[10:51am]

Valentine’s day Event!!

It’s started late because I have been busy but every day for the rest of February there will be a new something for Bakugou!!! Please please please feel free to give me prompts/requests, everything but smut <3 happy reading!!!

Event fics here:

Day 1: More Thankful Than You Know

Day 2: So This Is Love

Day 3: s/o who’s love language is touch

Day 4: “Then Who Should I Give My Time To?”

Day 5: I’ll Be Your Voice

Bakugou being a soft dom chocking reader

And grinding on her Some Degration if you don’t mind

I luv ur work

18+ mdni, fem!reader // cw: choking, bondage, degrading, established relationship. soft dom!bakugou.

i see this with a slightly older, more experienced bakugou. when he's more calm and patient towards the world to surround him.

definitely has to be an established relationship, even better if you're his long-term girlfriend or perhaps even his wife. he's a man who loves being in control, however he also greatly appreciates it if you trust him entirely with your body and free will; allowing his hands to hold the reins when it comes to making decisions in the bedroom. he just wants to make you feel good and is happiest when you let him do so; when you let him feel needed.

and years of intimate partnership can bring that to the table. along with other things.

i think when you'd both be in the mood for something a bit more special and he wouldn't be all that tired because of his job, he'd take control over your body slowly; carefully. unlike his earlier years, he'd take his time in a way you wouldn't even notice him taking over because of how he'd be able to keep you busy with little affections that would make sure you're being spoiled rotten - right to the core. just like his pretty little wife deserves.

so imagining bakugou as a soft dom, he'd be up for some bondage. nothing too extravagant - he's more of an easy, quick access kind of guy - he'd restrain you by tying your wrists to the headboard of the bed, but would also leave soft, open-mouthed kisses along both of your forearms whilst checking the knots aren't tied too tight. he'd run his warm hands all over your half-naked body, all until your spine would be pushing upwards from the mattress and your mouth would be pleading him to please, please, please give you more.

he'd cool down the warm saliva he'd leave on your skin by blowing on it, tired red eyes watching you shiver in the midst of it. he'd make you soaking wet with all this warm, soft-around-the-edges attention he'd be showering you with, all until a damp patch would form right over the delicate cotton of your panties, despite that he didn't even start touching you between your legs yet. he'd kiss you gently, but would also apply pressure with the way he'd push his tongue into your mouth so that he'd be able to swallow your needy moans. he's greedy.

the dominance would start to show in the way he'd hold you by the jaw when you'd start to whine, and by the way he would make you keep kissing him until he's satisfied - usually until your lips feel swollen and awfully tender, and his own turn a dark pink. he'd leave your legs unrestrained just so you'd be able to wrap them around his waist and he'd feel your warmth as you'd both start to rock against each other.

he wants you close when he's in control. always wants you wrapped around him, feeling every limb of yours on him.

i think the pure, blatant need you'd start exhibiting for him during all this teasing would make this man so hard it'd hurt. you'd just feel a firm bulge pressing between your sopping folds the moment he gets you completely naked. he grows bigger and bigger, the cotton of his sweatpants absorbing your arousal, making an outright mess on the fabric which he surprisingly doesn't seem to care about in that exact moment. he starts grinding against you in response, more eager by the minute, like a dirty dog of a husband, even if he's drowning you in loving kisses and sweet touches that would otherwise make your teeth ache if it wasn't done by him.

and fuck, he's so big above you. one of his scarred hands is right next to your head, the other resting on your lower back; pulling you upwards at the middle just so that he can feel you even better. you want to touch him so bad, claw at him, mark him, anything, but you can't. the stupid restraints are driving you insane, and he can sense it as you try to pull free to tame the heat that's forming in your thighs and is climbing higher, higher, higher. your evident desperation brings a smile forward and it's goddamn sneaky, like one of a feline as it curls against your hot, panting mouth even if he's nowhere near as graceful as a cat.

he isn't all that verbal, he never is during sex, but you can hear him grunting softly; deep breaths mixing in-between each sound that rumbles deep in his chest like thunder. he hunches and covers you entirely with his bigger body as his tongue itches to say something vulgar. giving into temptation, he degrades you because it's in the heat of the moment, but he does make sure to sneak in compliments into the harshness just so you don't start to scold him in return.

