katsuki bakugo who gets such bad cuteness aggression whenever you're around that his friends are starting to get worried about him
katsuki bakugo who accidently ripped a report in half when he watched you walk by him in the lobby of his hero agency with a smile on your face and a wave of your fingers
katsuki bakugo who thought he was going to pop a blood vessel in his eye when he watched you sit with a lost crying toddler until their mom found them
katsuki bakugo who punched kaminari so hard he cried and bruised for a week after he nearly went comatose before a big mission when you fixed part of his hero costume and gave him a quiet "stay safe, hero"
katsuki bakugo who punched his desk so hard the wood splintered one morning after he came in and found his coffee order and a breakfast sandwich waiting on his desk with a note from you that said "can't save the world on an empty stomach :)"
katsuki bakugo who accidently lit a bush on fire when his quirk went haywire after he watched you help an elderly woman up the stairs of a neighboring building
katsuki bakugo who nearly clawed out his own hair when he watched you rise in the rankings - not from jealousy, from pure pride and admiration he didn't know how to voice
katsuki bakugo whose touch was as gentle as a feather but as grounding as a rock when he asked to take you out to dinner after a villain attack where he thought he almost lost you
"You're incredible." His hands cup your face as he looks you over for injuries.
"…was just doing my job." You mumble bashfully, your skin warming from his touch alone.
"Lemme take you out." When you hesitate he adds a quiet, "Please."
katsuki bakugo who only ever touches you with gentle hands and tender words
"Woah Bakugo, did you get into a fight with a tiger on your way here or what?!" Denki shouted out in surprise.
His statement made everyone in the locker room turn their attention to Bakugo. His shirt pulled halfway off as he tried to change into his hero costume.
"HUH?!" Bakugo yelled back, confusion clear in his voice as he titled his head in Denki's direction. His question was met with silence as he focused on folding his shirt.
Turning his head, he realized everyone was staring. As much as Bakugo loved the attention being on him, he needed to know why everyone was focusing on him specifically now.
"Y'ALL GOT A STARING PROBLEM OR SOMETHING!" His tone getting more agitated as the silence lingered. His body hit under everyone's judgmental gaze.
Denki couldn't help but snicker at him, causing a chain reaction from his friends. The guys turning around and covering their faces as they tried to supress their chuckles.
Bakugo was getting more angry by the minute, ready to blast all these losers if they didn't confess. But before could spark his hands, Kirishima gripped his shoulder.
"Dude, you might want to take a look at your back."
Huffing past him, Bakugo trudged towards the full length mirror at the end of the boys locker room. Making a quick turn he titled his head, trying to see his back in the reflection.
All rage left his body when he realized what was staring back at him.
Bright red nail marks dragged down his back.
His face flushed the same color as his markings, recalling how he got them. The night before you spent the night at his dorm, your guys movie marathon quickly turned into a different kind of marathon.
Trying to save face he stomped back to his locker, pretending like nothing happened as the boys waited for his response. "Oh course you single virgins would assume it's from a cat." He said, continuing to put on his hero costume.
Quickly slamming it shut and rushing out of there. The rest of the boys glancing at each other, before doing the same.
You coincidentally ran into your dear boyfriend as you left the girls locker room. Him catching your arm as you greeted him, "Your clipping your nails the next time we meet up."
It took you a while five seconds to figure out what he was referring to. Smirking up at him you whispered, "You weren't saying that when you were admiring my new set." Leaving his face flushed as you two walked towards the training area together.
