#undercut!reader

[sunkingwrites]

How the Bakusquad reacts to you getting an undercut

Featuring a gender neutral reader,, no pronouns are used

░▒▓█ DENKI KAMINARI █▓▒░

Denki is constantly rubbing and feeling up your undercut. Sero jokes that he might think it's a Genie's lamp- Denki starts talking about what his three wishes would be while you try to assure him that your head doesn't grant wishes.

He will find excuses to feel that yum yum undercut fuzz. "Oh hey man, what's that in your hair? Lemme get that for yah!" Proceeds to feel up and down the back of your head, even presses his cheek against it, laughing. It's adorable.. he stops when Bakugou calls him out and yells at him to "Stop being a fucking dumbass-!"

Won't stop saying, "I like ya undercut, G-"

░▒▓█ HANTA SERO █▓▒░

Sero thinks you look super cool with an undercut and will compliment you as soon as he notices it. "Woah dude, that undercut looks hella good on you! Maybe I should get one too- we could be matching. Might even look half as good as you~" 

You thought he wasn't being serious- just bringing it up to compliment you. So you don't end up thinking much about it.

He wasn't joking, though. And damn can Sero rock an undercut,, now Denki has more people's heads to rub.

░▒▓█ EIJIROU KIRISHIMA █▓▒░

Kirishima is one of the first people to notice your undercut. "Wow! Look at you go, nice undercut- can I feel it?" He's up from whatever he was doing in an instant with his arms out, grabby hands in full force. He has you in a big hug with his fingers scritchy scratching your neck and the back of your head.

The next day, you find him staring at you. When you ask him what's up, he replies with, "Dude, you're just so freakin' manly- I can't stop myself from staring, ya know?" You keep talking with him for a bit before he brings up hair dye. He offers to dye your undercut if that's something you might want and you say it's definitely something you'd be down for. You just need to think of a good colour, so you'll get back to him.

░▒▓█ KATSUKI BAKUGOU █▓▒░

Bakugou notices your hair after Kiri initially jumps up to check it out. He wants to feel your new hair too so he gets up and walks around to stare at it. It looks good, nice even lines- he doesn't know where you had it done and doesn't end up asking. 

Kiri catches him staring at the back of your head when he's done hugging and bares his teeth in a wide grin, "Looks like Bakugou wants a turn feeling you up too!" Bakugou looks like he's ready to smack Kirishima across the back of the head, "Shut up you idiot, and don't say it like that!" In an attempt to diffuse the situation, you take Bakugou's hand and move it to the back of your head. He scratches around a little, flashing you a satisfied smirk when he's done. "Pretty good," is all he says before passing you and Kiri in the direction of the kitchen.

░▒▓█ MINA ASHIDO █▓▒░

Is the person you had gone to ask for an undercut. She says you look AMAZING. So proud of herself when everyone compliments you, agreeing enthusiastically. 

Mina definitely helps you trim it every little while when it starts growing out. You mention to her that Kiri offered to dye your undercut and asks if she'll help/be moral support. She is so down, starts texting Kiri to plan as soon as she's finished trimming your undercut and wiping it with a damp towel. 

Anyway, what colour would you pick if you could have an undercut and get in dyed funky?

[gojoforever69]

Running your fingers through a fresh undercut is godly and you just know mans keeps it neat on the regular 🤤

[oldmama]

UME WITH A BABY

HOLDING A BABY

A BABY B A B Y

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[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki likes to bite you. it’s his weird way of showing you affection. whenever he feels like annoying you (because he can’t live for more than ten seconds if he’s not being a nuisance) but he also wants to you to know he cares, he’ll find whatever part of your skin is exposed and just—bite.

you don’t remember when he started doing it but you’ve never stopped him so he hasn’t stopped. he bites your exposed shoulder when hes walking by and your lounging in the living area of the dorms, he grabs your hand and bites at your fingers when you’re alone and he bites at your cheeks and nose when you get mad at him for ‘being mean’ and teasing you. to which he always replies with “you love it.”

