do u ever send smth in a chat thats not even risqué like “i luv salsa” but no one responds so u start overthinking it like…. maybe one of their parents died making salsa…… maybe they were all just talking abt how they hate salsa……. maybe salsa isnt evn real and they have no idea what im talking abt
You deserve the world baby❤️
This blog will briefly become a shrine to The Cruel Prince series. Please excuse the chaos.
I wonder how long it’ll take us as a society to stop policing how OTHERS, not even yourself, handles and deals with trauma.
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acidentally snooping on bf! katsuki's phone and seeing something... kinky.
you were just on katsuki’s phone, playing subway surfers. you honestly didn’t even remember because the moment you accidentally swiped to his notes app, your eyes landed on a particular note titled “shit to try w/ her” and curiosity got the best of you.
at first, you thought it was something mundane—maybe new date ideas, training routines, or even a new recipes. but as soon as you opened it, your face went hot.
because it was a list. a very detailed list of all the filthy things katsuki wanted to do to you. some of it was stuff you’d already done—rougher, filthier things that had you squeezing your thighs together just remembering them. but then there were the others. the things he clearly hadn’t brought up yet.
shit to try w/ her
- overstimulating her (worse than usual. she looks so pretty when she cries on my dick)
- mirror sex while making her watch (want her to see how fuckin’ pretty she looks fallin’ apart.)
- recording it (for us only).
- thigh riding while i just sit back and watch (bet she'd whine so fuckin pretty too)
- more praise. (she likes that. she gets all shy. cute as fuck.)
- see how many times i can make her come in a single night.
your eyes widened at that last one. oh.
you kept scrolling, your thighs pressing together involuntarily. you knew katsuki was a freak, but seeing it written out like this, with all the little notes and thoughts he’d clearly been holding onto—made your breath hitch.
this was… a lot. not that you were opposed to most of it, but the fact that katsuki was sitting on this list, keeping it to himself, planning? that was almost hotter than the list itself.
you were still staring at the screen when you heard the bathroom door open. before you could react, a shadow loomed over you.
“the fuck you doin’?” katsuki’s voice was gruff, but he sounded relaxed—like he was toweling off his hair as he walked into the room.
you scrambled to lock his phone, but it was too late. the second he saw the look on your face, the way you were gripping his phone like you’d just uncovered a government secret, his eyes narrowed.
“…what did you see?” his voice was cautious now, tinged with suspicion.
you slowly turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “me? what are you doing making a list of all the filthy things you wanna do to me?”
katsuki froze .a slow, deep flush crept up his neck, spreading to his ears. his jaw clenched, his hands twitching at his sides like he wasn’t sure if he should snatch his phone away or act like nothing happened.
“…you weren’t supposed to see that.”
your smirk widened. “oh? and when was i supposed to?”
he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “dunno. when i fuckin’ brought it up.”
you leaned in, voice teasing. “well, damn. didn’t know you had all these filthy little fantasies about me.”
“shut up,” katsuki sputtered, face burning, his hand swiping for the phone. he groaned, burying his face in his hands. “fuckin’ kill me.”
you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “y’know, all you had to do was ask, baby.”
his fingers dug into your waist, his jaw clenching. “don’t—”
“i can’t believe you wrote it all down,” you teased breathlessly. “you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”
katsuki groaned, muffled against your neck. “i’m gonna kill you. you keep runnin’ that mouth, and i’ll start checkin’ shit off that list right now."
you bit your lip, feeling bolder. “you know… we could. cross something off the list.”
his eyes snapped to yours, darkening in an instant.
“…get on the bed.”
and then, without another word, he crushed his lips against yours and, well—you did end up checking something off that list that night. particularly, the last one.
you lost count somewhere after the third orgasm, but katsuki didn’t. oh no, he kept track. every time your body seized up, every time you sobbed his name, every time you gasped that you couldn’t take anymore—he whispered the number into your ear like a reminder.
“four,” he’d growled, dragging his thumb over your swollen clit. “look at you, fuckin’ cryin’ for me.”
“five,” he rasped later, his grip on your thighs tightening when you tried to squirm away. “told ya you could give me more.”
by the last one, your body was boneless, your voice gone, and your mind a hazy blur of pleasure. katsuki finally relented, collapsing beside you and pulling you into his chest.
you felt his lips press against your temple, his breathing uneven as he whispered, “fuckin’ champ.”
the morning after, you were sprawled across katsuki’s chest, his arm draped lazily around your waist as the sun peeked through the curtains. your entire body ached in the best way possible.
you groaned softly, shifting to get more comfortable, and his chest rumbled with a low chuckle, his fingers traced lazy patterns on your bare back. "you alive?"