"Brat." Bakugo mumbled, his hand brushing against yours as you walked side by side.
katsuki LOVES seeing you spend his money. you tell him you're having a bad day? he's sending you some money and telling you to buy something nice for yourself. you guys are going out on a date? he reminds you not to bring your wallet—he's got it. and you've reminded him time and time again that he doesn't have to do any of that, that you feel bad spending his money!!! but he doesn't care.
he reminds you every time that he wants to spend his money on you, no matter how big or small. he knows full well that you can pay for the things he buys you. he knows how hard you work for your money, how dedicated you are to your job.
but if he's there, why should you have to worry about anything at all?
rating / warnings; m for mature, viewer discretion is advised! read at ur own risk / suggestive content, mentions of lewd drawings, perverted thoughts, praise kink, slight humiliation kink! all characters 18+!
format / word count ; headcannons & blurb! / 2.0k
requested?; no <3
synopsis; in the most fucked up sense of the word, you really are izuku's muse <3
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 let me start off by saying this... I headcannon izuku as the biggest closet perv known to man.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 and I think for the most part he does a pretty good job at keeping his more... perverse ways under wraps
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 izuku never wants to come off as anything but kind, sweet, doting, caring, etc. to you... and don't get me wrong! he is all of those things and does feel all of those ways about you... you're his entire world and he'd protect your life with his own without a moments hesitation, honest!
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢but there's just something about you that brings out a much more primal, insatiable side to midoyria. he just can't explain it, and the longer the two of you are together, the harder (no pun intended!) it is for him to keep that side of himself at bay.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢although I'd like to argue izuku has always been this way, even from the very start of your relationship, I will say his loss of control is a gradual process
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 izuku always has his eyes on you. he could pick you out of a crowd full of people in seconds, because he already had been keeping an eye out for you.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 definitely has been teased about it before by his and your friends alike. its almost like a party trick, the way he can spot you instantly no matter where you are
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 "deku, where's (y/n)?" "catching up with kaminari and kirishima over by the punch bowl." and its like magic the way his eyes connect with your body, frame shaking with laughter at a stupid joke one of the boys had made.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 only when his eyes come back to meet whoever he's speaking to, just to be met by yet another amused expression at his quickness in locating you, does he realize they're pulling his leg 😭
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 and whatever, let them tease! god forbid he likes to keep eyes on his woman incase she need him 🙄
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 but in his heart of hearts, midorya knows it isn't all innocent... he can't help himself from wanting to watch whatever you do, everything you do is just so perfect to him <333
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 the way your hair sways from side to side when your expressions become more animated, the way your lips purse and pout slightly when you're deep in thought, the curve of your hips and thighs in those tight little dresses you HAVE to be wearing on purpose for these pro hero events the two of you attend together...
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 its all borderline hypnotic to izuku. more often than not he finds himself way too distracted by you.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 his obsession with you only grows the more you indulge him
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 and how could it not? midoriya thinks you're to good for this world, certainly too good for him with the ways you entertain him and his less than innocent thought patterns,,,
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 i mean, you never complain when he makes you stop and stand in front of some picturesque backdrop, snapping hundreds upon hundreds of photos of you for his own safekeeping
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 (he actually had to upgrade his phone to one with more storage space because his collection continues to grow so large) ((his lock screen is a rotating slideshow of different pictures he's taken of you, seeing your beautiful face on his screen anytime he checks your phone immediately brightens up his day<3))
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 and you're never bothered by his need to have his hands on you whenever he can help it, whether it be holding hands out and about in public, or letting his hands rest on your thighs or lower back when the two of you cuddle together at home
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 he finds it soothing, knowing you're close enough to him for him to touch. it helps ease to any anxiety he has around keeping you safe!
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 sometimes though, midoriya thinks you indulge him a little too much...
