touchstarved!bakugou who is a ticking time bomb every time you come anywhere close to him. he’s hyper-aware of every movement your body makes to the point where he’s even more irritable and snappy than usual
touchstarved!bakugou who refuses to think he actually crave another person’s touch, but who actively daydreams about the simplest, most innocent things, like running his thumb over the back of your hand or resting his palm on the small of your back
touchstarved!bakugou who can’t belive his ears when you offer yourself up as stress relief
touchstarved!bakugou who is extremely sensitive, like blow gently on his dick and he might cum kind of sensitive, so the second he’s sliding inside your tight little hole he’s gritting his teeth, swallowing down the fucked-out whimper that nearly crawled out of his throat
touchstarved!bakugou who gets surprisingly vocal in his praise as he pounds into you from behind, his grip on your hips the only thing keeping you upright. “fuck yes princess absolutely fucking gushing on this dick, aren't ya?” he snarls and pistons his hips faster.
touchstarved!bakugou who stays inside of you after he cums, swatting your ass if you move away from him, “give me a few minutes, i’ll be ready for round two”
♡⃕ other touchstarved!mha headcanons here
Part 2 of my Erasermight fake marriage AU. I promise we do eventually get to the Erasermight
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prohero!katsuki x reader — suggestive, mdni
Walking home alone at this hour is dangerous. Reckless, stupid. You'll get swallowed up by all kinds of creeps, your boyfriend told you once.
That’s why you need a hero to take care of you when this happens.
Pro Hero Dynamight — first in the official Chart, the bastard that makes all the villains shriek and the girls scream — makes this clear as he presses up against your back, thigh peeking between your legs, mouth to the shell of your ear — all for security, of course. He slides a heated hand from your hip to the curve of your thigh, his gloves rough on skin if it weren’t for the barrier of your jeans.
“What’s a pretty little thing like you doin’ out here all alone?” Dynamight rasps to your neck.
You gasp at the heat of his body towering over you, feeling a little weak in the knees. A big, strong Pro Hero cornering you like this… It’s a little scandalous. Your heart pounds for all the wrong reasons. “My— My boyfriend's working overtime. He’s a Pro, too, you see. A little too busy for me sometimes, Dynamight, sir.”
His big hand spans across your thigh, a steady weight that twitches at your formal address. It explores boldly. “A Pro, huh,” he echoes, gripping your chin to press his mouth against your jaw. “Looks like he ain’t doin’ his job to me.”
You shudder, and he follows it with a finger trailing up your spine near possessively, a dragon to his newly-found treasure. You tilt your head to meet the pierce of his red eyes, too helpless to not draw closer to the mouth that’s putting you in a trance with each filthy word. A handsome man like him, so eager to touch you... Who is to blame you, really? Your boyfriend’s left you a little needy.
“Ah, but — it’s okay.” You squirm and look up at him through your lashes. Coy and easy. “I’m used to taking care of myself. He’s busy enough.”
“He’s a jackass,” Dynamight says fiercely, half-distracted by your mouth.
You nearly break character, a little laugh slipping out. And with the way he grins, he knows what he’s doing wrong.
“Ahem. Dynamight, sir,” you return seamlessly, with the grace of a professional. Your back arches willingly as he drags you impossibly close, hip to hip. “We can’t… not like this. Someone might see.”
“Who gives a shit,” he says, then grips one whole thigh and squeezes appreciatively. “You’re already ruttin’ against me like a horndog, anyway.”
“Like a—” Incensed, you slap his chest, then hit it a few times more out of frustration. “Katsuki, gross! Stop ruining the scene, dammit.”
“What?” Katsuki’s frowns rather theatrically. The picture of innocence that doesn’t quite fit with his growing smug grin. “I didn’t ruin anything. Look, I’m still har—”
“Okay.” You exhale sharply, pushing away from him. Katsuki laughs, trying to pull you back to him, cooing. “You know what? Just skip the foreplay and take me home.”
Happy New Year!! This is a redraw of this!
Newlywed husband! Katsuki who thinks tattoos are “so fuckin’ stupid.” Says its a waste of money just to put toxins in your bloodstream.
Newlywed husband! Katsuki who rolls his eyes with a huff and mutters a quiet: “Don’t come complainin’ to me when you regret it.” Under his breath after you ramble on about interesting designs you saw online.
Newlywed husband! Katsuki who, as much as he hates tattoos, has an equal if not vastly greater amount of love for his engagement/wedding band. Deep black obsidian band with a ruby red strip running around the center. He scoffed when you handed it to him after the two of you got engaged, told him you got it made specifically for him and said that it reminded you of his eyes. His huffing and puffing was a poorly disguised attempt at not letting the sentimentality make his heart race. You could tell he loved it by the red tinge on the tips of his ears that matched his band.
Newlywed husband! Katsuki who gets into a scuffle at work while on patrol. The villain had managed to catch him off guard, and when he lifted his hands to shield himself temporarily they had managed to slice through one of his gauntlets like nothing. The surprise attack was all the leverage they had on him, though. Once he got his bearings it was over in an instant.
Newlywed husband! Katsuki who reluctantly is pulled into an ambulance; his left arm and hand cut up badly from the attack. He sat on the stretcher with a bitter look on his face, not caring that his fingers nearly were cut off and were getting stitched up frantically by one of the paramedics, all he cared about was the bent, misshapen ring clenched in his other palm, which had to be cut off of his finger due to the injury.