“why do you do that ?” you asked randomly after he bit your cheek again while you were watching a movie in his room. he looks down at you and his brows furrow in confusion “ do what ?” he asks.

“ bite me,” you play with the ends of his hair a little, it’s been getting longer and he’ll complain about it soon(the only reason he hasn’t cut it yet is because you said it looked good on him) “ why do you that ?” he goes quiet for a moment, gauging to see if you were upset, was it suddenly bothering you ?

he frowns. lips already unconsciously forming into a pout when he speaks “ ya don’t like it when i do ?” he tries to sound self assured, but his question comes out whiny. you smile lightly at him, nosing at the underside of his jaw. “it’s not that, dummy. just wonder why you do it.”

his nose scrunches at the nickname but he pays it no further mind. he huffs out a little breath and looks away from you towards the tv screen, a pink tint grows on his cheeks. having to tell you why he does it suddenly makes him embarrassed.

“jus’ feel like it. f’ya don’t mind when i do it why’re you questioning me about it.” you feel his hand heat up from where he has it pressed against your stomach under your shirt, no doubt getting more and more embarrassed having to explain why he has this weird little habit.

you shrug, sighing and nuzzling into him a little more. you press a light peck to his neck and his hand heating up even more makes you smile “i don’t mind it, just never had anyone bite me before.”

“good” he huffs, suddenly pressing you closer to his side. a sudden rush of protectiveness washing over him “get used to it. m’the only one who’s gonna be doing that from now on, got that ?”

“alright” you giggle. you suddenly get an idea and you look up at him. “you wouldn’t mind it if i bit you, then ?” a teasing smirk appears on your face when he almost cracks his neck when looking down at you, wide eyed and cheeks absolutely set ablaze. he sputters and looks away, unable to keep eye contact as he looks to the screen again.

“knock yourself out.” he tries to sound indifferent but his voice cracks a little at the end of his sentence and he cranes his neck to the side a bit to give you more access. you don’t mention either. instead you lean closer to him and nip at his neck lightly. his hold on you tightens for a moment before loosening up slightly and he suddenly won’t look at you anymore. not even when you laugh and poke at his cheek, asking him what’s got him so red in the face. his eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are so laser focused on the tv you fear he might burn a hole through it. he offers you nothing more than a harsh glare and a muttered out “shush.”

[mggsv]

Just thinking about grazing Gojo’s undercut while he’s eating you out. Like just imagine his tongue deep inside your cunt- he’s a messy man so his chin is covered, fresh from the barber. And your fingers aren’t used to the feeling of that hair gone. But man..man oh man when you feel how sharp the area is, how sexy his looks in the mirror before you- on his knees moaning into your cunt, you cants even focus.

Gojo, who knew you’d love the haircut. Gojo who got it because you said you liked the spiky feeling of his freshly trimmed happy trail. Gojo, whose moan you named as you arched your back against his pierced tongue. Flicking over your sensitive clit as you felt your cunt gush over his chin.

[missfleurs]

i'm kinda obsessed w gojo's undercut so i'm js gonna post this little drabble as an "official" first post ;)

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gojo honestly didn't trust anyone with his hair besides you. and before you he would just cut that shit himself, and every time it would look so damn good.

you could still vividly remember the first time he let you cut his hair. he sat in between your thighs as you turned on the clippers, the buzzing sound filling an echo through out the room.

ofcourse you let gojo adjust the settings on the clippers before you began to cut. he hardly trusted you at the time, but the only reason he allowed you to cut his hair at the moment was because you wouldn't stop begging to.

he had to have made you watch about 1000 youtube videos before even handing you the clippers.

and to say that it payed off was an understatement. he wouldn't stop touching his hair after you were done..or maybe that was because he thought you shaved him bald..

[togament]

Togame's undercut 😩🤌🏻🤌🏻

oh I have thoughts about his damn haircut 🥵 tysvm anon

a/n: i headcanon togame with an extremely sensitive nape. like, achilles heel type shit. he first discovers this weakness with you.

spicy stuff under the cut. 18+ stuff. MDNI.