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 seriously, how is he ever supposed to keep his desire for you at bay when everytime he tries to exercise some self control, you’re egging him on, pushing him to kiss you harder, touch you more? he doesn’t think it’s fair, but it’s definitely not a problem he finds worth complaining about 🤣
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 when the tips of his fingers brush along the hem of your skirt, slowly inching their way upwards underneath the fabric, he all but gushes at the way you bat your long lashes at him, smiling sweetly as you tell him it’s okay, you like it
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 those 3 words are damn near a trigger for him at this point, hearing you say you like it when he lets himself fall victim to his insistent craving for you
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 obsessed isn’t even the word, LOL
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 this fixation of his expands into your hero work as well, but again, he has trouble not blurring the lines between professionalism and play…
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 we all know izuku keeps his journals dedicated to whatever information he gathers about his fellow pro hero’s and villains he comes across alike, sketches of them in their costumes along with stats and helpful information
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 but midoriya has a journal dedicated completely to you; your stats, strengths, weaknesses, best moments, you name it. i mean, with the way his eyes are always on you every chance he gets, it’s no wonder he has so much to work with 🤣
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 you’ve actually seen him scribbling and sketching away furiously in the pale pink notebook, sneaking quick glances your way until he notices your eyes on him
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 he’s actually rather shy and selective about this notebook… he’s never had any problems sharing any of the other things he’s learned in battle and written down with you, but the second you bring up what he’s writing in the notebook he seems to always whip out whenever the two of you are together, now all of a sudden he’s red in the face!!
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 i’d like to think you have some sort of idea why he might be so… opposed to letting you flip through that notebook freely 🤣 you’re just waiting for your opportunity to confirm it
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
“would you mind passing me those notebooks on the kitchen table over there, baby?” izuku calls from your shared bedroom. your eyes drift over the island counter and land on a small, circular, wooden table tucked in the corner of the small space. just as he said, a small stack of notebooks rests on top.
one in particular catches your attention; a soft pale pink cover peeking out beneath a couple of other varying colored journals. you know for certain this is the notebook midoriya uses to keep his notes on you, you’ve been able to wear him down enough to let him show you a few of its pages. it’s chock full of sketches of you, most in your current pro hero uniform, but some of you in more casual clothes and poses. they’re all beautiful , in your personal opinion. you’ve been dying to see more of his works, but izuku is always too flustered by the idea of sharing to show you more than a couple of pages at a time.
as your feet approach the wooden table, your hand reaches for the notebook on instinct, pulling it quickly from the stack. you flip through the pages, skimming over the pages you’ve already seen. as you get further into the book, you see even more sketches of you. some in your current pro hero uniform, some in your old, and some in a version of your costume you’ve never seen before. it’s a lot more… showy than you’d imagine would ever be practical for real world battle. it seems something a lot more like indulgence on midoriya’s part.
you can’t help the way your cheeks heat up the further you venture into his notebook, you’re so distracted by the contents of the journal, you don’t even hear izuku approaching behind you, curious as to why you never answered him, and what’s taking so long.
“everything alright?” he asks softly from behind you, an despite his gentle demeanor you still jump at the sound of his voice. you turn quickly to face him, the pale pink journal still clutched within your grasp. midoriya lets his eyes drop down to the spiraled notebook in your hand, face breaking out in a bright red flush as he takes into account how far into its contents your thumb is bookmarked. his eyes snap up towards yours, scanning over your features in an attempt to read your thoughts.
your lips pull into a soft, flattered smirk. “i think i get why you didn’t want to show me some of the stuff in here now.” you giggle softly, taking a step towards him.
izuku doesn’t speak, or breathe, but his arms do move on instinct to recieve you as you come to rest your free hand on his chest, his own hands coming to grip you gently at your waist. somehow, his face flushes an even deeper shade of red as he watches your lips split into a true, toothy grin.
“in some of them, i’m in a rather scandalous version of my hero suit…” your voice trails off, thoughtful. midoriya shakes his head in a mock defense instantaneously.
“it was from that time you were brainstorming new costume ideas.” he rushes out, obviously embarrassed. his thumbs rub circles absentmindedly on the exposed skin of your hips from where your pajama pants have ridden down due to your movement. you cock your head to the side curiously, humming to yourself.
“they seem rather impractical though, no?”
“it was less about practicality and more about…” izuku mumbles nervously, trailing off as he searches for a word worth using.
