#bakugo headcanons

[im-so-tired-sorry]

"Get that scowl off your face or don't look at me like you have something to say."

Bakugo rolled his eyes, "I don't have anything to say."

"Yeah, you've made that abundantly clear."

kiribaku x gn!reader

cw: screaming match argument, swearing, more focus on bakugo

wc: 2.3k

You crossed your arms in front of your chest and your legs as you scooted yourself closer to the end of the couch. If someone looked close enough, they could convince themself that you were trying to become one with the couch's arm rest. Just as long as you stayed on your end and kept eye contact with nothing but the movie on the tv.

Bakugo grunted as he turned his head away, resting his head on his perched up arm. But not even two lines of dialogue from the movie later, and you can feel the pair of scarlet eyes from across the couch glaring your side profile. You take a looooong deep breathe, afraid you might say something you can't take back if you return the stare.

The front door opened followed by heavy footsteps that travelled through the house. "Hey, I'm home! And I got the take out! They didn't have the crepe cakes so I just got the mochi. Just saying, I call dibs on the strawb- uh. Um... hello?"

After taking off his shoes and setting every thing down, Eijirou turned around to the sight of the living room. You and Bakugo on opposite ends of the couch, cross-armed and pouty, while just blankly staring at the tv screen. You turned to Ei and gave him maybe the fakest im-so-not-pissed-right-now smile, and in your fakest i-so-dont-wanna-kill-our-boyfriend-right-now voice, "Hi babe. How was the gym?"

Eijirou stood frozen, like prey spotting its predator. He knows something's wrong. The tension in the air told him something was wrong. Because you guys were on the couch... and not... cuddling?? Usually Bakugo either has an arm around you or your legs are laid over his lap. It's become almost instinctual to sit shoulder to shoulder at least! But now you sit like two magnets with the same polar sides facing each other. Like damn, you two were so grumpy neither of you even got up from the couch to greet Eijirou himself. You guys are real mad at each other. Mad to the point where anything louder than silence might trigger an alarm.

"What happened?" Eijirou asked with an inflection that makes you think he's walking through a mine field. You slowly turned your head towards Bakugo, who still watched the screen like he's interested on what's going on. You took another deep breath and turned back towards Eijirou.

"Bakugo would rather die than tell me how he truly feels."

That earned a click of the tongue and another roll of the eyes that land on you. "You're so fuckin' dramatic."

You shrugged, almost laughing to yourself, "Well, what is it then? How would you describe this situation? Please feel free to be as dishonest as you can be, you know, for the sake of Eijirou's feelings." You gave your most patronizing smile.

"I don't have to, Ei knows how to take criticism. He won't get immediately offended the second I try to give feedback."

You turned in your seat to face Bakugo fully. Eijirou moved to sit on the coffee table between both of you.

"Hey guys, let's just take a second-"

"Last time I checked, feedback shouldn't really come with a side of insults. But even then, I would rather that than finding out you sugar coat your opinions! It makes me think you don't even care of what I'm asking you!"

"Guys, let's just eat first-"

"What if I don't? Ever think of that?"

You stared at him. You were over it. You looked over to Eijirou. "I had a meeting this morning. With a bunch of board members from the agency. I had asked Bakugo earlier for notes on what to fix in my pitch. He gave me none. I present and all of the members... laughed. And believe me, I got their feedback." You scoffed, holding back the tears of reliving the humiliation.

"I come home, I whine about the members, the meeting, start listing the feedback and this one over here has the audacity to go 'well I could have told you that'."

Eijirou looked over to Bakugo for his response.

"You wouldn't have taken it well."

"You know I still would prefer the truth! Let me decide the level of critcism I can take!"

"Guys."

"You would've just gotten upset."

"Oh my god, did you blow out your hearing again?"

Bakugo's face twisted in disgust.

"Alright that's enough. Seperate for a while-What the fuck did you just say to me?"

"Just take a breath You're not helping your case."

