You Have To Constantly Remind Bestfriend!Bakugou That He Can’t Belittle And Compare Every Guy You Like

🫧🎀 unwinding with bakugou includes:

♡ him letting you ramble about literally ANYTHING while untangling your messy hair from your claw clip/scrunchie/bonnet

♡ him massaging your feet while watching your joint show ^^

♡ him cutting your leftover steak from dinner into tinier pieces for you to finish (he won’t have you sleep on an empty stomach)

♡ he doesn’t take any phone calls after a certain time. he likes spending his nights with you only, catching up on each other’s days while basking in the lovely presence of one another :(

♡ likes making u feel pretty even late at night when you’re covered in pimple patches, eyes all droopy with tiredness, etc. kisses ur entire face and body, and i personally like to think that during the nighttime when he’s not fighting crime and dealing with all the bullshit of the world, he gets super super soft. so like.. imagine him gushing (in his own way) over your sleepy state UEIWUSDJJAJ

dating hc’s

k.bkg x f!reader

warnings: cursing

a/n: my first k.bkg post !!😋 this is a bit short because i wanted a quick writing break from all the outsiders stuff

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very loyal; he holds himself up high, theres no way he would ever cheat on someone

not very pda like during his highschool years, most he would do is hold your hand but kisses and hugs are not likely during school

loves to brag about you subtly

“what do you mean shes weak? y/n’s more capable of beating me then any of you extras !”

“tch, talk bad about her one more time and ill kick your ass.”

even with a girlfriend, he still goes to bed at 8pm, he’ll try forcing you to do the same

“dumbass if you keep sleeping late (10pm mind you.) then you’ll start lacking in training.”

secretly loves whenever you steal his clothes and wears it around him, especially if its in the common room

gets jealous super easily, doesn’t matter if you’ve known a guy since childhood, he’ll never trust any guy around you (he wouldn’t tell you unless it becomes an issue)

hes actually bad at comforting. during highschool, hes not the best at understanding emotions. he would try his best but it might not be enough for everyone.

“stop overthinking dumbass, your stupid if you think i’d ever look at someone else.”

“you seriously think your not pretty enough for me? you must be sick in the head.”

the only way he’d actually date you is if you were capable of taking him on in a fight.

loves to cook for you, not that he’d admit it. he would sometimes leave bentos of food outside your door, coincidentally your favorite dishes

only wants to spar with you or the baku squad, anyone else would have to be because of class

the first one to visit you if you ever got injured

was scared to hold your hand at first because he’s naturally sweaty but you didnt mind at all

would be even cuter if your quirk made you naturally more dry; making you love to hold his hand

doesn’t use any ‘exotic’ pet names, mostly uses your name or baby/babe, once in a blue moon he would say sweetheart

“im going down to the store later, do you want me to get you anything y/n?”

“tch, keep cutting your vegetables like that and you’re gonna cut your hand. give me the knife baby.”

a lot of stay home movie dates, because you need to get authorized to leave the dorms, most of the time you guys just watch stuff in each other’s dorms

your first kiss was on accident. bakugou tripped and fell on your face during sparring

doesnt like people touching his hair or styling it but he would allow you to play with it

because of the fact hes trying to be the #1 hero, it might seem like he has no time for you, but if you tell him he’ll just say your dumb for thinking that and give you a kiss on the forehead

loves being the big spoon because it makes him feel like he can protect you

tries to teach you how to cook but he always ends up taking over

loves being affectionate behind closed doors after not doing an pda the whole day

has your contact name as mrs. explosion murder 🧡💥 or just y/n 🧡

was super scared during his kidnapping because of the fact he didn’t know if he would see you again

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katsuki will pull away from a full blown, steamy, hot makeout session, cheeks red and heaving with his full chest while gripping your sides, and will genuinely ask you if you still love him.

Warnings: smut w/o plot, first time, creampie, unprotected p in v

A/N: during his first time with you, Bakugo is caught off guard by the expression you make

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t used to feeling uncertain, and he wasn’t sure he liked it. In fact, he hated it. Confidence was a part of him, woven into every fiber of his being, but tonight, as he hovered over you, his cock buried within the warmth and slickness of your tight pussy, his heart racing in tandem with yours, doubt had snuck in like an unwelcome visitor. Fearless and brimming with confidence, the young pro hero who could take on nearly any opponent without breaking a sweat now found himself in uncharted territory. 