“aesthetics?” you offer up playfully. “sex appeal?”
he groans loudly. “they were just stupid little sketches.”
now it’s your turn to to shake your head, but in disagreement. “don’t say that.” you chastise him softly, rubbing your palm against the fabric of his tee shirt. “i think they’re beautiful. you always make me look beautiful. i wish you’d show me more.”
“really?” he asks, eyes wide with awe. this is another one of those moments where midoriya thinks you too good to be true. here you are, once again, embracing him and his perverted ways of thinking. he thinks you should be upset, maybe even disgusted to see images of yourself in a less than appropriate fashion. instead, you seem eager to indulge this little fantasy of his.
“really.” you confirm sweetly. “i’m honored that the fourth ranked pro hero in all of japan is such a big fan of lil’ old me.”
“stop that.” he chuckles nervously, bringing one of the hands resting on your hip up to run his fingers through his hair. “you’re just saying that to embarrass me.”
“not at all.” you purr. “i really mean it, deku.” a slight shiver works its way down midoriya’s spine at the use of his pro hero name. it’s all just too much for him really, the way you bat those long, black eyelashes at him and coo these little taunts at him like a siren; beckoning him closer with each seductive move you make.
you let your free hand run up his chest, gripping him at his collar to pull his face more closely to yours. your sweet, but knowing smile never leaves your lips.
“i really like that side of you, deku.” you whisper, the weight of your words brushing against his lips as he soaks in your statement. “the side that’s so… obsessed with me. it makes me feel on top of the world.”
“you’re at the top of my world.” izuku responds so sincerely, you can’t help the gentle laughter that breaks way past your lips.
“i know.” you giggle. “i always feel that way with you.”
well hello there… me again… i love how i lied in my last post saying i would be slowing down some the next few days because i’d be at work but instead im at work right now working on these headcannons, LOL! i hope you enjoyed this, this set of headcannons was lowkey inspired by the anime don’t toy with me miss nagatoro! , specifically hachiōji and his love for drawing nagatoro, lol! it’s been brewing in my brain the last few days as I’ve been making my way thru the second season and i had to get it out 😅 i actually have some blurbs of a similar vein planned for shoto and katsuki as well… just need to figure out what i wanna write 😵💫 either way thank you for reading and thank you so much for 500 likes on my childhood bestfriend!bakugo headcannons! it feels surreal lol! maybe I’ll do a part 2 to these if anyone wants it 🤔 ps I’m posting this on mobile so if u see a typo no u didn’t!
izuku is such a good gift-giver during the holidays.
izuku midoriya is, for lack of a better term, freaking out.
he’s hunched over his laptop at the kitchen table at one in the morning, green curls frazzled, notebooks pushed aside in favor of half-open tabs that read things like “meaningful gifts for partner” and “is a promise ring too much for one year?” and “what do people like?”
you deserve something perfect. something that says i love you without him actually having to say it out loud and risk combusting on the spot.
he rubs his eyes, groaning softly. you’ve already gotten him something—he knows because you’re terrible at keeping secrets and smiled a little too hard when he mentioned christmas last week. the pressure makes his chest tight.
“izuku?” his mom’s voice drifts in from the hallway, gentle and sleepy. “why are you still awake?”
he nearly jumps out of his seat.
a few minutes later, inko is sitting across from him with a warm mug of tea, listening as he rambles at a mile a minute. about you. about how important this is. about how he doesn’t want to get something boring or wrong or accidentally friendship-coded.
inko smiles the entire time.
“you know,” she says softly, “the best gifts aren’t always the biggest or fanciest. they’re the ones that remind someone of who gave it to them.”
he blinks. “remind them… of me?”
she nods. “something personal. something only you could give.”
the idea hits him like a spark.
the days that follow are a blur of nervous glances at his phone, careful budgeting, and one very deliberate trip he refuses to think too hard about in case he talks himself out of it. whatever it is, it ends up tucked away safely, hidden from view but never from his thoughts.
christmas arrives too fast.
you’re sitting across from him, lights twinkling behind you, wrapping paper scattered everywhere. izuku’s heart is in his throat as he slides a small box toward you, fingers curling into his sweater sleeves.