"You want me See how it feels to be honest? to know that your feelings dont matter? Youre a hypocrite who That one of the two people youre supposed to trust talks about honesty and boundaries to be honest with you but the second something doesn’t go your way wouldnt care that you were you blow it out of proportion HUMILIATED BY THE WHOLE COMPANY and use the OTHER PERSON’S INSECURITIES ALL BECAUSE YOU DONT KNOW HOW TO BE RESPECTFUL AGAINST THEM! YOU ARE NOT A BETTER PERSON THEN ME WITH THAT HONESTY BECAUSE YOU DONT KNOW HOW TO GROW THICKER SKIN ASSHOLE! SHUT UP!"

Immediate silence. "SHUT THE FUCK UP! BOTH OF YOU!"

Silence that was almost way too quick.

You and Bakugo stared at each other, still holding the scowls on your faces, both too proud and stubborn to look away first. But it was as if you were shaken out of a trance. Bakugo was breathing heavy, eyes as shiny as glass. You hadn't realized you had already been crying.

"You," Eijirou started, pointing at you, "go to the bedroom. You," turning to Bakugo, "go to the patio. And I don't wanna hear it from either of you. Go."

Like cadets to a commander, you followed orders.

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You know you shouldn't have said it.

Bakugo was sensitive about his hearing, especially considering that its a direct concequence to his quirk. You know this. And hes right, you bringing it up was hypocritical and disrespectful, the same way you were upset about him for disrespecting you and your want for honesty.

You lay on your bed, huddled in a throw blanket and cuddling with a pillow. You recount the argument again. And again. And again. And you're crying again. Out of anger, guilt, frustration. All of the emotions swimming in your head, chasing each other but also not wanting to be caught. You want to forgive him, but not so easily; he had to own up for what he did. You want to stand true to defending yourself but also kick yourself down for hurting Katsuki.

Katsuki.

You steady your breathing and wipe your tears. You know him, just like he knows you. You're both too stubborn to want to apologize first. But someone has to be the bigger man and if putting your pride aside gets you a stronger, healthier relationship and in your boyfriend's arms again, then that's all you need to push the blanket off, step out of bed, and head downstairs.

Eijirou sat on the couch, still in his gym clothes, munching on his takeout box with his eyes glued to the action movie he put on. You wanted to walk up to him and try to rub the crease between his eyebrows, but deep down you know you're part of the reason why it's there. You walk by, stopping aside the seating area to see what he was watching. Eijirou immediately changed his stare to you, lowering his plate.

You look at him and awkwardness overcomes you. "The food good?" Ei nods, with a tinge of that same awkwardness, "Yeah. I put the other boxes in fridge." You nod in acknowledgement. The movie continues to play on the Tv. "Is he... still out there?" You ask, nodding towards the sliding door that leads to the patio. Eijirou hums a nod and goes to take another bite of his food, but his eyes dont leave you. Not until you walk past him and head outside.

Katsuki sits on one of the chairs outside, deep in thought as he picks at his lips. He only stops when he hears the door open and close, and sees you pull up a chair next to him. You sit in silence, staring ahead at the view off the hill the house rested on, for a minute or two thinking about how to start this conversation.

"I'm surprised there isn't a cloud in the sky today. It rained for so long last week I thought we weren't going to see the sun again."

Silence was given back. For a minute actually. Until,

"Storm clouds go away eventually."

You turn your head to Katsuki. He's gotten back to picking at his lip.

"Katuski-"

"Let me go first."

You were taken aback. But you slowly nodded and let him speak first.

Katsuki took a deep breath. Then, almost frustratingly, he turned his chair to face you. You slightly turn in your seat. Another deep breath.

"I'm sorry. I know you prefer the truth over having your feelings spared. I'm the same fuckin' way. But you always get so upset when I even give you the tiniest detail of feedback. Even if it doesn't have you pissed at me, you always grow a pout or some shit like that. And I realize, now at least, that you're right. I always say it with an insulting nickname or a backhanded comment. Not 'cause I mean them, it's how I talk. You know this. So, I will... work on it. Try thinking about what I say before I say it. Only when you ask for feedback though. I still get to call you a loser when I beat you at mario kart."

He taps his foot against your leg with a tiny kick and it makes you chuckle. You tap him back and stare into his eyes for a beat before asking with a slight hesitation, "What did you think of my presentation?"

He thinks about it for a second. For a couple seconds actually, before, "Some of your points were either too repeatative or they straight up didn't make any sense. At least not to me. If you could've expanded on- I think it was either your third or fourth slide- and the financials of it, it would've been better. But even if you had the right info, it didn't give those losers the right to make fun of you. And I'm sorry I let you get in front of that meeting with your pants down."

