HEADCANNONS + TEXTS WITH HIM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND . . .

— HEADCANNONS + TEXTS WITH HIM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND . . .

# bakugo katsuki x gn! reader : ̗̀➛ genre — fluff, crack, headcannons, social media au : ̗̀➛ warnings — swearing, kys/kms jokes : ̗̀➛ authors note — i spent last night just figuring out how to make these messages 😓😓. this is inspired by those twitter/messaging tiktoks of mha omg i love them so much. IGNORE THE AMOUNT OF LIKES ON BAKUGO' POST i edited a sza post for that lolz. and yeah he did change the playlist name 🤭. : ̗̀➛ likes, reblogs and comments appreciated !

VERY dry at texting.

you are one of the few people he actually replies to.

he only gets notifications from you and his parents because everyone else is muted.

does not use text slang/brainrot but is very much aware of it because of you and kaminari.

he smiles at your ‘i love you’ messages but won't say it back, opting to show you his love instead.

his love languages are acts of service and quality time. hence many of your texts being him calling you out to spar, check out a new restaurant or just simply be together in his or your room. whenever you two are in your room he will nag you about keeping your room clean and when you just shrug it off he'll end up cleaning your room for you. he also cooks for you a lot — you want to eat ramen for dinner tonight? no you will have a gourmet ass meal he prepared for you instead of that 'convenience store crap for the third time this week'.

one of the reasons he has social media is to hate on his friends acquaintances more efficiently.

literally one of those people on instagram who’s followers to following ratio is baffling.

most of his followers are fangirls and fanboys who stalked and found his account after the sports festival.

rarely posts and even when he does he ends up deleting it because the messages and comments are annoying to him (fans go crazy).

complains that you post too much but loves your little dumps and the stories you post about your outfit, hangouts, food or anywhere you went.

would never block you for too long, unblocking you after an hour just to see you messaging him your grocery list.

pays attention to your liked posts for potential gift/date ideas and grins when he sees the surprised and happy look on your face when he gives you the gift or takes you to the place you were eyeing.

something dies in him anytime you bring up those bf asmrs people make of him.

chats under the cut —

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shota holds you in his arms with your back against his chest, your legs spread wide and shaky. his skin is hot. it soothes a small part of your soul every time he nuzzles in a little closer. his fingers are thick and long enough to have your head falling back into his shoulder. you pant as he slowly fingers you. it’s messy and it sounds lewd, but you’re floating, so far gone that you hardly notice. "that's it, babygirl.... just relax." his voice is soft and smooth and low, carrying every thought away with it. a moan falls from your lips, louder than expected when he massages a tender spot deep in your silken walls. “shota,” you slur, lost in his touch. tender kisses graze your skin and make you shudder. he’s taking his time, gently pulling you along from one orgasm into another as he talks you through each one….

shota can fuck you stupid any day of the week, but this? he cherishes it. it’s far less often that he gets to lift your burdens for a little while as he holds you in his arms.

DESPERATE ┊ SHIGARAKI TOMURA

tags: AFAB reader, NSFT, desperate shigaraki, brief mention of a pocket pussy, unprotected sex, sex without prep, vaginal oral sex (reader receiving), creampie, cum eating, brief overstimulation, porn without plot

wc: 1k

“Do you need something?” You ask fondly, right hand raising to thread through Tomura’s hair. He’s looming over your body, supported by his forearms either side of your head, his game left on pause and abandoned.

He glares at the question, almost offended that you couldn’t read his mind. Tomura had no qualms about demanding things from you but he hated asking.

You knew what he wanted. You just thought he should use his words. In obvious confliction he takes his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing at the skin, and you press your thumb to his mouth to stop him.

“Don’t do that,” you murmur, his expression twisting into a scowl as the pad of your thumb wipes away the small smear of blood from his lip.

“Just—” he chokes on a low, frustrated snarl, gloved hands fisting into the plush of your pillows and rolling his hips forward, his hard cock pressing against you through the fabric of his sweats. He hisses with the movement, tucking his face into the crook of your neck, the friction sweet but still not enough.

