Being The Bakusquad’s Lil Pup Would Just Turn You From A Brat To A Spoiled Brat.

Shes so fucking cute.

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I need her meat in my mouth rn or I'm gonna die

microscopic deku & bakugo

Part 3

She is actually my wife.

When I tell you that I SCREAMED I MEAN IT. BARK BARK RUFF RUFF WOOF WOOF YESSSSS THANKS GAWD BOOM SHAKALAKAAAAA YIPPEEEEEEEE

Call me a waiter because I'll take her tip

katsuki bakugo is, shockingly so, a bit of a romantic. if the matching gold bands adorning both of your fingers wasn't the first indicator, than maybe his love language (cooking, of all things) can prove this notion.

katsuki wears nothing but boxers and an apron in the kitchen for two reasons. one, he rolled out of bed at six am and hasn't stopped his rampage in the kitchen since. and two, he gets hot easily when he's cooking.

it's the morning of your anniversary. your first anniversary with katsuki after getting married. your husband is crafting an absolute masterpiece in the kitchen—the spatula his sword and the plate his shield. today, you're awoken by the sound of his gentle voice coaxing you awake.

"hey, open your eyes, wifey." katsuki mumbles, poking your cheek with his knuckle as he sets your breakfast tray down on your bedside table. he crawls onto the bed, pressing a teasingly hard kiss onto your forehead, prompting you to squirm in his grasp with a whine

"katsuki, you weigh a thousand pounds, please! you're gonna crush me you brute..." you whine into your pillow as he scoffs, maneuvering onto his side of the bed with a grin. he turns his lamp on, enveloping the room in a soft, golden glow.

"happy anniversary, baby." he murmurs as he gently pushes a strand of hair from your face. your eyes shoot open in an instant, and you stare at your husband owlishly before a sleepy grin overtakes your features.

"anniversary! that's today?" you giggle, and he grins smugly while moving to grab your hands, intertwining your fingers with his and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles

"a full year already, huh?" he murmurs against your lips, prepared to kiss you before you turn your head away with a cheeky grin

"morning breath," you comment with an adorably scrunched nose that has katsuki scoffing. with a single palm, he grabs your face and presses the most obnoxious, and oddly loving, kiss right onto your soft lips.

you laugh into his mouth, and he grins sharply, pulling away before peppering a dozen more all over your face. katsuki's kisses were usually rough and passionate in their own manner—but right now, he's taking his time. savoring the feeling of your plush skin against his mouth as he holds you flush against him.

you smile underneath him, feeling like putty before you smell it—absolute heaven—lying just a few feet away.

"breakfast in bed..?! but you said you hate getting crumbs on the sheets!" you laugh, and katsuki rolls his eyes before sitting up. he grabs your tray, setting it down in front of you as he rolls his shoulders, the muscles underneath his apron rippling with the movement.

"i suppose i'll bend the rules just this once. only because we're married, or whatever."

"or whatever," you grin, bopping his nose as he scoffs

"and because i love you...i guess..."

considering how emotionally constipated your husband was, you'll take the win! you hand katsuki his spoon, and the two of you dig into the meal.

the majority of breakfast in bed consisted of katsuki begrudgingly being hand fed by you, a few quips here and there about which one of you would be getting the first gray hair, and basking in the morning glow of the rising sun with your lover.

꣑୧ Some Headcannons of Izuku jealous

Jealous!Izuku who watches you and Bakugo interact, at first he is confused on why Kacchan isn’t screaming at you like he does everyone else.

Jealous!Izuku who starts mumbling to himself every possible reason on why the two of you would be talking to one another.

Jealous!Izuku who pretends not to be looking at you both when you turn around to smile at him. You were just talking to Bakugo about strategies and ideas for training because you both had similar quirks that Izuku magically had forgotten through his jealousy he didn’t even consider that what was what you both were talking about.

You turn around a bit confused at the fact that your own boyfriend pretended not to notice you when you tried to smile at him. Before you can utter a word Bakugo scoffs “Damn Deku” he mutters under his breath.