You nodded, trying not to show the cringe you felt in your chest, "It's ok. And I appreciate the honesty."

"I'm sorry I used an insecurity of yours against you. It was totally immature and definitely me trying to project my hurt feelings. I will learn how to take feedback even if it's not in my favor, and learn how to cope with it when it isn't."

Katsuki reaches for your hand, and you slip your hand into his palm. "Well, you're doing great so far."

You give another chuckle. "Thanks. Oh! When's your next doctor's appointment?"

"In two weeks."

"You want a ride?"

"Nah, I'll take the train. I have a morning patrol that day so I'm just going after that."

You nod and sit in the silence, your hands still intertwined.

"Also sorry I called you an asshole."

At that, Katuski chuckles, "In your defense, I also called you an asshole."

"Yeah but I deserved it."

He rubs the back your hand wiht his thumb, "So did I."

You look at him, then sit up and slump. And with a pout, "I love you."

Kats cracks a smile and pulls your chair closer, "I love you too dummy."

From his seat, he pulls you in for a hug, nesting his head in the crook of your neck. You wrapped your arms around him and settle in for this hug.

After a couple minutes, Katsuki kisses your cheek, and then kisses it again, then starts giving you a bunch of tiny kisses from your face to your neck and you can't help but giggle and laugh at him.

He pulls away to look at you laugh and a calm smile rests on his face.

"You know we also have to apologize to Ei, right?"

"Yeah I know." Kats sighs, and then lets go of you and stands, "Come on, let's go."

You walk inside to Eijirou, still on the couch and watching the movie, his takeout box now empty on the coffee table. You plop yourself next to your red headed boyfriend, with your blonde walking to sit on the other side of him. "Hi Eijirou. How was the gym today?"

Eijirou takes a breath before looking over at you, uncrossing his arms to wrap behind both you and Katsuki. "Gym was good! It was a little more crowded than I expected but I was still able to use the machines and equipment I wanted."

"What split did you work on today?" Katsuki asked, paralleling you by sitting to face Eijirou.

"Just upper body." He responded, looking at his boyfriend. "I was going to do more abs and core, but I ended up working on my back more."

"Mhm. Oh! and thanks for picking up takeout on the way home." You comment, placing a hand on the red's chest.

"And for mediating... us." Katsuki added, a dust of pink embarassment spreading across his cheeks. You admit, you felt your face getting a little warmer as well.

Eijirou chuckled, "You guys know you're more alike than you think, right?" That earned a laugh out of all of you.

"Yeah... but still. Sorry we had to put you in that position at all." You leaned to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"It's ok. You know I love you guys too much to let you guys kill each other. I'm just surprised you guys talked about it so quickly after you seperated."

You looked at Katsuki, and he longingly returns the gaze.

"I guess the storm cloud just went away."

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a/n: we're so back. got lots of drafts lined up so i'll be working on those. lmk if im missing anything in the content warning!! i don’t usually write anything that isn’t fluff and happiness and sunshine. also, im putting this out there to hold myself accountable and not procrastinate, yellow blanket part 2 by the end of this week 😛😛

[im-so-tired-sorry]

“nom nom nom nom-“

“what are you doing?”

you freeze, curled lips placed on katsuki jawline as you were previously “nomming” on him. you couldn’t help it! he was busy looking at his phone, arm around you as you two cuddled on the couch, and this scene of your crime tv show was slow and boring, so god forbid you decided to nibble on your boyfriend’s perfect jawline! though, that doesn’t mean that getting called out wasn’t a little embarrassing.

you place a quick peck on that same spot and turn your head back to the tv as you respond with a little, “nothing” , a smirk attempting to rest on your face.

katsuki stares at you for a moment, before throwing a “weirdo” into the room and goes back to his phone.

now, your other boyfriend eijirou caught that interaction from the lounge chair he was sitting on. so he got up and switched seats to katsuki’s other side on the couch. luckily, katsuki had now turned his attention to the show, so his other arm was used to wrap around his boyfriend. eijirou took this as a way to get more comfortable, resting his head on kats’ shoulder.

you and eijirou locked eyes, which helped with the bluetooth connection of partner telepathy, and when another seemingly unimportant scene came up, you curled your lips and-

“nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom“

katsuki's eyes roll as he grunts, letting his jaw get mauled.

a/n: a little snack while i cook dinner (writing and editing multiple drafts at the same time hehehehehehe)

[satoru-one-only-wifey]

Bakugo is the type to let you know you're place all the time. It's just in his nature, he doesn't do anything he doesn't want to do, and he doesn't play with people's feelings.