‪♡

first time you’ve ever heard togame giggle was when you ran your fingers up his nape to the back of his head, getting a feel of his new cut.

-

“what d’you think, baby?” he asks, looking down at you so lovingly with his hands clasped around your waist. he gently sways you while he’s waiting for an answer. he just got his haircut and— fuck. if he looked good then, you’re ready to devour him right now.

might as well.

“lookin’ like a fucking snack is what I think,” you purr, eyelids heavy with need as you snake your arms around his shoulders with one hand grazing his fresh cut. you swear you can feel his hand grope your ass as you do, pulling you flush to him. his clothed bulge already pressing against your heat. he was always fast with it.

“hm. someone’s hungry,” he teases, pressing kisses along your cheek, leading down towards your jawline.

“t-that’s rich coming from you,” you manage to stutter, rolling your hips against his to regain the upper hand. little shit- you can feel him smirking against your skin.

his face is hidden in the space below your neck and he softly giggles before it dies down into a soft growl, playfully dragging his teeth along your skin.

“tryna eat me, doll?” he responds playfully. his hands are behind your thighs now, effortlessly hoisting you with your legs now wrapped around his waist. you were about to respond with some clever quip before your back hits the wall behind you gently his larger hand further softening the blow. you can feel him gently rut his hardness up into you.

“why won’t you take a bite.”

౨ৎ ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

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a/n: snuck in a sleep token reference lol kisses u if u get it

[ghostedbunnie]

thinking about my fav cod men and the hairstyles that i love the most plus little spicy moments (nothing explicit)

JOHNNY and an overgrown mohawk that’s more like an mullet with faded sides

Running your fingers through the ends at his nape and him shivering with delight literally purring under your hands, already smooching his way down your neck

Blonde buzzcut SIMON or like little outgrown buzzcut because it’s probably the most efficient hairstyle for his daily balaclava needs — no messy hair and he doesn’t sweat bullets

You try to touch his freshly buzzed hair and he grabs your wrist instead tutting you, stopping you because anytime you run your fingers or nails over his skin he either gets sleepy or horny, or both

König and an undercut, like a dirty blonde one with a bonus the most basic hairband he uses to get the hair out of his eyes when working out or just chilling

Pushing the hair from his forehead so you can drop a smooch there while he rests his head on your lap, just so he ends up pulling you down to kiss his lips instead

[kaidabakugou]

Every time Bakugou gets home with a new haircut you start to feel that hot throbbing between your legs, and you just can't hold yourself from jumping on him and riding him until he fills you up.

You call this "new haircut sex".

AHHH YES YES YES I LOVE THIS! also i love the name!! we’ve probably said it so much every time he gets a hair cut that he already expects it when he gets home

he’ll probably be thinking of all the things you’ll do once he gets home while he’s getting it done and it’s so thankful for the cape covering his body so no one at the salon can see the dent forming in his pants

you’re also waiting at home excited for his arrival, just the thought of him with a haircut has you wet. i imagine he gets an undercut so now it’s light brown at the bottom and his usual blonde spikes at the top or maybe he leaves the same spiky hairs but shorter and more organized

as soon as you hear the lock on the door and his keys jiggling, you’re grinning to yourself while you continue to place the cookies you were making into the oven. pushing the oven door closed with your hip just in time to look up and see him turn the corner into the kitchen

greeting him with the biggest smile as your hands immediately lift to touch his soft spikes. pulling you into a kiss before he leans back asking a whispered “you like it, baby?” against your lips to which you give a hard nod, still smiling from how good he looks

the ache between your legs is already hard to ignore but you can’t help but to lower yourself in front of him, fingers reaching to pull on the waist of his joggers, noticing how the bastard didn’t even bother to wear underwear knowing what was waiting for him at home

collecting the precum from his already hard cock and smearing it along his length, giving him a few pumps whilst you lick his tip. swirling your tongue before wrapping your lips around him, rocking your head back and forth slowly while taking more and more of his length each time