Bakugo had never been this close to someone before. Sure, he'd been in countless fights, bodies colliding in the heat of battle, his skin pressed against opponents in the chaos of combat. But this? This was different  - this was intimacy on a level he'd never known. It was raw, vulnerable, and new. His heart pounded, not from adrenaline, but from the weight of the moment. It was his first time, and thankfully, it was with the person he cared for the most, the one he loved with every fiber of his being - Y/N.

You were warm and soft beneath him, your skin flushed and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat as he moved against you with a mix of urgency and care. His breath was ragged, heavy, and every touch of his fingers against your skin seemed to ignite a trail of fire that left you gasping for more. His hands roamed your body, firm but gentle, as if memorizing every curve, every inch of you. 

His lips brushed your neck, tracing the delicate skin there as you arched into him, your body responding instinctively to every subtle shift in his thrusts. His name escaped your lips, breathless and soft, and the sound of it seemed to fuel him further.

Wet, sloshing sounds filled the room. You were hot down there, your pussy now a frothy heaven for Bakugo’s cock. His dick bumped and rubbed against your insides, reaching places that made you whimper and your lips tremble. 

Katsuki picked up the pace, and you grabbed his ass and hooked your heels over the back of his massive thighs. His hands, usually rough and calloused, were tentative now, roaming across your hips and thighs with an almost unfamiliar gentleness. "Is this good?" he asked, his usual gruff tone softened by a vulnerability he wasn't used to.

You could only nod, a soft moan escaping your lips as his lips found your neck, teeth grazing your skin in a way that made your entire body shiver. You were already lost in the sensation, but Bakugo was hyper-aware of everything - of how your body moved beneath him, of the rise and fall of your chest, and especially the way your face started to change as the pleasure built between you. His cock was thick, and you moaned whenever your pussy stretched further, trying desperately to accommodate him fully. 

Bakugo was cautious, almost too much so, taking his time with every touch, every caress. The weight of his inexperience pressed heavily on his shoulders. He sped up as the warm lick of your sweet pussy wet his crown, and your spongy walls hugged his reddened glans in a velvet blanket of softness. Bakugo moved faster, a little harder with every thrust.

You smiled up at him, your breath hitching slightly as his rough fingers slid over your skin. “Just like that, Katsuki, fuck me harder,” you begged, rolling head backwards, resting it on his pillow.

His sharp, crimson eyes studied you, searching for any sign of discomfort. He was fiercely protective, always wanting to do things perfectly, even if it was something as foreign to him as this. He moved with a cautious eagerness, his normally confident demeanor tempered by the weight of wanting to make sure he wasn’t hurting you while his rock-hard cock was penetrating your slick vagina.

But then it happened. As he pressed forward, his hips meeting yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm, he noticed something - your face. 

It started to shift, contorting into something unfamiliar. Your lips parted, eyes fluttering closed as a moan escaped you, but it wasn’t the sound that made him freeze.

“Wait - wait, what’s wrong?” Katsuki suddenly stopped, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled back just slightly, the tip of his cock still in your sweet pussy, his heart thudding in his chest.

You opened your eyes, half-lidded and dazed, looking up at him with a dreamy, confused expression. “What?” you breathed, your voice thick with desire. “Why did you stop, Katsy?”

He blinked, completely thrown off by your reaction. “Your face…” His brows furrowed deeply, voice dropping lower in hesitation. “You looked like you were in pain.”

You stared at him for a moment, processing what he said. Then, much to his bewilderment, a soft chuckle escaped your lips, your head tipping back onto the pillow. “Katsuki… I wasn’t in pain,” you assured him, still smiling up at him. “I was- " You hesitated, eyes sparkling with amusement. " -just really close.”

He blinked, clearly confused. “Close to what?”

You bit your lip, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Close to cumming.”

Bakugo's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. His grip on your hips loosened, and for a moment, the cocky hero was at a loss for words. “Tch!”

You laughed softly, leaning up to kiss him gently, your lips brushing against his in a way that made his heart race. “You’re doing great, Katsuki. You’re not hurting me. You’re making me feel really, really good.”

Bakugo’s face flushed a deep crimson, his mind racing as he stared at you. “I think I found your sweet spot.”

“Yeah,” you interrupted with a grin, reaching up to brush a strand of his blond hair from his forehead. “I was about to come, and you apparently hit my gspot.”