“Huh what did he do?” You ask confused staring up at the blonde, he crosses his arms over his chest. Bakugo smirks for a moment looking at you then back at Izuku who catches his eye.

The blonds hand comes to your shoulder “Nothing just being a damn nerd” he tells you a smirk still adoring his lips.

Jealous!Izuku who feels his chests tighten when Bakugo touches you. He starts taking steps closer to the two of you to hear what his childhood friend is telling you. When he finally makes it to you both he hears your voice “That thing you did with your explosions when you flew in the air was awsome. You have to teach me some time please” you gush over the boy.

His heart skips a beat as he hears you compliment Bakugo. The blonde boy smirks staring at Deku for a moment before squeezing your shoulder “Tch I guess I could teach you I’am the best after all” he says looking at you for a moment.

With jealousy clouding his judgement Deku slings an around your shoulders “I can teach her just fine Kacchan” he says his voice laced with jealousy. He leads you away from the boy quickly rushing you two out of the living room and into his dorm.

Jealous!Izuku who immediately kisses you when you guys get to a private area. Who pushes you against the wall in a sudden bust of confidence. He kisses you until the two of you run out of breath, you push him off of you slightly “W-what’s gotten into you Zu?” you ask him trying to catch your breath.

He breathes heavily his eyes not looking at you “Nothing just… Whatever you needed from Kacchan you could have asked me, you know I can help” he mutters staring at the wall besides you.

Jealous!Izuku who blushes when you realize he’s jealous of his own classmate. He turns a light shade of pink before kissing you once again trying to prove that you’re his no one else’s.

Jealous!Izuku who sucks hickeys onto your neck when he’s jealous to show everyone that you’re taken. He smirks watching you walk around trying to hide the marks he gave you but ultimately failing and having one or two showing.

Jealous!Izuku who kisses you before you spar with Bakugo durning training so the blonde explosive boy knows you’re his girlfriend.

Valentine’s Trash Talk | K.Bakugou

When you overhear Bakugou complaining about Valentine’s Day, your romantic plans take a turn— much to his dismay.

Part of @scarekat’s “Valentine, I Choose You” collab! | wc: 3.4k

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Valentine’s Day. What isn’t to like about a holiday that celebrates love? Whether your affections are platonic or romantic, Valentine’s Day is the time to honor your dearest by openly showering them with your most intimate feelings in a multitude of forms. Flowers, candy, homemade sweets and even sweeter messages handwritten in pink and red heart shaped cards. Shiny gifts and romantic date nights and first-time confessions that leave you trembling in exhilaration, words that make your heart race and your cheeks flush as you openly exemplify your feelings to the person whose presence you enjoy the most, finally given an excuse to express them. The moment your eyes meet theirs, the first bite of a homemade treat made with you in mind–

“What a load of bullshit.” 

It’s 10:00 AM in the office when the criticizing voice of Bakugou Katsuki reaches you from a row of desks over. You’ve only been here for an hour, having arrived a little later than usual due to your Valentine’s Day preparations. 

“You seriously don’t care about any of that stuff?” Another voice chimes in, Kirishima, the other person whom you talk with daily at work. Kirishima had been easy to get along with from the start, hired not even a month before you. As the two of you were the newest members of the department, he had taken it upon himself to actively befriend you. Bakugou however, was an entirely different case despite holding a similar job title.

It’d taken working together on multiple projects for Bakugou to finally warm up to you, but combined with Kirishima’s urging to share lunch breaks together at least once a week, you considered yourself to be just as good friends with him as you were Kirishima. Or at least, that was until a few months ago, when you realized those feelings of friendship were evolving into something a bit more than that. The more time you spent with Bakugou, the easier it was to fall for him. Despite his outwardly cold and irritated appearance, he was much nicer than he let on. When you asked him about how to do something, he left detailed notes for you written in the margins of documents and spreadsheets. When your trio pitched an idea in a meeting, he would answer all the hard questions and leave everyone nodding their heads in approval at something that you previously thought wouldn’t make the cut. Of course, these things could all be just because he was trying to get ahead– everyone who knew him also knew that he planned to chase and capture every promotion possible. Regardless of his intent, you were grateful for his help since he had been with the company a bit longer than you had. Aside from his work-ethic however, Bakugou was known for one other thing: his brash opinions.  

