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in my slut era (I want to lace my fingers with yours and make little circles on the back of your hand with my thumb).
toutoshodoroki asked:
I am totally and hopelessly in love with Dynamy and I don’t care who knows it
So say in the MHA universe that it was Dynamight’s PR team crafted Dynamy to celebrate a collab with another brand (most likely he agreed in the first place because Two Weeks Notice secretary eagerly suggested it)
How do you think he’d react if Reader secretary was just as in love with Dynamy? Just thinks he’s the cutest lil’ thing in the world? Do you think he’d be jealous? Internally freaking out because it’s essentially him you love so much? (In his mind it’s the same, anyway.)
kingkatsuki answered:
He hates it.
He fucking hates how stupid this little mascot looks as he sits in one of the chairs inside the meeting room while his PR team drone on about how great this will be for his image. And for the first time in his career, it has Bakugou wondering whether a boost to his rating is really worth this. He’ll just help a few old ladies cross the road, or pose for a couple of selfies instead? At least then he wouldn’t have to deal with this.
The mascot bounces cartoonishly across the screen as Bakugou furrows his brows, remembering the exact reason he’d agreed to do this shit. Your eyes practically lit up when you saw the email with the prototype picture of Dynamy attached, cooing at how adorable he looked on the screen as you turned it to face your boss. Bakugou almost blanched at the sight of it, why couldn’t you just be happy with a squishmallow like everyone else? But now here he was about to release a line of merch with this stupid picture all over it, including his own squishmallow.
The conversation in the room shifts to numbers and Bakugou’s already had enough, reaching over to grab one of the squishy plush prototypes that are sitting on the desk as he holds it in his hands. Squishing it together to distort it before pulling it apart, glancing up when he hears someone ask what he thinks, “I don’t give a shit, but I’m takin’ this.”
Bakugou loosens his tie as he makes his way back up to his floor, the stupid toy still in his hand as he holds it awkwardly away from his body, as though he’s embarrassed to even be seen with it as the elevator doors ding open.
“How was the meeting?” You smile from behind your desk as you notice your boss walking towards you, “You’re out earlier than I thought you’d be—”
But Bakugou doesn’t respond, instead he thrusts his hand out to offer the big Dynamy squishmallow to you, and your reaction solidifies that the hellish meeting and weeks to come were more than worth it.
You squeal as you grab the plush with both hands, almost forgetting where you were. Your eyes practically morph into little hearts as he sees the twinkle glittering behind them as you squeeze it to your chest, burying your lips into the top of it as you almost sway from side to side.
Bakugou’s never been so jealous of an inanimate object until now, his brows furrowed as you coo over the toy.
“Is this the prototype? Oh my god, I love him so much.” You gush, looking up at your boss who’s shamelessly staring at you, wishing he could pull his phone out of his pocket to snap a photo.
“Yeah, it is.” He rasps.
“He’s so soft— Oh, you probably want it back?” You almost pout as you move to hand it back.
“Nah,” Bakugou shakes his head, “Keep it.”
“Are you sure? Won’t someone need it?” You continued hugging the plush to your body as you gave it a final squeeze, fully prepared to give him up.
“I got it for you.” Bakugou smiles softly before walking towards his office, leaving you sat behind your desk hugging a plush of him.
Just thinking about virgin Kirishima and his canonically big cock (again).
Warnings: 18+, size kink.
Red Riot, who even as a hulking wall of muscle doesn’t realise just how big he is. He towers over you, over everyone really, and yet he still has absolutely no idea that he’s so well endowed. Even back in his high school days when the boys in the locker room noticed him packing and told him repeatedly how lucky he is, and how jealous they are, he still doesn’t understand that he’s fucking huge.
So when he’s pressed up against your pretty body and he’s settled between your thighs, you can feel it pressed against your clothed cunt. A sheer indication of its size as you feel trepidation begin to whirl in your abdomen while he gives you a shy smile, as though he’s nervous about your reaction.
“Is this okay?” He mumbles shyly, and even that has your cunt clenching as you nod your head before he’s even finished the question.
And when he finally pulls down his pants and the heavy weight of him flops out, drooping low as the leaky tip points towards the ground— a sheer indication of just how thick and heavy he is, you’re looking at him in a mixture of trepidation and awe.
But Kirishima is even more confused when you ask him how it’s going to fit.
“What?” His cheeks flush the same colour as his mane of hair as he stares down at your pretty eyes.
Although he’s inexperienced, only a few messy fumbles under his belt, he’s watched enough porn to know what he’s doing— kind of. But the question throws him off guard as he asks what you mean, worried that he’s done something wrong and this will be over before it’s even started.
But wordlessly you take his massive wrist in one of your smaller hands, wrapping your fingers around it as you lead him between your thighs. Parting your legs to give Kirishima the perfect view of your creamy cunt as he wets his bottom lip, crimson eyes intent on your figure as you press the tip of his index finger against your drooling hole. Letting him feel the way your walls clench around him at the intrusion, the sensation enticing him in deeper as his cock throbs at just how tight, wet and warm you are.
