she told me was she was surprised you helped.”

“You understand that if you’d have stopped following me around this would have never happened, right?” His eyes stay trained on your bread shaped coasters while you fight the urge to scream. “Stop coming around and you should be fine.”

“You’re aware you showed up here, right? Maybe you should stop coming around.” The constant accusation that you’d been following him around was starting to make you boil with anger. “Let’s not forget, you continue to approach me. You continue to text me. I’m not sure what gave you the impression I’m obsessed with you, but I promise you it’s actually quite the opposite.”

Your feet tuck themselves below you, angling you to face the man who stared back at you with an angry expression. If you didn’t know any better, you’d assume he was actually bothered you weren’t obsessed with him. He came here to talk about your name being brought up, so maybe he truly was obsessed.

“Look, whatever is going on will blow over eventually, I can guarantee I won’t be at another one of those races. Against my will or not.” You notice his finger that had been previously twitch now twists a black ring on his middle finger. Was he really this worried? Was it because he knew who your dad was? “Why are you worried anyway? Wouldn’t I be the one in trouble? You didn’t say they mentioned you by name.”

“If my suspicions are correct, you’re only being mentioned to attempt to drag me down when you fall.” What? Why would anyone assume he’d be the one helping you if you were in trouble over this? As far as literally everyone( including yourself) knew, you hardly even knew him. “You work at the dance place right?”

He had to have heard about it from Izuku, but you were still surprised he knew anything about you at all. Like previously mentioned, you hardly knew him and figured he hardly knew you either. Still, knowing he knew where you worked made you wonder if that day in the rain he’d only gone past you because he knew you’d be there. He seemed to have splashed you on purpose any way.

“Why does it matter?” You question instead. Figuring bringing up the rain incident would only piss both of you off more. “Looking for a job? I don’t think teaching little kids ballet would really suit y-.”

“I know someone who goes by there, I’ll have him keep an eye on you.” A hand runs through his hair, another sigh leaving his lips as he stands to his feet. “Stop letting raccoon eyes drag you out so much. It’s obvious you don’t enjoy it anyway.”

“Hold on- keep an eye on me?” You all but laugh, you weren’t a child who needed baby sat. Plus, if your name was brought up what could his friend do against the literal police? “Unless your buddies a cop I don’t see how he could be of much help.”

“Firstly, he’s not my buddy. He just owes me a few favors.” Looking up at him, you can’t help but feel a weird sense of relief. At least he seemed to want to keep you out of trouble. Even if it was trouble you never wanted to be a part of to begin with. “Secondly, he is a cop. Unfortunately for you though, I could care less if you got arrested.”

“Huh? Then why are you worried that someone knows my name?” He says nothing, watching you stand to your feet to follow him to the door. He came over to talk, yet he wasn’t giving you much information at all. “You’re sending me a baby sitter, that implies you care if I get arrested.”

His hand reaches for the doorknob, not commenting on what you’d said and ignoring you clear thirst for information. With little time to react and a thousand questions running through your mind, you reach forward and slide the lock before his fingertips can even come in contact with the metal. If he was going to show up, let himself in and then send someone to keep tabs on you- he could at least tell you why.

“I forgot, daddy probably never taught you to mind your business.”

His jab seemed to be spiteful, as if your relationship with your father had affected him somehow and throwing it in your face made him feel better about what ever it was that bothered him about it. Your eyebrows come together in confusion, not noticing him reaching around you to unlock the door and pull it open in one swift motion. The door comes in contact with your back, pushing you forward just enough to collide with his chest.

“Learn to stay out of things you know nothing about.” The embarrassment trailing up your neck reaches your face the moment he looks down at you. “It’s not the police I’m worried about, your dad would bail you out regardless of your lack of communication.”

“Then who are you worried about?” You couldn’t think of a reason he’d show up here if not for the police nearly catching you. You step back, tucking your hair behind your ears as you press further. “The police are the only people who’d be looking for me right? To try and link me to the racing or whatever, so-.”

“I don’t have time to explain this shit to you, so just carry on and stay the hell away so I can handle it without you showing up every time I leave my house.” Your eyes roll, watching as he steps onto the porch where, of course, Izukus cat laid happily. “Just take the damn cat in, he hates Dekus place. It’s not like you have company to worry about him anyway.”

You can’t help but feel annoyed as he reminds you that you don’t have company. He was probably just assuming, but hearing him acknowledge it was both embarrassing and infuriating. Your hand resting on the door begins to close it shut, not caring to properly tell this man goodbye.

“I guess your daddy never taught you to mind your business.”

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-Parchy

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hawks nesting instincts go soooo crazy when you’re in his house wearing his close all fed and content and sated he gets soooo weird

thinking about teacher izuku who ended up in a fuck buddies situation with you but always wanted more.

as in this man would literally make breakfast for you, iron your clothes for you, clean you up after, buy your favourite snacks for you and just like literally do whatever you want but your still like “nope, this is just sex, leave me alone”

but he DOESNT LET UP like even outside the bedroom he will try and speak to you but you tell him you don’t speak to your flings (which kinda hurt him but whatever)

the only reason you haven’t cut him off was bc the dick TEWWW GOODD

and the day you finally come over and stay the night without having sex with him, god this man is cheering and texting katsuki

“Lskqobqn she’s here omfg omfg WE ARE HANGING OUT”

“text me again about her i fucking DARE you.”

ugh izuku is actually just a lover boy