“Of course I don’t care about that stuff, why would I?” Bakugou continues, “It’s stupid.” 

“It’s not stupid Bakugou,” Kirishima argues, “Even if you don’t have a girlfriend, if you have someone special in mind, wouldn’t you want to let them know?” 

“Not because of some stupid holiday. All you idiots spend a ton of money on some special candy and for what, to prove your love? All it proves is that you’ve got some money and time to waste.” 

You’re listening more closely now. You’re delighted to find out that Bakugou is single (you had never summoned the courage to ask, hoping that somehow his intimidating demeanor overpowered how attractive he was to others), but you wonder just how far his hatred of Valentine’s Day would go. 

“What if it’s homemade?” Kirishima isn’t convinced, or maybe he’s just continuing the argument for the sake of it, “Come on, you can’t possibly say you’d hate to get some homemade sweets from a cute girl.” 

“If I wanted something sweet, I’d buy it myself. That’s why you don’t see me keeping chocolate bars and cookies in my desk like you do.” He responds with a growl, “I don’t want anything to do with that shit.” 

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Hiii, I would like to ask you if you can make headcannos of Yuca Aoyama from SFW and NSFW please, if you don't want it's fine, I like your content :3

Hi, little one! Thank you so much for your request! Feel free to request anything you want as long as it is into the guidelines!

I Can't Stop Twinkling!

Aged up! Aoyama - Gender Neutral

These are all my headcanons, some of these may be too ooc, sorry about that! If you have any headcanons you'd like to share go ahead! I'd love to hear!

SFW headcanons!

He will totally be the type to do a big confession. A big bouquet of your favorite flowers, a box of chocolates, some jewelry here and there and maybe a restaurant with French music on the background. He either does everything or nothing (always does everything and goes even beyond).

He DOESN'T know what personal space is, PDA is the way he shows affection! He'll be holding your hand, hugging you, holding you by the wait, hips, shoulders, he always has any type of touch with you when you're around!

Going on dates with him means that he'll give you a box with the most precious clothes you've ever seen, beautiful shoes and a fancy restaurant dinner. If you're shy to eat around people, don't even worry! He can easily rent a private restaurant room, even the whole restaurant!

Doesn't matter how tired he is, skin care is a must everyday. He'll always invite you to his dorm, his bathroom may not be big (dammit UA dorms) but he likes the cozy vibes he gets when you're around him doing daily things. He'll gently apply serum, his fingers caressing and massaging under your eyes, jawline, cheeks, nose. He's so gentle even when he's scolding you for forgetting to apply sunscreen that day.

We all know he's a cheese lover, and he shares his passions with you! He'll call you anytime a new cheese is delivered! A little taste test has never hurt anyone after all. Are you lactose intolerant? He'll try vegan cheese (didn't liked it).

His nicknames are as outstanding as him, "sunshine", " glittery love", "my sparkle", " key to my heart", "the shine in my eyes", he only gets better with time!

He is the biggest show-off, his socials are full of pictures together, always matching something with you (jewelry, clothes, shoes, little details!).

His parents definitely know you, it doesn't matter who or what you are, they're always seeking for his son's happiness. They couldn't love you more, seeing his son so happy by your side is everything they need to accept and spend time with you, from lunch together to vacations out of the country.

Do you live in difficult conditions? Well, Aoyama has no problem with that! He's always willing to give you anything you need if it means you won't stress over everything and you spend more time with him. Want to travel? He's got your visa and the trip covered. Your family can't pay school stuff? Good thing he always has two of everything!

