Thinking About Having Ochako's Ankles Over Your Shoulders. Strap Deep Inside Her, And Her Whining Because

Sooo since I got asked about the height difference between me and kats by @akashirl, I figured I'd make a post about it

(Also using this as an excuse to draw bakugou again and post more shitty doodles)

So basically:

In real life I'm 5'1 *cries* but whatever, DNA kinda sucks sometimes, it is what it is so I try not to beat myself about it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Partially Deaf Katsuki Headcanon

When you force him to watch your rom-com shows that he doesn't like, he turns his hearing aids down to the lowest possible setting. It's just loud enough for him to hear you if you say something right next to him, but low enough that everything on the TV sounds like mumbles. He’d much rather focus on cuddling, and you begin to think, "Wow, he must actually be starting to like these movies." But in reality, no—he can’t hear a single thing and definitely hasn’t been paying attention to the plot. He’s just content cuddling and staring off into space while spooning you on the couch. He pretends to watch these movies just to make you happy.

Bakugo is weak for neck kisses

Katsuki’s pacing back and forth, clearly agitated, ranting about how stupid some idiot at work was. His fists are clenched at his sides, stressfully running hand agitatedly through his blonde hair, and his words are practically on fire as he vents.

“I swear, this dumbass has no clue what the hell they're doing! How the hell are they even still a damn hero? You think they’d get it by now, but nope—totally useless, every damn time!” His voice is sharp, frustration radiating from him like heat.

You watch him for a moment, knowing that he won’t stop on his own. So, you step forward, gently cupping his neck with one hand as your lips brush softly against his skin, trailing a slow, teasing kiss along the side of his throat.

He freezes mid-rant, his body tense, but then he scoffs, clearly trying to hide how much it’s affecting him. “Oi! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He turns his head away, trying to regain control, but your kisses are relentless, moving from soft pecks to gentle nibbles along his jawline and neck.

“Hey—HEY! You think you can just—mmh,” he grumbles, his voice weakening as your teeth graze the sensitive skin near his collarbone. His breathing picks up, and his words become a bit more scattered. “What the hell… I’m not—shit, stop—ugh, damn it…”

He shifts, tilting his head to the side, allowing you more access as you continue your gentle assault on his neck. His chest rises and falls in heavy breaths, and for a moment, you almost think he’s going to say something more, but he just closes his eyes and lets out a low sigh.

His usual sharp attitude softens, though he’s still trying to keep his composure. “Tch… What the hell was I saying?” He mutters, trying to focus, but all he can do is lean into your touch, his head tilting further, giving you more room. His hands are still clenched at his sides, but they’re not as tense now, more relaxed as he lets you distract him.

You smile against his soft skin, continuing to kiss and nibble, savoring the way his body reacts to every touch. Slowly, Katsuki’s frustration fades into something softer, as he lets you do what you want, the tension in his shoulders melting away.

bakugou katsuki doesn’t announce the newfound development in your relationship like a normal person.

one day, he’s in the kitchen within the first breath of daylight, preparing breakfast for two. you slide up next to him, burrowing your head between his arm and chest—and katsuki… he lets you, squeezes you. he kisses you on your temple, “g’morning, baby,” and by then a gasp rips across the silence of the room.

kaminari starts, “what—”

“oh,” ashido gasps, dawning with understanding. “wait—are you two…?”

katsuki bares his teeth at the stunned looks of your classmates, his glare speaking volumes: an unspoken claim.

was not aware that tumblr would fw sumiko like that lol HEEYYYYYYY

here’s some screencaps i made

thinking about jerking aizawa off after a long day of teaching. cradling his head to your chest, your fingers in his hair and massaging his scalp and you languidly pump his cock, his thighs are twitching and his eye is lidded, so relaxed and melted into you

fuck or die with iida but this time i write it with my full pussy

orrrrder up! ft. touya todoroki (2)

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warnings&a/n: more kys jokes because I'll never stop and bullying(?) thanks so much for the love on the last one!!!!! made me sososososo happy!!!! hope you guys like this one and HAPPY NEW YEARS

link to part 1 here

random idea: the paparazzi take photos of Bakugou while he is naked in the courtyard of his mansion. The photos are viral all around the world, trends everywhere (imagine PopCrave tweeting about that, lol). The it tophic with the most viral tweet exceeds 600,000 likes since obviously what caught the most attention was the immense, almost inhuman Bakugou's cock size: almost 8 inches without even being hard. The only question everyone is asking is how the hell it will be while being hard.