“Oh,” He mumbles, that’s what you meant. And fuck, you really are tight—
Because even this mountain of a man has no idea how it’s going to, but he’s going to do everything in his power to make it fit.
your sweet boyfriend kiri has a hard time saying mean things to you in bed but you want it so bad and he wants nothing more than to make you happy, so he calls katsuki and puts him on speaker so his best friend can degrade you while he rails you
It’s Katsuki’s idea.
When Kirishima comes to him for relationship advice, he usually looks at him incredulously — “why the fuck are ya askin’ me?” — but this time is different. This time he’s happy to help. What are best friends for, right?
He initially snorts at Kiri’s sheepish expression. “Whaddya mean she wants you to be mean? You don’t fuck her hard enough or somethin’?”
The red head brings his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it awkwardly. “She says it’s not that. She says she wants me to be mean to her like, like with my words.”
“Hah? Like dirty talk?”
“Yeah but like… degrading.”
“What like… callin’ her a slut and shit?”
Kiri’s eyes widen at that. His friend is able to say it so easily, so nonchalantly, as if calling a woman a slut was like calling her ‘ma’am’. “Yeah, exactly.”
Bakugo leans back in his seat, studying his friend closely. The way he’s avoiding eye contact, a blush playing on his cheeks from just talking about it — the guy is way too nice do to some shit like that, he knows that. But he asks anyway: “So why don’t you just call her a slut?”
Kiri’s flush deepens, threatening to match the shade of his hair. “Bro I don’t think I can. Feels fucked up.”
Yeah, this guy is way too nice to give his cute little girlfriend the treatment she wants. Katsuki on the other hand?
He smirks to himself. What are best friends for?
Despite his huffing and puffing the entire time, Bakugou picks you up when you ask. You’re outside of the bar your friends had invited you all to, everyone packing up and gearing to go home but you—you’re tired. It’s been a long week, you didn’t really want to go out in the first place, but you did because Kirishima and Denki kept begging you and Bakugou to come, calling you both lovesick recuses.
But now, it’s late, your shoes are hurting your feet, you’re a little tipsy and you just want to lay down. You ask Bakugou if he can pick you up, carry you the entire way back to the car, and he begrudgingly agrees. Hefts you up into his arms with his hands under your ass and thighs, your bag slung over his shoulder, as you hold your shoes in your hands, arms wrapped around him. You rest your face against his thick neck, lipgloss smearing and sticky against his skin as you kiss and nibble at it the entire walk to the car.
“Stop it, woman.” He grumbles to you with no malice in his voice. You chuckle under your breath, eyes fluttering closed as you relax into his embrace. And you know there are people taking pics of you, your friends and strangers alike, of Dynamight carrying his partner as you both walked down the street to your parked car at midnight. You know there’s gonna be headlines of you getting too drunk and being unable to walk, but god, those tabloids are gonna be so wrong.
You just wanted the closeness of your lover, to be held and carried and squeezed every time you inhale his natural smoky and sweet scent. Just wanted to feel him wrapped around you, peck at the side of your neck with every few steps. Just wanted to feel him, feel safe, let go of the ache and stress of the world, even if it’s through a few minute carry to your car. That’s all you need, and Bakugou is always more than willing to give it to you.
Oh my god this is exactly what I needed this morning!!!🥺💕
You’ve been Dynamight’s secretary for one year, two months, six days and four hours. You’re the best secretary he’s ever had, but now you’ve given him your two weeks notice. Bakugou can’t hide his disappointment at losing you, and wonders why you’re leaving him to go and work for another hero— Pro-Hero Manual. But you can’t give him the real answer.
It’s been the best job you’ve ever had, but it’s slowly become the worst because you just can’t avoid the feelings you harbour for your boss. Working beneath him has a dull ache continuing to grow in your chest, and you’ve decided to do what you think is best for yourself and leave. So you’ve handed in your notice, but Dynamight isn’t going to let you go that easily, he’s determined to remind you why he loves you working here, and why he wants you to stay— because he’s just as in love with you.
If only he could admit it.
Here you will find lots of little drabbles about working at Dynamight’s agency with Bakugou. They can be read in any order, and have no real timeline. More will be added as inspiration strikes, and please feel free to send me your own thoughts!
Anonymous asked:
bakugo dates to marry and keep you forever and i will die on that hill
he believes in soulmates but he will never ever admit that. plus he probably loses hope of ever finding his
until you come around, that is
best believe you’re the love of his life
kingkatsuki answered:
This.
I'm so grateful for @buggachat 's Bakery Enemies AU and I am so obsessed with the way they've been having this heartfelt rollercoaster conversation and the whole time adrien is not wearing any pants