“i—um. i know it’s not a lot,” he starts, words tumbling over each other. “but i wanted it to be something you could always have with you. and—only if you like it, obviously, you don’t have to wear it or anything, i just—”
you open the box.
his breath catches when your expression softens, eyes shining as your fingers lift the necklace from its velvet lining. a delicate chain, simple and intentional—and on the pendant, engraved small and neat, is his name.
izuku.
when you look back up at him, smiling like that, he knows he got it right.
he never expected to enjoy giving so much. but, god, your cunt on his face and his tongue devouring you will never fail to make him cum hands-free.
the sounds you make, your hands in his soft hair, legs wrapped so tight around his skull he can barely breathe, achy, leaking cock in his sweats. he lets you hump his face and shout his name like a deranged animal, and he has never been happier.
he'll make you cum over and over and over again. with his tongue on your sensitive ball of nerves, or deep in your pulsating hole, or pumping his fingers in and out your cunt while he sucks on your clit and keeping eye contact. he literally loves getting his lips and nose and chin all sticky with your grool and cum.
when you've come so many times your vision is blurry, kicking his back and tugging his locks, he'll pull away with a pout. "'s too much," you whine.
"jus' one more? please? i'm close," he begs, hot breath fanning over your lips.
warnings: slight nsfw, thick thighs save lives, gender neutral
i’m having kirishima brainrot rn and i had the random thought about how he would TOTALLY love to have a chubby partner
i can imagine that he would love the plushness of their skin because of his quirk. this dude is so used to having calloused and hard skin, so when he held them for the first time? oh, he wouldn’t let go.
cuddles are his FAVVVV. his head would be on their chest, kneading their thighs like he was a cat making biscuits, or on their stomach, nuzzling into it like he could melt into their skin.
when they’re feeling slightly insecure, he loves on them so sweetly. think like words of affirmation and gentle kisses in between. he loves you and he thinks they’re perfect, so he won’t ever let them forget that. sometimes, when they say they feel like they’re heavy, he’ll throw them up in the air, over his shoulder, or on his back to prove that they’re perfect for him.
oh, and when he’s going down on them? he LOVES the feeling of their thick thighs wrapped around his head because they were feeling too damn good.
don’t even get me started on the bite marks he would leave on said thighs, too. with that being said, he would bite anywhere they would let him. with his teeth and their body? they were a perfect match in his eyes. basically he loves thighs
this might’ve been a little self indulgent but that’s okay!! would you guys like a general headcanon of a chubby partner for mha (or even jjk, aot, or batfam)? let me know!! im also up for any requests in the fandoms i mentioned!
If you like this please let me know if you'd read a full fic of it.
He dressed up in his finest suit and drove to her house unannounced. His knuckles met the door as he waited for an answer. When her father opened the door, the boy gave him a polite nod. "Sir, I have a question I'd like to ask you." The boy said softly, which is a strange occurrence for the young man. "Ask away, son." The older man smiled at him. He's been dating his daughter for a long time. "I know that you're a very old-fashioned man, so I wanted to ask you this in person…" He paused, being strangely nervous compared to his usual cocky and constant persona. "I truly love your daughter more than anything, so I was wondering—" He hesitated as his nerves started to get the best of him. The girl's father stared at her patiently. With a soft sigh, Bakugo finally asked the question he had been dying to ask the man for years. "Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?" The man looks stunned, clearly not expecting the question. Sure, the two have been dating for years, but they're still way too young for marriage. Without thinking, the man blurted out quickly. "You'll never have my blessing until the day I die. Tough luck, my friend, but the answer is still no." Suddenly the boy went quiet, clearly not expecting his proposal to be rejected by her father. A quiet scoff left his lips before he got a cocky grin on his face when he looked up at the man. "I'm going to marry her anyway." He said confidently.