His eyes widened, mortification flickering across his face. “Shit…” he muttered, running a hand through his damp hair in frustration. “I thought I hurt you or something.”

You shook your head, your hand finding his again, giving it a gentle squeeze. “No, Katsuki. You were perfect.” You couldn't help but smile softly, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “It’s my o-face.”

His brows knitted together in confusion. “What the hell is an o-face?”

You laughed softly, your fingers trailing down his arm as you explained. “It’s the face people make when they’re close to orgasm. It’s completely normal, trust me.”

Bakugo stared at you for a long moment, the tension in his shoulders slowly easing as your words sunk in. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” you reassured him with a gentle kiss on his lips. “You didn’t hurt me. You’re just making me feel so good. Like I would be on cloud nine.”

His face flushed again, but this time with a mixture of pride and embarrassment. “Tch! Should’ve fucking known,” he muttered, trying to play it off, but you could see the relief in his eyes.

He had never been more unsure of himself. Not in training, not in battle, and certainly not here, in this moment, with you.

That look on your face - the way your eyes had rolled back, the way your mouth hung open, the way your tongue slid out of your mouth and lolled like a slug - it stuck with him. He couldn't shake it. 

He watched it carefully this time, his sharp gaze never leaving your face as his rock-hard dick moved inside you, adapting your plush walls to his shape. The way your breath hitched, the way your body arched beneath his touch - it was the same, but something felt off. Your eyes were wider, almost unnaturally so, and your mouth hung open in a way that unnerved him. It wasn’t the same as the night before, and it sent a cold shiver down his spine.

His hands roamed across your body, fingers digging into your flesh just enough to leave a mark. He pressed his hips harder against yours, eliciting a gasp from you as his cock hit just the right spot. He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through your chest as he dipped his head down to bite gently at your neck when your pussy started convulsing all around his dick. “You’re gonna make that face again, ain’t ya?” he muttered against your skin, his voice husky with need.

You nodded, barely able to form coherent words. “Katsuki, please… don’t stop this time…”

That was all the encouragement he needed. His pace quickened, each thrust sending you closer to the edge, and this time, when your face began to contort again - your eyes rolling back, mouth falling open - he didn’t stop. He relished it. He knew now that he was the one driving you to that peak, and the thought of making you feel that good sent a surge of pride and arousal through him. “Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, watching you fall apart beneath him. “You look so hot like that, babe.”

This time, when your face contorted with pleasure, Bakugo didn’t freeze. He kept going, fueled by the knowledge that he wasn’t hurting you, but instead giving you exactly what you needed.

“Katsuki-” you gasped, your hands clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as your climax ripped through you. Your body convulsed beneath him, and this time, he didn’t freeze. He kept going, riding out your orgasm as you moaned his name, your voice ragged and breathless.

How own orgasm trembled within him. The pleasure started in his thighs, buzzing up to his tight balls and into his core, then through his shaft. His knob tingled, and his cock swelled, still buried within your dripping pussy. He gasped and fucked you faster, gliding in and out of your soaking wet valley as his body began to shake. Colors and lights soared behind his clenched eyelids. 

You bucked your pussy against Bakugo, rolling your hips in a sensuous circle as you flooded your crotches with your wet, sticky cum, moaning his name on and on.

The torrent that streamed through his shaft erupted from his reddened tip in one continuous river, filling your vagina as he trembled above your sweated body, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m cumming…”

When you both finally came down from the high, your body trembling with aftershocks, Bakugo slowed his movements, his breathing heavy and labored. He looked down at you, his chest heaving as he smirked, clearly satisfied with the result. “Fuck. I fucking love the face you make when you’re getting off,” he growled, rubbing his nose against yours as he pulled his flaccid cock out of you, satisfied in more ways than one while watching your mixed releases, a pearly, thick liquid, spilling out of your pussy and dripping down on his sheets.

Bakugo grinned, his cocky demeanor returning in full force. “Damn, that’s so fucking hot,” he muttered before rolling to the side, pulling you into his arms. “Next time, just warn me if you’re about to make that face again. I don’t wanna freak out like an idiot.”

You smiled, snuggling closer to him. “I’ll try.

Katsuki who gets so overwhelmed when you sit on his lap while you're making out with him, rocking your hips gently just to readjust before suddenly he has an iron grip on your waist. Rocking you back and forth against his clothed cock because he can feel your burning heat through the thin fabric of your underwear.