katsuki grunting above you as he rests his hand on the kitchen island to stabilize himself, afraid that the pleasure running through his body from your warm mouth wrapped around him and that sinfully skilled tongue dragging against the pulsing veins under his cock might have his knees giving out on him

pulling back just as you feel he’s about to cum, causing a frustrated grunt to leave his throat as he tightens the digits tangled with the hairs on the side of your head, pulling you back to his throbbing cock but you fight against them, not wanting to let him cum just yet

lifting you up before hooking his hands on your rear, hoisting you up as you wrap your legs and arms around him whilst he tells you how big of a tease you are as he makes his way towards the living room

settling down on the couch as you remove your bottoms, a grin spreading across his face as he notices that you also didn’t wear any underwear knowing what would happen when he returned

straddling him as you reach down to drag the tip of his cock through your folds, collecting your slick before aligning him with you. slowly sinking down on him until you’re fully seated on his cock

both of you releasing a content moan before he pulls you in for a fervent kiss, cockwarming him as his fingers tangle with the hairs on your nape while you run yours through the soft brown hairs of his undercut, loving the feel of them against your fingertips

slowly grinding your hips against him while his tongue presses against yours, before starting to lift your hips up and down. the ache becoming to much as you bounce yourself on his cock

his hands gripping and pulling of your cheeks, giving them a few spanks to encourage you to continue riding his cock as he pulls one of your nipples into his mouth, the added stimulation bringing you closer to the edge as you feel the knot inside your stomach get tighter

feeling himself get closer to cumming as well as he presses his thumb on your clit and messily circles it, the action making your burst as you cum all over him, your walls clenching around him sending him over the edge as he fills you up with warm spurts of cum

still grinding your hips against him while you pull him into a kiss before pressing you damped forehead against his equally sweaty one to catch your breath

smiling against his lips at the feeling of his digits squishing your rear again, letting you know that he wants to go another round and who are you to deny him after he looks so hot with his new haircut as you start to ride his cock again

bonus if you went to the salon with him, not wanting to wait until you got home as you suck on his cock while he’s driving, thankful for his tainted windows so that no one could catch a glimpse of your ass in display whilst his fingers pump in and out of your dripping pussy

[vodika-vibes]

A Loving Man pt. II

Summary: Several weeks after Crosshair sent a letter to his brothers, you get a surprise visitor.

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader

Word Count: 2237

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: This idea has been living in my head for several days, and since I decided that today is my "write personal projects rather than requests day" I decided to actually write it.

It’s a lazy summer day, and you’re enjoying your day off. It would be better, arguably, if Crosshair also had the day off, but he doesn’t, which means that instead of going to the lake with him, you’re hanging out at home, sitting on the back porch with a new novel and a glass of lemonade. 

It’s a fine way to relax, even if it’s not what you originally had in mind for the day.

You absently take a sip of your lemonade when you hear the familiar sound of a speeder approaching your home. You set your glass back on the table and place your datapad down beside it, and you get to your feet.

As the speeder comes to a stop in front of your home, you step off the staircase and walk over to the familiar vehicle. “Mister Willis?” You call, “Is everything alright?”

A slightly older man opens the door and steps out, “Hey there, Doc!” He beams at you and walks around to the other side of the speeder, “Was out by my blinds, checking on them for next season, when I stumbled on…well, see for yourself.”

He pulls the door open and stands to the side, allowing a slender, blonde child to step out of the speeder.

“You found a kid? Near your hunting blind” You ask, horrified. The Willis’ hunting blind was close to three hours away from the town, and wasn’t a safe place at any time of year, but especially not during the middle of summer.

“Yes ma’am,” He helps the girl limp around the speeder, “She’s lucky I showed up when I did. She was already getting swarmed. I did what I could, but-”

“But the Hornets aren’t the most forgiving.” You finish, as you hurry over to the girl and kneel in front of her with a soothing smile, “Well, the good thing is that you’re not allergic. But you’re probably in a lot of pain.”

The little girl nods miserably.

“Why bring her here?” You ask, as you look up at Mister Willis, “The clinic’s closer.”