because, unexpectedly, you wear the pants in this relationship.

so he calls you his pretty slut, his needy little girl that's so pathetic because of how badly she wants his dick. he tells you that he's positive you'll do just about anything to get him to stuff you full; that you look like the part in that exact moment. that you look like a girl who'd gladly accept his load; all nasty and depraved, squirming on top of the sheets like that. that if you love having his tongue in your mouth like that, he wonders what you'll be like the moment he goes lower and sticks it into your sticky little hole instead.

and he's gently cooing at you as he speaks those filthy words into your ear or into your mouth, and is perhaps even mocking and making fun of your little mewls and pleas which sound almost broken as they leave your throat because of his hand that has wound up around your neck at some point.

he chokes you as he ruts into you in a way that makes you feel him entirely; even through the layers of clothes he still has on. you want to gasp but he applies just enough pressure that it ever so slightly restricts your airway, making you shudder from the sensation that you know he'll keep on the safe side. thick digits dig deep in all the right places as your mouth pops open and he uses the chance to kiss you again. make you burn all over and experience heatwaves that cause sweat to glimmer on your already-dewy skin.

you can feel him between your legs, all throbbing and heavy when he places his tongue atop your own again. the weight of his cock makes your gaze drop downward and your toes curl against the small of his back as you try to push your hips upwards to gain even more friction. to gain even more pleasure. and he sneers at that ever so slightly, and chuckles at it, too. his thumb drags along your jawline as he squeezes your neck to make you look at him again, and his tired grin is faint but it shines bright like a thousand suns because it is so very rare.

all of it is an assertive kind of control that only years of trust and shared experiences can bring, but it is never forceful; never quite as mean. he cares about you, even as he speaks filth and hints at wanting to fuck you like you're nothing but a mere toy. he loves you even if in that moment - just that single, fleeting moment - he loves your pussy just a little bit more.

your reactions make him feel confident. make him feel like this strong, capable man who you'd fawn over like some silly damsel in distress and who you depend on. he'd never admit it, but it lights up that primal, purely male part of his brain and he just can't help it. he knows you're capable of taking care of yourself just fine, but it's ingrained into his psyche whether he likes it or not.

and all of it makes you nearly delirious, too. he's got that dazed look in his eye as he watches you offer yourself to him so blatantly; the one that makes him pick up the pace and that has you wrapped around his little finger. the one that has got your entrance fluttering around nothing because you're just so ready to take him already. to love him properly the moment he sets you free.

patient, older bakugou has an effect like that, i suppose. he wipes your brain cells away one by one; until you're dumb even before he fucks you into something even dumber.

I refuse to accept his 'death'. I believe they're gonna bring him back, they have to, right???

⚠️MHA SPOILERS IN THE ASK^⚠️

im not gonna go in depth but yes i think so too. I think he’s come too far as a main character to kill him off but if he actually does die just for shock factor then i don’t know. Amelia is trying not to think about it 😁

i need some raunchy smut

Every tutoring session with boyfriend Bakugou in your rooms eventually turns into a heated make-out session to which he always puts a momentary stop to take off his glasses and toss them on the desk before he either pulls you to his lap or backs you onto the bed, not realizing just how crazy that little gesture drives you every time

Mmm, look at you.  Is your cute little clitty getting hard from the slide of my fingers in your hole?  It’s almost like you want more, the way you keep pushing back against my hand.   There’s no mistaking how aroused you get when I fingerfuck you, but you’ll have to hold out a bit longer.  Be good for me and hold on, let me curl my fingers up and rub that spot inside of you– oh, you liked that, didn’t you?  Look at the mess you’re making.  Good girl.

my heart hurts

Roommate! Bakugou who slowly watches his friends fall in love, watches them share their lives with someone. He sees the way they look at their person, sees how that kind of love changes someone. And he’s happy for them, truly, even when it means they have less time to hang out.

But he can’t help but ache.

He’d give anything to feel that. To be that attached to someone. To be holding someone like that.

Every time time that ache starts to feel like it’s too much, that it’s going to consume him from the inside out, you’re there.

He’s had a few relationships, sure, but he’s never really been in love. Not truly. Until he fell for you, that is. Silently, painfully, and unexpectedly.