Each moan a reward like sugar on his tongue but he knows nothing is sweeter than the taste of your dripping cunt. Faster and faster he moves you until he throws his head back is a gasping groan, a string of hissing curses as he over stimulates himself lap soaked from you and his own spilled seed. It makes his cock sticky and wet, squelching even as he slows you down chasing after your mouth even as you try to hide your face in embarrassment from how easily you came yourself.

And he keeps doing it, over and over making the two of you ruin his expensive jeans because he cannot help how you sound and feel. When he's finally had his fill only then will he take out his throbbing abused cock, sticky with his cum and pin you into the couch to fuck every last thought you have out of that pretty little head

♡ Bakugou / Fem Reader

☠ Master List Link

♡ Summary; sucking Katsuki off while he’s wearing his hero mask as a bandanna? Yeah… sucking Katsuki off while he’s wearing his hero mask as a bandanna. Enjoy.

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“Fucking — shitty hair will you shut the hell up for one second? Tell the other idiots I’ll be on in a minute. Impatient bastards.”

Katsuki’s irritated voice filters through your open bedroom door and you laugh softly to yourself. He’s definitely speaking to Kirishima on the phone in reference to the guys blowing up his messages all day long. Badgering him relentlessly to get on his Xbox and play Elden Ring.

You pad into the living room, planning on dropping down next to your boyfriend on the couch and taking part in the entertainment that is Katsuki carrying his friends on his back, but you stop short once you see him.

Now, Katsuki is always smoking hot, but there’s something different about his current appearance that’s filling you with the urge to squeeze your thighs together more than usual.

The hero’s just standing in front of the couch, hands casually resting on his hips and half heartedly paying attention to whatever anime he had playing. So you take the ample opportunity to eyeball his figure while he’s distracted.

He’s clad in his normal attire. A black tank top, black athletic shorts, black quarter length crew socks — Jesus Katsuki, do you wear anything else besides black?

Katsuki’s monochromatic fashion choices aside, nothing seems out of the ordinary. You scan him from head to toe once again and zero in with wide eyes on the hero mask that’s currently pinning his bangs from his forehead.

A jolt of something electric buzzes throughout your limbs, warmth curling in your belly and creeping up into your cheeks. You can’t even fathom why the sight is so salacious, but it’s got you stunned — worked up to an embarrassing degree.

Katsuki twists his torso first, then shifts his entire body to face you and suddenly your lips are so chapped you have to lick them.

“What is that?” You ask incredulously, pointing to the black material securing his hair. Katsuki’s shoulders instinctually hike to his ears, hackles bristling as his chin inches upwards in defiance.

“What’s what?” His lip curls slightly, fingers subconsciously lifting to trace the cloth decorating his hairline.

“Are you….wearing your hero mask as a bandanna?”

Katsuki rolls his eyes but there’s a petal pink blush pouring over his cheeks. You shift your weight from foot to foot, gawking at Katsuki like he’s an exhibit on display and the blonde grumbles to himself.

“Yeah and? I lent my other ones to Ei and my hair’s gettin’ too fuckin’ long.” Katsuki crosses his arms over his chest and arches an eyebrow irritably. You gnaw at the inside of your bottom lip, a thrill racing down your spine.

Your eyes flicker all over his face and you’re hit with the same jarring sensation of awe and thoughts that this man cannot seriously be this pretty you had the very first time you laid eyes on your boyfriend.

The mask beautifully accentuates his sharp features and saliva gathers behind your teeth. You want to kiss and bite and suck on whatever skin you can get your mouth on, preferably the silky skin of the thick cock you know he’s got hiding in his briefs.

You realize you’ve been silent for too long when you notice Katsuki’s face start to twist, jaw clenching tightly and yet all you can come up with is a measly —

“Oh.”

You take a step closer then, maneuvering until you stand in front of the blonde and between your coffee table. Katsuki narrows his eyes, scarlet gaze starting to simmer as he gets visibly irked.

“The hell’s the matter with you? You got a prob — ack!” You cut off his complaint with a shove to the center of his chest. The amount of force you used to knock him down equated to child’s play, so clearly he’s not opposed to… wherever you’re planning on taking this.

In the blink of an eye you sink to the floor in between his spread legs, shamelessly glancing up at him from under your lashes. Katsuki wears a thunderstruck expression, lips parted slightly and brows shooting upwards.