“She has a picture of you and Cross with your address scribbled on the back,” He replies, “Didn’t know you were expecting company, Doc.”

The little girl sniffles, like she’s trying to not cry, and she fishes around in her jacket pocket. And then she hands over a well folded picture. It’s the picture that Crosshair sent to his brothers all those weeks ago.

Well…a copy at least.

“Honestly, we weren’t either.” You reply dryly, before you set a light hand on the girl’s shoulder, “You’re Omega, right? Crosshair’s little sister?”

“Yeah.”

You smile warmly, “Let’s get you inside, and see if I can make some of that pain go away, yeah?” You offer Omega your arm, and she clings to it for support, “Thanks for bringing her here, Mister Willis.”

“No worries, Doc. I wouldn’t leave a kid out there to fend for herself.” He sighs, “I’ll grab my boys, and we’ll tow her ship to the landing pad in a couple of days. Give the hornets time to move on.”

“That sounds like a plan,” You smile at him gratefully, and as he climbs back into his speeder, you carefully help Omega into your home, and guide her to sit on the couch.

Omega is quiet as you check over the welts that come from being swarmed by hornets, “I didn’t mean to rile them up.” She says quietly.

“It’s alright. You couldn’t have known.” Your voice is gentle, “I’m just glad that you were found before the situation grew worse.”

“Sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” You stand and duck into the kitchen for a moment, and you return with an ice pop for Omega, as well as your emergency first aid kit, “Here you go, one ice pop for you to eat while I patch you up.”

“Oh, thank you,” Omega smiles weakly as she accepts the treat, and then she falls silent again.

You treat her injuries, just as quietly, and then you sit back on your heels, “How are you feeling?”

“It hurts a little, but not like it was.”

“Good. Just sit for a little longer, and the pain should fade completely,” You repack your kit, “Alright. While you do that, I’m going to comm Cross. He’s going to have some questions for you, kiddo.”

“Yeah, I know.” Omega’s shoulders hunch slightly, “Thank you for not yelling at me.”

“You might not be thanking me when Cross gets home.” You lightly ruffle her hair, “Fresher is down the hall if you need it, and you can watch whatever you like on the holo. Do you need something to eat or drink?”

“No, thank you.”

“Alright, I’ll be in the next room if you need anything.” And then you get to your feet, and you step into the kitchen, pulling your comm out of your pocket as you do so.

You sial the comm code you know by heart, and wait a moment.

“Cyare?” Crosshair’s voice comes across the comm, no video, but that’s more than fine. “Is something wrong?” You can hear the hint of concern in his voice, and you feel bad about it. You never call him during the workday.

“Everything’s alright,” You hasten to reassure, “Just…we have a visitor.”

“A visitor?” Crosshair asks, “A patient came to the house? Do you need me to come home to kick them out?”

“Yes, a visitor, and yes, technically she’s a patient. And yes, I do need you to come home, but not to kick her out.” You list, “Cross, it’s Omega.”

There’s silence for a moment, and then you hear the sound of him walking, and then a heavy door opening and shutting, and the next thing you know the comm’s video feed connects, “What?”

“You’re little sister, Omega. She’s currently sitting on our couch. Poor thing was swarmed by hornets. Mister Willis found her by his blind.” You reply.

“What about the others?”

“Just Omega.” You sigh, “If I had to guess, I would say that she decided to come and see you without permission. She has a copy of the picture you sent to your brothers, with our address scribbled on the back.”

He runs his hand through his hair, “You think she ran away?”

“Hm…I don’t think that was her intention, so much as the result of what was her intention.”

He shoots you a puzzled look.

“I think she wanted to see you, Cross.” You clarify, “I don’t have a problem keeping an eye on her, but-”

“But I should probably come home.” He runs his hand through his hair again, and a heavy sigh falls from him, “Alright, I’ll be home in 10.”

“I’ll see you then.” You smile at him, “Love you.”

“Love you more.” And then the comm closes, and you peek into the living room, where Omega is watching a movie, and you turn to busy yourself with making lunch for three.