But Bakugou is surprisingly chill about this, proud even. He logs into his Twitter account for the first time ever, which was created and managed by his public relations team (I don't know how it's called) and simply tweets:

"My wife owns that." The bastard even has it pinned on his profile. It doesn't take long for it to be his most liked tweet and with the time reach one million likes. Other weeks of trends about him...But also about his girl. She's lucky asf.

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ SHAMELESS KATSUKI ENJOYERRR!! happy chinese new year to anyone who celebrates it btw 💜💜

you storm into the living room, phone clutched in your hand, cheeks burning as you glare at your husband lounging on the couch, scrolling through his own phone like he didn’t just set the internet on fire over his soft, 8 inch dick.

“you—” you point at him accusingly, eyes wild. “you absolute fucking bastard.”

katsuki glances up from his phone, his expression is the definition of being so fucking smug. “what is it, sweetheart?”

“oh, i don't know, katsuki. maybe its the fact that the entire world just saw your dick, and instead of just, oh, i don’t know, taking legal action or being embarrassed, you tweeted—” you glance at your phone to quote him exactly, voice going pitches higher with each word. “‘my wife owns that.’ and pinned it.”

his lips twitch, but he keeps it cool. “and?"

you gape at him. “and?! katsuki, the world has seen you naked! and instead of being mad or contacting your pr team about this, you’re out here, tweeting this shit, like you’re proud of it!”

his smirk only widens. “tch, ‘cause i am proud.” he leans back, stretching, muscles flexing like he knows exactly what he’s doing. “not my fault the whole world can’t handle what you get every night.”

your brain short-circuits. “oh my god.”

you knew he was shameless, but this? this is a whole new level. and what makes it worse are the comments. thousands of people speculating, thirsting, straight-up praying to be in your place.

you whimper dramatically. “the comments, katsuki. the comments.”

he tilts his head, feigning innocence. “what about ‘em?”

“people keep saying i must be the luckiest woman alive,” you mutter, glancing at other tweets with an ungodly number of likes, like ”his wife must be the happiest woman on earth” or "the girl must’ve saved a nation in her past life", followed by an entire thread of inappropriate lewd theories (some were true).

katsuki snickers. “well, they ain’t wrong.”

you slap his arm, face on fire. “stop! have you really no shame?"

“none,” he grins before finally putting his phone down, sitting up, his arms resting on his knees. “why? you mad, sugar?”

“no! i mean—well, i should be! do you have any idea what people are saying about me?"

“yeah, they’re saying you’re lucky as fuck. and they’re right.”

you groan, rubbing your temples in frustration. “they’re also saying things like ‘she must be getting split in half every night’ or ‘"his wife must be in heaven every night'."

he throws his head back in a full laugh. “good. let ‘em know.”

you smack his arm. “katsuki!”

he chuckles and reaches for you, catching your wrist and tugging you down onto his lap with such ridiculous ease. “why’re you gettin’ so worked up, huh? it’s the truth.” his voice drops lower as he leans in. “and they don’t even know half of it.”

you groan, burying your face again in his chest. “i hate you.”

“nah,” he murmurs, nipping at your neck. “you know you love me, sugar.”

and damn it, you do. but you’ll never admit it right now—not when he's kissing you down your neck, pressing what the internet has been buzzing about against your damp panties. especially not when he’s being the most shameless, loving husband on the planet.

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They make me feel so single.