“No, no problem,” you assure, smoothing your hands over his sinewy thighs, muscles jumping the closer you get to the hem of his athletic shorts.

Katsuki regains his composure faster than you would’ve liked and the blonde snorts in amusement, snatching your wrists to keep them from snaking under his shorts to grab at his cock.

“You sure bout that baby?” He taunts playfully. “Cuz you knocked me on my ass for wearing my fucking hero mask.”

You push your lower lip out, straining in his grip but ultimately unable to break free.

“No! I swear, you just..” You trail off with a sigh, gazing darting to the couch and back to his face with a flush so hot it burns the tips of your ears. “I can’t explain it but you look stupid fucking hot with your mask like that Kat.”

The arrogant smirk he sports gets even bigger and you almost regret not biting your tongue. He squeezes your wrists once before letting go, instead folding them behind his head as he reclines on the couch’s backrest, looking entirely too self satisfied.

“Yeah? So hot you wanna suck my cock?” He winks, looking downright sinful spread out in front of you but you manage to hang onto a shred of dignity and roll your eyes.

“Maybe.”

“Sure as hell looks that way. Go ahead princess, I won’t bite.”

Internally you war with the flash of annoyance his cocky attitude brings and the strengthening urge to get his dick in your mouth. Nevertheless, as soon as Katsuki hums appreciatively when your playful fingers push his tank top up to his collarbone you make up your mind.

It’s a breeze to yank off Katsuki’s shorts and briefs, letting them pool on the floor nearby. It’s effortless to leer at the way his hard flushed cock bobs free, leaky tip leaving a sticky kiss along his happy trail as it gently smacks his lower belly.

Katsuki shifts so his ass is closer to the edge of the couch and you brace your hands on his thighs, eagerly closing the distance to lick the taught skin between his balls and up up up his shaft to the rosy pink tip.

“Fuckkk,” he hisses lowly, hips chasing your mouth of their own accord. His head tilts to the ceiling and you shift forward with a hand curled around his base to steady him. You brace your free hand on his inner thigh and push his tip between the purse of your soft lips.

The satin like skin and hefty weight of his cock on your tongue is a deep satisfaction you didn’t realize you were pining for. The barely there hint of sweat and salt excites your tastebuds, and you swallow half of him in one easy glide.

Deft fingers thread through the hair at the back of your skull, pushing gingerly to encourage you further down. You allow him the freedom to guide you before resisting the pressure and dragging your lips back up along his shaft.

You bob your head steadily, tracing the underside with your tongue and your toes curl in your socks the more Katsuki loses his too cool demeanor. His moans are breathy and raspy, spilling unabashedly into the air.

You keep going and going until a few moments later sees you sucking harshly on the upstroke and it tears a yelp from Katsuki’s chest, hips jerking into the tight suction and choking you by accident.

Tears gather at your lash line and you squeeze your eyes shut to clear your blurry vision, forcing them to cascade down your cheeks and under your chin.

Katsuki starts to pant erratically, these little breaths that start out as soft gasps and end as huffs. The sound of nails scraping over fabric seems deafening when Katsuki claws at the couch with his free hand.

“Oh my god — baby that feels so fucking good,” Katsuki whines through gritted teeth, white knuckling his grip in your hair. “Fuck! Look at me princess, please, I wanna see your face when I cum.”

The words send heat flaring in a direct line to your core, clit pulsing and pussy clenching desperately around nothing.

Your eyes flash open and take in Katsuki’s expression. He’s flushed down to his nipples, gaze gone half lidded and pupils dilated wildly. Katsuki wrenches you back by your hair until only his head rests between your lips. Your scalp stings and you ponder for half a second whether you’ll have a knot there or not, but still you wait for his direction.

“M’gonna fuck that velvet throat and make myself cum, okay princess?” You flick your tongue over his slit in lieu of a response and Katsuki’s thighs tremble under your hand.

Then, he’s framing your cheeks with large calloused palms, snapping his hips frantically into your mouth and suffocating you more than a few times.

His keeps whimpering, the noise dancing in your ears and it’s a tale tell sign he’s close. You’re using every ounce of will power to keep your eyes open but your jaw aches something fierce, your knees are smarting on the floor and your lungs are burning.

Mercifully Katsuki pushes you away by the forehead and you gulp down much needed air. Katsuki fists his cock deliriously and bites his lower lip, the defined muscles of his stomach rolling and clenching as his hips lift off the couch.