Sandwiches are easy and quick to put together, so you throw some together. Just as you finish the last sandwich, you hear Crosshair’s speeder come to a stop outside, and he comes in the side door.

He greets you with a faint smile, and he presses a light kiss against your forehead, “You made lunch.”

“Hard conversations are easier over food,” You reply promptly as you reach up and smooth the collar of his jumpsuit, and then you press a quick kiss against his lips, “Do you want to shower?”

He sighs and bumps his forehead against yours, “Better get this over with.” And then he pauses, “What do I say?”

“Why don’t you let her take the lead?” You offer, as you lightly brush your fingers against his cheek, “We can decide what to do after we talk to her, yes?”

“How did I get so lucky to end up with someone so smart?”

“Well, I picked you, for one-” You tease with a grin, and Crosshair laughs. He kisses you quickly, and then reaches around you to set plates on the table.

“Omega,” He calls even as he smiles down at you, “Lunch!”

Omega pokes her head into the room and she nervously looks up at Crosshair, as if expecting to see anger. Though he’s very calm. “You didn’t have to make lunch,” She says to you, “But, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I wasn’t sure what condiments you like, so I left them all out for you.” You reply.

Omega takes a seat at the table, and starts making her sandwich. Almost identical to the way that you make Crosshair’s, and you smother your grin behind your hand. Not quick enough, though, as Crosshair sees it and he lightly pinches your side.

He kisses the side of your head, and takes a seat as well, after he lightly pushes you into your seat. The three of you eat in silence for a moment, and then Crosshair looks at Omega, “So…” He starts slowly, “How did you get here?”

Omega flushes, “I…uhm…borrowed a ship.”

“Borrowed or stole?”

She ducks her head, “Stole…technically.”

“Okay, follow-up question, does Hunter know you’re here?” Crosshair asks.

Omega flushes even more, “Um…well…he doesn’t, no.” Crosshair raises an eyebrow, and Omega hastens to continue, “He got the letter from you and then he hid it from me! And I found it, and I saw that you wrote that we had an open invitation, and Hunter was never going to come and-and-and we’re still family and-!”

“Easy there, kid.” Crosshair interrupts, “I’m not mad that you came to see us.”

“You…you’re not?”

“Nope. I wouldn’t have written the open invitation if I didn’t mean it.” Crosshair continues with a shrug, “I am, however, disappointed that you would run away from Hunter and the others and steal a ship.”

“Oh, come on. Everyone knows that’s worse.” Omega grumbles, and then flushes as Crosshair shoots her a look, “Sorry.”

“Do you have anything you want to add, cyare?” Crosshair asks you.

And you smile at him adoringly, “Just that you’re going to be an amazing dad someday.”

Crosshair falters, and then presses his hand over your eyes, “Eat your sandwich.” He grumbles, his face burning, as he turns back to Omega, “After you finish eating, we’re going to call Hunter.”

“Do we have to?”

“Yes,” You and Crosshair say in unison.

Omega looks from you to Crosshair and then back again. And then she giggles, “You’ve been good for him.”

“I like to think so.” You agree, “He’s not nearly so grumpy now.”

Crosshair sighs, but he doesn’t deny it, “How about we call Hunter now?” He asks as he drops his comm on the table, “Go ahead, Omega.”

Omega hesitates, and then enters a comm code.

The other line rings for a moment, and then connects, revealing Echo on the other end, and Crosshair sighs, “I realize that we all look the same, Omega, but Echo is not Hunter.”

“I know. But Hunter’s going to be angry-”

“Omega? Cross-” Echo sputters, “Hunter’s not the only one angry, Omega! I’m angry too! Where are you?”

“I’m with Crosshair.” Omega says, “Hunter wasn’t going to let me visit him and I decided that I disagree!”

Echo looks bewildered for a moment, “What?”

“Crosshair’s letter,” Omega clarified, “I know I’m the only one who wasn’t allowed to see it-”

“Oh.” Echo sighs, “He wasn’t keeping it from you to hurt you, Omega. He just didn’t want to get your hopes up. We were going to tell you as soon as we decided if we were going to visit.”