Newlywed husband! Katsuki who denies it vehemently when you ask him if the bad attitude hes had for the past few days is because his ring was ruined, claiming hes “not that sentimental.” but you still see how he keeps the bent piece on his bedside, and how he stays up late at night looking into places he can trust enough to repair it.
Newlywed husband! Katsuki who, amongst watching various tiktoks of people repairing rings on his fyp, discovers someone tattooing their partners initials on their ring finger in lieu of a wedding band.
Newlywed husband! Katsuki who shows up home just a day after his doctor said his hand was completely healed with fresh ink on his ring finger. Your initials permanently engraved on his skin. His first and only tattoo.
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(Newlywed husband! Katsuki who shrugs, claiming its “safer than having the ring nearly cut my damn finger off,” but still leaps at you when you surprise him with his ring, freshly repaired, on a chain that he can wear under his hero costume.)
((Husband! Katsuki who never removes the chain from around his neck no matter the circumstance, and subtly shows off his tattoo any chance he gets; what could be better than one way to show off that he has the best spouse a man could ask for waiting for him at home? Two!))
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izuku nervously walks into their kitchen one late evening after katsuki just got home from his 12 hour shift.
usually he's all over katsuki with kisses and an excited, 'welcome home kacchan!' so the blond automatically clocks the change and knows something's up.
turning towards the raven haired menace, katsuki crosses his arms in front of his chest to look like he's in control of the situation and lifts an expectant eyebrow. 'whats up, zuku?'
theres something he has hiding behind his back and katsuki gets a weird flash back to the time izuku got him to try a clay face mask.
he did the exact same thing he's doing now, he flashed his sweetest smile and listed all the health benefits and showed off his own smooth freckled skin as an example. it was a very convincing example.
katsuki bitched and complained at first but now, as long as izuku is the one putting it on him, it's been a nightly ritual since that day 2 years ago.
izuku nibbles on his lip and finally looks up at him. 'i-i made kacchan something.'
'ok..?' izuku started knitting awhile back and while he's slowly and surely getting the hang of it, he still hasn't perfected it yet. but bakugou knows he'll get there, it's only been a short amount of time and he's able to make small things like beanies or scarves.
'and it came out... alright? i probably shouldn't have tried something so complicated this early on but i wanted kacchan to have a dynamite theme christmas present no one else has and ever since your merch blew up i know that's basically not possible and I already made you so many beanies and scarfs so of course I couldn't make you even more beanies and scarves so-'
'show me it.' katsuki demands, he hasn't moved and he hasn't said much but the intensity in his voice shows izuku that the blond is excited.
so flashing a hopeful smile, izuku brings it out from behind his back and-
well it's definitely not perfect. and it's kinda very ugly. in that ugly christmas sweater kinda way that everyone actually kinda likes anyway.
'hm.'
🥦🥦🥦
they're at a christmas party with all of their friends and family.
and if anyone tries to say anything bad at all about the sweater katsuki's wearing, he flashes them a threatening eye that dares them to continue. it might not be the explosive anger he used to express but now it's silent, deadly and even more terrifying because well.
because grape juice tried, grape juice continued, he said something like- 'deku maybe you shouldn't be showing off the things you make that clearly shows you're still a beginner?' and now he's been punched, kicked out of the party and everyone wishes they could permanently throw him out of the group chat for a second, third, fourth, hundredth time.
after shaking out his fist, katsuki makes sure his sweater didn't get any grape residue on it and tugs izuku into his chest to give him a soft reverent kiss on the top of his head.
that he's currently shaking because holy all might, kacchan didn't have to do all of that.
'denki why do you still invite him to these things??' kiri asks.
'deku can you make me one too pretty please with a cherry on top? I'll buy you breakfast and lunch for a whole year!'
'oh! ok, yeah definitely!'
pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader
synopsis: just some random texts with bf!katsuki.
NOTE. hehe it’s late n im a little drunk but enjoy <3
Drawing memes are fun, I really want to do more of them
teehee i love you too 🫶🏼🫶🏼 for the character maybe you could write hcs for shoto 🧐🧐
hiii bibi !! thank you so much for supporting my homework!! here's some headcanons for shoto!! fem! reader
SHOTO TODOROKI . . . THE PR NIGHTMARE!
— shoto is dense and his pr is ass, right? so imagine the first time he got approached by another girl while dating you and unknowingly gets the girl's hopes up and comes home with her number. and you lecture him on the fact that she just made a move on him, so the next time he’s approached like that, he’s dead serious when he goes “oh… my girlfriend told me to not accept any phone numbers.”
— speaking on being dead serious, shoto takes your every desire seriously. whether you’re joking or not, even if it’s something simple like “god i’m craving bread today” and suddenly you’re stocked with bread for the next month. he’s become attentive to detail (though it took him some time) so once he picks up on the fact that you like something be prepared.
— he is the media’s greatest nightmare because of his honesty. his hot single persona went away in an instant when he got interviewed and immediately mentioned that his biggest supporter and his motivation was his girlfriend. he has to be dragged away for media training so next time he’s asked about you, shoto can cut cut himself off with “uhh.. no comment?”
— and when he’s ALLOWED to post you and talk about you (which happens eventually) he’s always posting pictures you do not approve of. you have to create a shared photo folder called “approved <3” so he can choose pictures from there. if not, you’ll look like a gremlin on his socials.