“Paint my face Katsuki, c’mon,” you all but demand, voice scratchy and wrecked from getting utterly fucked.

He cries out your name, paying the most attention to the sensitive area under the crown of his head as he cums. Stripes of warm release streak your cheeks and you stick your tongue out to catch what you can. With a groan Katsuki deflates into the couch, chest heaving as he tries to recover.

Your arousal is dire, burning through your veins and saturating your panties but you try to quell it so Katsuki can catch his breath. You rise up on shaky legs, twisting to flop down next to him on the couch and coughing to clear your sore throat.

“Here, use this.” Katsuki thrusts his balled up tank top in your direction, the other arm thrown over his eyes to cover his bright blush.

“Thanks baby.” His embarrassment makes you giggle. You take the shirt and wipe as much nasty cum off your face as you can

Katsuki peaks an eye out from under his arm before lowering it completely once you finish cleaning your face. He hums, hand reaching over to tangle his fingers with yours and you notice his palm is sweaty. A sweet warmth unravels in your chest at the affectionate gesture.

You look him over and take note of his state of undress. He’s only wearing his mask now. You cover your mouth trying to stifle your snort of laughter but Katsuki just stares at you quizzically anyways.

“You going to play your game naked?” You ask with amusement. He glances down at himself and laughs roughly, standing and pulling you to your feet as he goes.

“Fuck that. I’m taking your ass to bed. Like hell if I’m not makin’ you cum now.” He grins slyly, canines poking out.

Your desire resurfaces with a vengeance and you jump forward, yanking on his hand as you lead the way to your room, telling him to hurry the fuck up. He barks out a laugh at your eagerness and follows obediently.

When he gets online later all the guys gang up on him for taking so long. Katsuki just yells over them and states with a smug tone and puffed up chest that he had something much better to do than watch them die like fucking idiots. You grin from your cozy spot beside him, leaning up to brush the edge of his mask with your finger tips and he sends you a playful wink in response.

Katsuki deliberately starts wearing his mask as a bandanna more often after that.

nothing will ever make me feel crazier than tongue kissing. sorry

bakugou hates it when you don't take good care of yourself. no matter whether he's your friend or a lover, doesn't matter if he's just your roommate, he can't stand it at all. it pisses him the fuck off.

he sees way more than he lets on, making it impossible for you to hide; when you brush past a question about whether you've eaten or not, he'll clock it immediately and when the bags under your eyes grow darker, he'll see that too. he notices the stupid things you think nobody would and it's weird to feel so seen by him.

he'll check the fridge and take note of the food that's still there, but he won't say anything – without asking whether you want it or whether you need it, he'll make you something on his own. he knows what you like and he knows what you don't like, he knows exactly what'll make your eyebrows raise up in surprise and what'll make your nose scrunch up in disgust. he'll prepare the meal and he'll give it to you with a huff.

sometimes he'll just let you eat in your own room but sometimes he'll try to lure you into the living room with him. and it's not even about him making sure that you'll finish it or anything, he just wants to eat with you. he's trying to be as gentle as he can because he realizes that a lecture would only make the matters worse; so, he'll simply put on a film he knows you'll like and he'll take his seat on the couch while waiting for you to join him. no pressure, no harsh words.

there are times where he'll be a bit more straightforward, though.

if he catches you ignoring some of his questions, about you drinking water etcetc, the likelyhood of him calling you out on it is high. he doesn't have time for that – he'll interrupt whatever you were rambling about and he'll demand an answer. silence will do, if that's all you have for him. he won't even give you a reaction, he'll just urge you to continue on with your talk while getting you a glass of water.

he gets straight to the point and there's really no point in trying to fight him.

you not dressing correctly is also something he'll immediately reprimand you for because where the hell are you going like that? no scarf on a windy day? he'll click his tongue and throw you his. no gloves during winter? he'll come back the next the with a completely new pair that he'd gotten for you. at the time, he might even chuck a pillow at you and tell you all about how he won't take care of you if you were to get sick.

and you'll laugh because you know he's lying, and he'll tut and avert his gaze.

because he knows he's lying.

oh, and he will nag about your messy room.

while cleaning it.

at first you think he's just there to mock you but then he's actually dusting your shelves and folding your clothes and taking away your dirty dishes and when you finally pull yourself together to tell him to stop, he gives you a glare that would seem harsh to a stranger, but you know better.