“Well,” Omega says, “Now you have to.”

“Oh, you could take the ship you stole back-”

“No, actually, she can’t. The ship needs to be fumigated before it’s allowed anywhere near civilization.” You interrupt, before you look at Crosshair, “The Willis’ are dealing with that and towing the ship to the landing pad when it’s safe to do so.”

“Huh, good for them. They’ll probably need help.”

“Probably,” You agree, “But that’s a problem for later, not now.”

“Right, right.” Crosshair agrees, before he looks at Echo, “The invitation stands, we can find someplace to put you all up for a night or more.”

“And we have space for Omega, until you all can come and get her.” You interrupt.

“That too.”

Echo looks from you to Crosshair, and a small smile crosses his face, “You’ve mellowed out a lot, Cross.” He says quietly.

“Thanks, it’s the therapy.” Crosshair says dryly. “Well, that and the one person who never managed to see anything bad in me.” He motions to you.

“Well then. I look forward to meeting you in person.” Echo’s grin becomes sly, “Don’t worry, I’ll manage to get everyone to agree to come and visit. It won’t even take long.” And then he looks at Omega, “Be good.”

And then the call cuts, and the kitchen falls silent, “Well,” you say after a moment, “Omega needs some proper clothes for the weather here. And we need some additional food-”

“Lunch first, and then shopping. Plus, I need to shower before I go anywhere. I’m covered in motor oil.” Crosshair says, “But I suppose then we can go shopping.”

And with that decided, the conversation becomes much more casual, with Omega grilling you on what you do for a living, and what Crosshair does for a living, and what the planet is like.

[sugurizz]

I wanna suck on satoru's neck till his skin looks like he's wearing a red polka dots scarf on ✨

[treasuringizu]

- izuku x reader

when you offhandedly mention how izuku would look really good with an undercut, you don’t think anything serious about it.

he had been laying with his head in your lap, and your hands were running through his curly hair. it was a little knotted but soft, and it was also longer than usual since he hadn’t had time to get his usual haircut. as you were softly scratching at his scalp, you were thinking about how much you liked his hair, and the different things he could do with it.

“izuku.”

“yeah, baby?”

“i think you’d look really good with an undercut. don’t you think?”

“really?”

“yeah. it’s hot, ya know?”

he hummed in return, nestling in closer to your body. that was it. but then the next time you saw him and his brand new undercut, to say you were caught by surprise is a little bit of an understatement.

he looked… really, really good. you had asked izuku what brought on the change of hairstyle and all he said was that you said he would look good with it.

“so you’re saying you got this done for me?”

“yeah. do you — do you not like it?”

“no! no. i love it. you look so good.”

he threw his million dollar smile at you with that adoringly cute blush on his face, dimples deepening and freckles coming to life.

“but why would you get it on such a little comment i made?”

he shrugged. “i value your opinion, love.” his smile turned sheepish. “i also want you to think i look good.”

you kind of want to strangle him sometimes (lovingly). “i think you always look good.”

“thanks, baby”

this isn’t the first time he does this. whenever you mention little things like how he would look good in this shirt, how you love when people do this certain thing, izuku somehow shows up with all of the things you said in passing. he’s a menace like that. you love him.

[oiiikawas]

while i adore the idea of könig being a red-head. i also really really like the idea of him having dirty blond hair too. it being all messy and a little long.

omg imagine the hood/helmet hair he’d have whenever he takes his gear off....it would be very cute 🥺

[notbecauseofvictories]

reading The Last Unicorn because I can’t fall asleep, and it’s interesting how faithful the Rankin/Bass film was (I grew up on it and remember the thing with shocking clarity; turns out it borrows whole scenes from the book, quotes lines verbatim---even the songs!) while simultaneously stripping out a lot of Beagle’s quite deft humor.

[dollsuguru]

let it be known…. bestie!sukuna does a killer winged eyeliner

[mci-writing]

I can not let y’all be brainwashed by the fandom anymore. Let Midoriya grow his curls out, Horikoshi, please 🥺