He loves doing your nails, has a full set to make them and does matching designs! He also loves when you put mascara on him, anything that gets him to be close to you.

He's really insecure when it comes to his quirk, always avoiding using it. It takes him some time before he's comfortable showing it to you, always promising to protect you (you always end up taking care of him after he uses his quirk). He spoils you and you take care of him, both loving each other in your own way.

NSFW head canons!

Adult! Aoyama ; Mentions of praise and switchy vibes, mostly cute!

He's touchy and playful, will give you hints that he's feeling hotter in the most teasing ways. Bending over, undoing some buttons on his shirt, brushing his hands over your hips, looking into your eyes and down to your lips so slowly that it pains you to not have his lips on yours already.

There's nothing on earth he likes more than praise, doesn't matter if he's praising you or you're praising him, sweet words will flood around the room with warmth at all times.

His hands never seem to leave your body at all, always seeking being close to you no matter what. French words will come out of his mouth as whispers and whimpers too, lovely and romantic.

He doesn't mind being dom or sub tbh, he won't change much given the cases. He's a soft top, likes to make you feel good for as long as he can, hands trailing down with soft kisses and warm tongue licking everywhere. When he's a bottom, he's very vocal to compensate not taking the lead, always talking about how good you're making him feel and how amazing you are.

He looooves trying new poses, trying to always search for a new way to pleasure you. Never gets upset when a new one doesn't work, he rather laughs at the failed attempt and goes back to a pose you're already comfortable in.

You're a Dom? Oh, boy, he's putty under your touch too! He loves when you pleasure him, doesn't care if you're a little rough, the rest pays up for it. He has a few things to enhance the pleasure of the moment, likes to prepare himself for you, get all pretty for you to see and makes sure the room is ready for your enjoyment.

This is all for the moment, if you want me to go further please let me know! I'm having a bit of a block these days but I'll try my best!!

Natan here! ; want more about Aoyama? Check my Masterlist! ; bye!

hi there this is my first ever request and i'm kinda nervous lol

but i was wondering if the nsfw alphabet could be requested? if so could i request it with iida/chubby fem reader? & if not that's totally okay!

or if not maybe a smutty lil drabble where he's completely feral for chubby reader (i know he's very prim & proper, but just something about him going crazy/being a whiny mess for reader's pussy does something for my little goblin brain)

thank you & i hope you have a good day! 🍄

(Laser: omg I'm so honored to be your first request! I decided to do the drabble for now, but I'll definitely do the NSFW alphabet as well one of these days. Though, it's no longer a drabble, I really got into it. Iida really needs more love!

I hope you enjoy!)

Iida/Chubby!Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Dating a high-profile hero like Tenya meant that at least once a month, you were dressing up in something fancy and spending the evening at his side as you attended some important dinner or event involving other important figures in the industry. You didn't mind it, not at all. You were a sociable type, and you also worked with heroes because of your career in the hero support field. Half of the time, these events felt less like business and more like catching up with friends and interesting acquaintances.

Besides, you really liked dressing up. It wasn't often you got to feel glamorous, holed up in your workshop sweating over prototypes and making repairs. Sometimes it was nice to set the work gloves aside, wash off the grease, and get all dolled up.

Tonight was a charity gala hosted by Commission President Takami, and you were at Tenya's side like always. You were particularly happy with tonight's outfit. You bought a new dress that was a deep dark blue, almost black, form fitting, and when you moved, the light would catch on some subtle gold detailing in the fabric. You matched it with some killer heels and jewelry Tenya had gifted you over the years. Your hair and makeup was perfect, and you'd even gotten your nails done (a rare treat because of your work) which you had to stop from admiring every time they caught your eye.

You felt so pretty, and Tenya thought so, too.

You had to arrive separately that evening, Tenya getting held up with an incident that needed his last-minute assistance. When he saw you waiting for him out in front of the venue, he nearly tripped over his own feet. He had that tell-tale blush up his neck and to his ears and you watched his Adam's apple bob as his eyes flitted up and down your figure in your tight dress.