just let me do it.

if you try to thank him for it, he'll pretend like it never happened. like you don't have anything to thank him for, even less apologize for, because well... in his mind, you don't.

he isn't mad at you, he's just mad at the situation. this isn't laziness and he knows it, and so, he'll do his best to make it better, to make it easier for you. he'll make you something to eat and he'll clean your room and he'll bark at you for dressing too lightly and he'll let you fall asleep on his shoulder without a complaint because this is his way of letting you know that he cares for you.

if you love me right then who knows? ✧.*

bnha various x pop star! reader

ya! pro-hero characters (teacher! izuku for his section), a little nsfw but mostly cute/fluff headcanons, as always please read responsibly🤍 i love you ms carpenter

song (album, technically): short n’ sweet

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

- katsuki at the height of his career, may possibly be the most famous person in the country. men and women alike adore him, and its rare he can go out without cameras in his face and people asking for autographs. he, of course, doesn’t filter any of his annoyance. his pr team works overtime for him. he’s learned that being famous is fickle and fleeting. he’s made up his mind that if the world only gives him 15 minutes, he’d light it up so bright no one could forget it. its who he is ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗

- he’s already very popular. so when the news of pro-hero dynamite and rising star [y/n] [l/n] had allegedly begun seeing each other? they freak out. 

- he doesn’t bother to hide it, anyway. you meet at some fancy gala. you’re both there for publicity, and by the time you run into him, he’s ready to go home. but there’s something about your voice, the way everyone seems to adore you, that reels him in. somehow, he finds himself in your good graces, and now he’s thought of you every night since then.

- before you, he’d only listen to hard rock, and was kind of an asshole about it. that doesn’t change, but now when he hits shuffle one of your glittery girly songs will play. and yes, he listens all the way through. ꕥ

- theres video compilations of him bringing you up during interviews. its second nature to him, being wrapped around your finger. but he’s also quick to bite anyone who even thinks of talking bad about you. he’s yours, and wants the whole world to know it. he’d never admit this, but he’s scared of messing up. he doesn’t want to give you reasons to him, or to be a motherfucker that embarrasses you. if he can help out, he never wants to be the reason for your next breakup album.

- he’s your biggest supporter. he often gets fed up with the paparazzi and their invasiveness, especially when all he wants to do is watch his partner perform. however, he has a soft spot for your fans, the ones who have supported you and gotten you all the love you deserve. he claims friendship bracelets and hats are dumb but doesn’t hesitate to receive bracelets your fans make at concerts. most of the time, its brightly coloured beads with song lyrics or little inside jokes from your fandom. he once got a bracelet that was dynamite-themed and he keeps it on his dresser. he loves being accepted by you and the people that love you.

- he has 100 reasons to be cocky, and the fact that theres songs you’ve written about him is one of them. you’re out here singing about good bed chem and making tongue paintings and everyone knows he’s what inspired it. makes sense when you look at him.

- oh, and speaking of concerts? he can’t be there every time- hero work is demanding- but for you? he’s flexible. watching you perform makes his entire week. he’ll watch from the wings, nodding along with the beat, his heart swelling when he hears you belt and hold the note. the best part is what the audience doesn’t get to see- him catching you as you run to him, kissing your head and spinning you around, telling you how proud he is.

“i’m glad you made it.” you gleam, almost forgetting to turn your mic off so no one else gets to hear. he wipes a little sweat off your head, almost a little envious at how good you can look after a 2 hour show.

“of course, idiot.” he smirks. “wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

- that night, he gives you 8 inches and 3 new song ideas ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

SHOUTO TODOROKI

- fun fact: shouto is voted most handsome pro-hero of the year, right after hawks ᢉ𐭩

- despite his massive popularity, he’s the most private on this list. he knows what its like to have to smile for the cameras, to keep things looking neat and pretty, all for an act. so as much as possible, he tries to keep the good in his life to himself. he’s never seen an ugly truth that couldn’t be bent into something that looks better.

- he worries he’s making it hard for you to love him. you’re always patient, saying you can take it, that you also want something very private. but god, do you make it hard for him. even when the rumours of your relationship swirl, he’s tempted to just come out and confirm it so he doesn’t have to feel the uncertainty.