He knows you don’t mean to be his beacon. He knows it’s all unintentional, the way you pull him out of that ache. He especially knows you don’t mean to be the reason for that ache.

He knows he could love you the way you want, the way you both deserve, if you’d just give him a chance. But he also knows you’re afraid.

He’s held you while you cried over being cheated on, brought you food when you’d get so down you’d stop eating. And he was the one who broke your ex’s nose when he had the audacity to talk down to you in front of him.

He knows you’ve been hurt. He understands why you’re scared to let someone know you again. Except he already does. He knows your favorite color, he knows your favorite food, which shows you watch when you’re sad, he notices the way you stay up late and bake things when you can’t sleep, or the way you pick at your nails when you’re anxious. Inside and out, he knows you, loves you.

He just doesn’t know what it’s like to be loved by you.

But there are moments when he’s sure he gets a glimpse:

Movie nights where you end up under the same blanket as him, fast asleep and curled into his side or against his chest.

Quiet moments when he has an important interview and you have to help him with his tie, soothing his worries without him saying a word about them.

Pro-Hero events where you’re his plus one and you press close to him for pictures, smiling warmly up at him with your hand on his chest.

He wants nothing more than to feel your love unbridled, to see you love without caution. He wishes he could tell you to just fall for him, assure you that he’ll catch you.

But for now, he’ll just have to feel that ache.

my virgin ass needs some dick 😁😁😁😁

Commenting on how strong bakugou is all the time making his ego inflate 10 fold, but only when you say it. Like greeting him at the door after he finishes a workout and his muscles have a layer of sweat still making them glisten. And he’s talking to you except you’re completely zoned out staring at them. Once he notices what the hell you’re looking at he will tease you to no end,

“Ohhh I see, you like my arms, baby?” He says while flexing his biceps practically making you drool and he just laughs at you not even mad you weren’t listening.

Or he will ask you for massages on his back because that’s your favorite part of him. It’s just so strong and so sexy how could you not love it?

“So fuckin sore lately. You mind rubbin my back, pretty girl?”

“Yes!” you say a liiiitttle too quickly, moving to straddle his lower back sensually rubbing his exposed skin.

OR OR OMG when things are getting … heated between the two of you and you’re like making out on a wall or something, he will always pick you up so your hips are around his waist. Not only because he knows you love it when he shows his strength but it gives straight access to your pussy so he can slowly roll his hips into yours while continuing to kiss you.

“Jump baby. Fuck yeaa thats my good girl.”

sorry if that was a lot i’m a new anon

i choose 🫐 if it isn’t already taken

hi baby!! welcome here!!🥺 ofc you can be 🫐 anon!!

- nd you got me screaming without the s!!!!

i’m such a slut for his muscles and strength!!!🥺

Or when y’all are in the bedroom in the morning and Katsuki is going through the closet trying to choose what to wear with his back completely facing you, with each movement his muscles moves and he can feel your gaze burning his neck!! That’s when he slightly turn his head to the side, watching you from the corner of his eyes as he smirks at the way you were ogling at him shamelessly

And he’s such a asshole about it too!! A small grunt — almost sounding like a deep moan — escaped from his throat as he started to stretch, fully teasing you as he faked innocence, pretending that he didn’t caught you staring at his muscled that he proudly built over time, making your brain and heart melt once again as you closed your thighs for some sort of friction.

“tsukiii..” the way you whine for him was what made him 100% sure that he caught you on his trap. A devilish smirk grew on his face, before he turned to you and approached you with a condescending gaze.

“does my muscles turn you on, princess?” He chuckled, placing his thumb on your lower lip while his pointer finger curled under your chin, causing your full attention to be only on him and nothing else… you are such a good girl for him!!

You nodded at his words with a small whine, dumbly opening your mouth and letting him slide his thumb against your tongue before pressing on it. At this point you looked up at him with nothing but hearts in your eyes — making his dick throb painfully against his sweat !! He can’t take it anymore !!

“so good f’me, huh, pretty girl?” He spoke, now placing both of his hands right under your ass and picking you up to wrap your legs around his hips — causing you to press your covered core against his hard on, making you mewl for him again…

“c’mon, gimme a kiss, pretty”

oh that kiss turned into so much more!!