"barely," you mumbled into his chest. "my legs hate you."
he chuckled, the sound vibrating beneath your cheek. "told ya you could take it."
you huffed a laugh, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. his crimson eyes were soft in the morning light, the usual sharpness replaced with warmth—and just a hint of smug pride.
“well, i didn’t know you were gonna go for the damn world record,” you teased. “how many times was it?”
his smirk deepened. “seven.”
your jaw dropped. “seven?”
“mhm,” he squeezed your waist. “you were real fuckin’ cute, too. cryin’, beggin’, squeezin’ me like that. thought you were gonna pass out on number six.”
your cheeks burned. “oh my god, stop.”
“why? can’t handle hearin’ how fuckin’ pretty you were last night?”
you covered your face with your hands, groaning. but katsuki was having none of it—he pried your hands away and pinned them to the mattress, leaning down until his lips brushed yours.
“seven,” he repeated against your mouth, grinning when you squirmed beneath him. “and next time? we’re goin’ for eight.”
‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ 。゚•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• 。゚ ‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧
WAR PAINT : MASTERLIST
PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem Reader SUMMARY: Desperate times force you to disguise yourself and join the King’s Guard. When a suspicious string of crimes strike the palace, however, Captain Katsuki Bakugou starts paying extra close attention. CONTENT: mulan elements, fantasy AU, hidden gender/secret identity, romance, aged up characters, some violence, eventual smut, afab fem reader, 18+, spin off of in cinders LENGTH: 28k, STATUS: complete
CHAPTERS
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two
three
four
five
six
seven
eight
nine
ten
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DELETED SCENES (requests for short drabbles related to the fic)
What was chapter 5 like from Bakugou’s point of view?
What is domestic life like for them after the fic?
Did they get married? What did Bakugou’s family think?
It’s been exactly seven days today that i started The Cruel Prince and i’ve INHALED every single book in that established universe. I need to lie down.
Nsfw below the cut !!
Thinking about Izuku who gets a little bit older and his voice grows a bit deeper. It’s raspy from all that screaming he did growing up. His hands are big and worn with scars and they easily dwarf your dainty little ones. He comes home with so much pent up frustration! The enemy got away and he hardly got to fight!! He still has adrenaline pumping through his veins.. all of that energy has to go somewhere. How can you deny him the outlet he needs?
So he coaxes his darling wife away from making dinner and slides you up on the counter. He fucking devours you. But he’s holding back. He’s trying so hard to be gentle with you.. that is until you blink up at him with your big doe eyes and long wet lashes. You look towards your thighs and your cheeks go red as you beg him to manhandle you.. to treat you like a toy. You bat your lashes at him and tell him you can take it. His girl can take it.
“Please zuku’” you whine.
He absolutely loses it. Hands all over you in an instant. He pries you thighs open and holds them there with his strong grip. His head is between your thighs and he’s eating you out like a man starved.
He’s moaning into your pussy and you know he’s saying the nastiest shit but it’s muffled and you can hardly hear it. Midoriya is so big on praise, he’ll break away just to tell you how good you are for him, how precious.. before he’s back at your cunt, lapping at your folds. He swirls his tongue around your clit, bringing two fingers up to tease your entrance. He slips his thick, calloused digits inside and hits that spongey spot you can never seem to reach on your own. He shudders when your hands find purchase in his hair. It makes him sob into you, the vibrations sending delicious shivers through your body. And when you go over the edge he doesn’t stop.
“One more f’me princess.”
But one turns into five and by the time his drooling cock is lining up with your entrance you’re twitching. But you said you could handle it. His girl CAN handle it, right? he fucks you mercilessly. He’s gripping you for dear life, mumbling things in your ear and cursing out that villain. You paw at his chest because it’s too hot and it’s too much and he’s everywhere. You’re so overstimulated, you can’t help the tears that slide down your cheeks. Izuku notices and laps them up, focusing back in on you and holding your face gently in contrast to the harsh movements of his hips. His eyes bore into yours and you can see his desperation.
“Cum with me baby. Last time. One more for me sweetheart.”
It’s so desperate, all of it is. Your clawing at his back as he fucks you. You can feel yourself approaching your high and you know he’s close too. With a whine you pull his face into your neck and cum hard. The way your plush walls squeeze around him has him reeling. When he finishes inside he collapses beside you.
Suddenly that sweet boy you met in highschool is back with you and he’s cleaning you up and asking if your all right. He runs a bath and feeds you the dinner you made before sliding into the tub with you and taking good care of you. When you flinch as his hands hit something sore he peppers kisses all over your back and shoulders. He asks if that was too much and you lean back into him reassuring him that you enjoyed it.
Izuku won’t go out of his way to manhandle you again.But maybe if you beg again he’ll give in…
[unedited for now]