- all of his worries wash away, however, when he hears lyrics about him. it makes his heart ache, even when it’s something simple, that you want him to miss you or want him to think of you when he holds someone else (not that he’d be holding anyone other than you). people can speculate who you’re writing about, but its little gift to him that he’s privy to it.

- he will not miss a single award show with you. because you two are so private, the fans go crazy or even small interactions between you two. theres grainy footage of you two talking and holding hands with everyone crashing out in the comment section (😭)

- his siblings loveeeeee your music. them, living more normal, less famous lives, have the privilege of seeing your concerts without being bothered or questioned. fuyumi streams your album’s religiously and drags natsuo and his girlfriend along as well. you tossed her a guitarl pick once and she hasn’t emotionally recovered from it, let alone the fact that her little brother is dating you ৻ꪆ

- he takes it as a blessing everyday that he gets to see your process. he specifically loves creating album covers with you. you asked him if, hypothetically, he wanted to be on the cover for the deluxe version and he blanked out. you have to remind him that he’s literally the entire package, that he fits perfectly, and that you can’t resist that face of his, and that you both arrive at the same time.

- like katsuki, he also enjoys attending your concerts. he happily embraces you, knowing that while the audience got you for an entire show, he gets to have you for as long as you’ll love him. he makes sure to hold you on his right side in case you’re overheating from the performance.

“here, let me grab these for you.” he says, helping you undo your performance outfits, unzipping the chunky glitters and fluorescent fabrics. he thinks that there isn’t a single colour that looks bad on you, but can’t imagine what its like to wear these for hours at a time.

“thanks, shouto.” you hum happily, already looking at the tweets.

[randomfan1]: guys i swear i saw shouto at [y/n]’s show tonight

IZUKU MIDORIYA

- unlike the other two on this list, he’s not famous. he’s spent a few years now teaching, and its a job he’s learned to love. its humble, and quiet, but he can’t help but feel like some part of it is missing. he started to entertain the idea that he’d end this life alone.

- he meets you at a party. you’re a friend of a friend, and he still can’t believe that he has a real, breathing famous singer in front of him. not only that, but you notice him in a room of other celebrities. he was bound to fall for you the moment your eyes made contact.

- much like shouto, he keeps it private. even if he did, he wouldn’t have very many people to tell. his friends were the reason he even met you. his mom adores you. who does that leave, his students? he’s humble, even when he’s dating the most gorgeous and talented person to ever breathe.

- he loves being in the studio with you. it started out with just little sessions, kissing while talking, watching you tune your guitar and play little notes on your piano. then he became the first person to hear your demos and rough drafts. now? he has song writing credits in your newest album ❤︎₊ ⊹

- his ideas give you so much more than just butterflies. he has this way of finishing your sentences, knowing and feeling the exact vision you had for a piece. every now and then, he’ll flick through your notebook and find verses that sound awfully familiar. he wonders if he’s the guy who’s “jacked and kind” and who “talks sweet when you’re doing bad things.” he won’t say anything at first, but he’ll nestle his head between your legs and give you more things to write about.

- he’s an empath. he knows how exhausting it is sometimes, having all your moves watched and studies and scrutinized. he sees you always acting, always trying to be beautiful, and it kills him that its such a natural part of fame. for that reason, he makes sure his apartment is a safe house for you, and that his bed is a secret oasis. he’d do anything for you. ❦.

- he attends when he has the time, standing in the crowd alongside your other fans. he always feels a rush to his cheeks when he hears you belting those lines, knowing their for him. its a secret he loves having, and one that he’d love to talk about when you’re ready. he always puts you first.

“stuck?” he asks, wrapping his arm around you, watching you as you tap your pen against the paper.

“yeah, i keep thinking of you instead of the song.” you groan, laying your head back on his bicep. he just laughs.

“i thought i inspired you?” he kisses your cheek. while normally nervous around others, you bring out the side of that’s comfortable teasing and playing with you.

“you do inspire me.” you smile. “but its not helping right now.”

he cups your face in his calloused, lips ghosting over yours. “maybe i need to give you better ideas, then.” he says, before kissing you deeply.

“yeah, maybe.”

katsuki running his hands through your hair. you yell at him because he’s ruining your curls, but it feels too soft for him to stop. after a while you look in the mirror to see the fluffy mess he’s created, turning your head slowly to meet his gaze, face pouty and all. he decides to himself right then and there he’s never seen anything more precious. you decide he has 3 seconds to run before you get your hands on him.