He cleared his throat, tugging at the tie around his neck as he took a moment to compose himself. "(Name)! You look...splendid," he said as he approached you, his eyes full of admiration. It was obvious he was struggling to put all his thoughts into one simple word. You'd clearly wowed him tonight.

You smiled wide, pleased that you’d blown him away. "Thank you! You look good, too," as he came to a stop before you, you could appreciate just how amazing he looked in a suit. It was a sight you would never tire of, how his broad shouldered, muscular body seemed to be made for formal wear. He'd coordinated his suit to match your outfit, and it made you even more excited to be dressed up tonight.

"Thanks, honey," he pressed a kiss to your temple, the contact brief and chaste. He often kept PDA to a minimum, it was just the way he was. You didn't mind, you understood there was a time and place for everything, and he was plenty affectionate in private.

When he pulled back, he took another moment to look at you, and his glasses did little to hide the desire in his red eyes. It made your heart skip a beat. He gave a little sigh, lifting his hand to brush the back of his knuckles along your cheek, "honestly, I don't know how I'm going to be able to focus tonight with you next to me, looking like this," he said quietly, almost as if he were talking to himself.

You felt your face heat up, suddenly bashful at the admission. But before you could reply, Tenya had his hand placed lightly between your shoulder blades and he was guiding you inside.

The rest of the night went as expected. Lots of listening to speeches and mingling, some catching up with the people you knew. All the while, Tenya was his polite, proper self. He kept you close, but his hands never strayed anywhere inappropriate, he lavished you with compliments and fond smiles but nothing too heated.

To anyone else, Tenya might not have seemed very affected, but you knew him, and you knew he was enamored by your appearance tonight.

There was a tension to him in the set of his shoulders, and a restlessness belied by the tapping of his finger against his champagne glass. His eyes lingered on you just a tad too long before he seemed to catch himself and look away. By the end of the night, you could tell he was eager to leave.

You two said your goodbyes and exited the venue, entering an elevator to get back to the ground floor.

As the doors of the elevator closed, leaving the two of you alone for the first time that evening, you felt Tenya's strong arms wrap around you from behind, the hard line of his body pressing against your back. His hands pressed to your stomach, giving a light squeeze.

You blinked, feeling his face press into the top of your head, his shuddering breath soaking into your body, "...Tenya?"

"Sorry, (Name), I'm just..." he took in another deep breath, pulling you even closer to him, his hands kneading your stomach almost absently, "I've been thinking about you all evening. It feels rude, but I'm not sure if I heard a word anyone said. All I could think about was how you look in this dress, all I wanted was to take you back home and do things I shouldn't think about in public."

You could feel a light thrumming from his body, a result of his engine quirk, a sign of his excitement. He grew semi-hard as he spoke, his arousal pressing against your back. His voice had a growing neediness to it, and in response, heat pooled, slow and sweet, between your legs. You licked your lips, resting your hands atop his, your thumbs brushing along his knuckles.

"Let's go home, Tenya," you said, hot desire coating your voice. You tilted your head up, back against his chest, and smiled up at him, "and we'll take care of you."

Getting home was sweet agony. Despite the promise of what awaited him at home, Tenya would not drive above the speed limit, ever the rule-follower. He didn't seem particularly happy about it, either, which made it even funnier to you despite your own impatience.

Eventually, blessedly, you made it home. As soon as you stepped through the front door, Tenya was sweeping you off your feet.

You gasped, your arms going around his strong shoulders as he held you bridal style and all but marched towards the bedroom. It never failed to turn you on, just how easily he could pick you up and carry you around. You were by no means petite, but that didn't pose a problem to Tenya. In fact, he seemed to prefer it in a lot of ways.

He laid you down on your bed, climbing on top of you and kissing you immediately. Neither of you had even had the chance to remove your shoes, that was how impatient he was to taste you. He covered you with his body, slotting himself between your legs. One hand cradled your face, the other wandered your plush curves. As his hips pressed against yours, you could feel his hardening length nudge up against your core.