"—wanna cum," he slurs.

“And you need me for that?” —You keep your tone light, eyes never leaving the screen of your phone, thoroughly enjoying his agitation — “why don’t you use your pocket pussy?”

Tomura was needy, insatiable, and more often than not you simply gave him what he wanted before he even knew he wanted it. But there were times that you liked him to work for it.

He exhales a broken groan, rutting between your legs in rough, short spurts as if he were still trying to restrain himself, the material of your shorts rubbing uncomfortably with the movement.

“Nothing feels as good as you,” he whines. His hands grope at the softness of your bare thighs, the seams of his leather artist gloves lightly scratching skin. A warmth blooms in your chest, endearment at his desperation, and a spark of pride at his confession.

You could deny him. Tomura was capable of committing heinous acts but he had never hurt you, nor had he ever forced you to do something. If you wished it, he would cum where he knelt, humping you like an animal in heat.

“Alright, baby. I’ll let you use me—” fingers soon curling into the waistband of your shorts, frantically tugging them over the curve of your hip, “—but be careful at first. Ok?”

The stretch of Tomura’s cock is more of an ache than it is a sting. You’re already a little wet as he sinks himself into your warm cunt, exhaling slowly to relax your muscles and accommodate him. His arms hook around your thighs and fold them against your chest, shuddering above you as he cages you beneath his body, whispering a chorus of stuttered ‘thank you’s into your hair.

“That’s it baby, take what you need”.

He loses himself in you, barely coherent and babbling. He was always so vocal, every thought that comes to his mind spilling from his mouth and your name spoken like a plea. Like a string pulled taut, Tomura snaps the moment your fingers brush the length of his spine, the slap of skin against skin reverberating throughout the bedroom.

“Kiss,” he pants against your cheek, and you turn your head to appease him. His tongue slides between your parted lips, messy and directionless, carried only by the need to be closer to you. He kisses you fervently, moaning into your mouth with every squeeze of your pussy. You feel the burn of your hamstrings, the ache in your hips and the swell of your unattended clit, breathing soft whimpers of your own.

When Tomura cums you almost don’t notice — because he doesn’t stop. Lewd, wet sounds echo in your ears, cum gradually slipping out of you onto the bed with each thrust of his softening cock. Wide crimson eyes bore into yours, wild and dilated, rolling into the back of his head as his knees shift, pressing you further into the bedsheets.

“S’it good, Tomura?” You murmur, attempting to coax him back to the surface.

“Hurts so good,” he hisses, expression twisting into a pained frown, mouth hung open and slick with spit. He ruts into you once, twice, before stilling his hips.

As he pulls out there’s an odd sense of emptiness. His shoulders rise and fall while he catches his breath, gaze drifting between your legs, watching your pussy clench around nothing, the last of his cum spilling onto the sheets.

He blinks slowly, contemplative, both gloved hands travelling the length of your thighs, and you startle when he bows forward to slide the flat of his tongue through your folds. You shake as Tomura laps up the remains of himself, fucking it back into you with his tongue, nose pressed against your swollen clit.

He inhales deeply, shamelessly, his fingers curling into the fat of your thighs, dimpling the skin. Loving praises tumble from your mouth and he finally, peers up at you from behind his bangs as he takes your clit between his lips, tantalising and softly rolling the tip of his tongue against you.

“Fuck,” you whine, head rolling forward and tucking your chin to your chest, brow furrowed in pleasure as you’re pulled closer to the edge. A pitched moan catches awkwardly in your throat, your hips moving of their own accord as your orgasm washes over you.

Tomura groans as if he were coming himself, relishing the taste, your body squirming beneath his unrelenting ministrations. With a firm grip of his hair you pull him from your pussy, overwhelmingly tender.

“Better?” You laugh softly, taking in his appearance.

He’s a sight to behold. Grinning, satisfied, head tilted and bearing his neck under your hold, chin and cheeks covered in cum and spit.

“Much better,” he rasps.

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