“I’m sorry, (Name),” he murmured between his insistent kisses. His face was flushed, his glasses askew, “I don’t know what’s come over me.” His hand slid under your dress, caressing and squeezing your soft skin.

You giggled softly, returning his kisses, “you have nothing to apologize for…” He made it seem as though this was unusual for him to get this worked up, but it wasn’t. When he got in a particular mood, Tenya could become quite needy, and you loved him for it. You carefully removed his glasses, twisting and trying to reach the nightstand so you could safely set them aside, but he didn’t want to be apart from you for even a second, catching your wrist and drawing your attention back to him. You released his glasses, letting them get lost somewhere on the bed.

“I need you,” he said, such desperation in his voice, kissing from your lips down to your neck and cleavage, smudging your lipstick all the way. He pushed the hem of your dress, up, up, up, until it bunched beneath your breasts. His hands smoothed over your stomach, one of his favorite features of yours, and his hips rutted against you.

“Mmm…” you squirmed beneath him, your eyes fluttering as his hips pushed against your clit, stimulating you through all the layers of clothing. He was so perfect like this, so hot when he lost his composure. Such a sight was just for you, and you would hoard it greedily.

“Tenya, love, get those clothes off,” you ordered breathlessly, and he was eager to obey, hurriedly ridding himself of his clothing with your help. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, hard and weeping pre-cum for you, the way it begged for your attention just like the rest of him. You reached out, wrapping your hand around it, and Tenya whined so sweetly.

You smiled at him, stroking slowly, twisting your wrist just so, and he responded with a throaty groan. His engines revved, and he moved to hover over you, gently guiding you back.

“I need you,” he kept saying, your dress was bunched up even further, exposing your breasts, he palmed at one, “I need inside of you, need to feel you,” he reached down, giving the waist of your panties a questioning, pleading tug, “please, (Name)?”

You nodded, “yes, Tenya, of course, sweetheart,” you lifted your hips slightly and he removed your underwear while you removed your dress, peeling it up over your head without bothering to unzip it.

It felt so good to feel him without any barriers, and he pressed into you. A wet, delicious glide that had you both moaning.

“(Name), (Name)… you feel so good…” Tenya murmured, his face nuzzling into the side of your head. He had a firm grip on your outer thigh, keeping your leg secure over his hip. His other hand braced against the mattress as he began to thrust into you at a hurried pace, pushing sweet sounds out of you as your normally patient lover gave in to his pent up lust.

“Mm, Tenya,” you gasped out, holding onto him, panting into his ear, “yes, love, yes…!” Your body bounced with the rhythm of his thrusts, your head tossed back against the mattress, and you could do little more than let him do what he wanted.

His hands began wandering your body, worshiping your curves with his touch. He babbled nonsense into your skin as he pressed distracted kisses wherever he could reach. Sweat coated his body, and you marveled at each flex of gorgeous muscle beneath his skin.

His thrusts became more insistent, his hold on you tightening, it wasn’t a surprise to you when he came with one final thrust, filling you to the brim. Tenya held you in place, his own body still, as he panted against your sweat-slick shoulder. You panted beneath him, hands restlessly stroking his biceps, your pussy stuffed but still craving release.

With a long, slow breath, he relaxed, the frenetic energy from before finally soothed. He lifted his head, a painfully tender smile on his face as he kissed your cheek, “that was...perfect, honey,” his voice was warm, his hand drifting up and down your side.

“I’m glad, sweetheart,” you said fondly, letting out a soft noise of surprise as he lifted your lower body, arranging you effortlessly into an angle that you knew would have you seeing stars. You could already feel him growing hard again inside of you, his stamina like nothing else.

He looked down at you with a heated grin that made your heart flutter, “now allow me to return the favor.” He leaned down, folding himself over you, “let me take care of you, (Name).”

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