So you alway know, your loved when you're around him. He might not say it, but his actions speaks volumes.

You want new boots? He bought em

"You're bills need too be paid? He pays them

If he says you're his, you his completely and utterly, and nothing can change that.

Bakugo is the type to loves though his actions, he will not be the type too tell you bullshit he can't live up too. He says he is doing something he is doing it. No questions asked.

Bakugo is the type to expect you too have a backbone when arguing, because it will be loud and explosive, sure he may get turned on by your yelling, but no one cares about that.

Bakugo is the type too not go too bars or clubs, because he thinks it's a waste of time. Too loud, too many people.

Bakugo is the type too not date whores, slots, prostitutes or anyone with a high body count. Why? Because his bd is very low, so he would want his partner too match his vibe.

Bakugo is the type too say no too you asking him too do something while he is doing it.

Bakugo is the type too love when his spouse is a brat, something about taming you when you've runing you mouth a little too much.

Bakugo is the type too deny he loves it when you put him in his place. Something about you punishing him for using his mouth a little much, preferably you stuffing you pussy in his mouth too shut him up

Bakugo is the type too get hard, at you yelling at him and he would and will jerk off infront if you while you yell at him.

Bakugo is the type too marry you before he impregnate you. You're having his kid while you BOTH carry his name. His signature. Too let everyone know you belong him and he very much belongs too you.

Bakugo is the type too not respect people who cheat on their partner, especially if you are having sex, because his logic is 'you can give them your body, but you can't give them exclusivity.'

Bakugo is the type too get married within a year if dating, because he knows what he wants and he dating alone his type of women, which means their mentality as well.

Bakugo is the type too fall your mentality and personality rather than you're looks.

Bakugo is the type too not let anyone know he is typing someone until he is sure you're getting married.

Bakugo is the type too be a virgin until he is married.

[honeyed-katsu]

this is me lowkey providing lore for an ask BuT☝️new angsty katsuki headcanon incoming☝️

it's fanon that mitsuki & masaru are fashion designers, and i'm rolling with that. walk with me here — child model katsuki. he's such a pretty boy & he looks so much like mitsuki, i think she'd love showing him off as a model. tbh i think she'd love having such a pretty kid, because he looks so much like her, she takes it as her own ego-boost whenever he's complimented ("he's a beautiful young man" "yeah he takes after ME" type thing)

katsuki obviously hates modelling. he doesn't mind the attention, but he hates being dressed up and fussed with and positioned for photos. he also hates how "famous" he is, because now all his friends call him pretty and he hates it (dysphoria✨)

CSA headcanons beneath the cut ⚠️

and because katsuki's so pretty & because mitsuki has a tendency to just leave him with the crew, it's not uncommon for a few of the more opportunistic crew members to play around with him a bit; a makeup artist who likes holding his chubby face still and shoving their fingers in his mouth as he whines tries to bite, a stylist who gropes and touches katsuki in places they shouldn't and tells him that it's all part of the process as he bares his teeth and tries not to cry, people on the camera crew who are a bit more overt, holding him down and using him, filming him the entire time & threatening to show mitsuki how "unprofessional" katsuki's crying & screaming is….

and ofc katsuki doesn't tell anyone. he doesn't want to look weak, and even though he knows that the camera crew is in the wrong, he doesn't want his mum to find out and get mad at him/hit him. by the time he works up the courage to tell his dad, he's not even a model anymore, having aged-out of the age-range he was marketed for, so it's not a big deal, right? surely the content they shot isn't still circulating. right?

[bambieyedpoet]

I really hope you continue writing "purple" it seems like it will be so good! Also love that reader is a purple girl, always headcanon that Bakugo would love a purple girl !

orange boys love purple girls!! i don’t make the rules!!

[hachiloves]

cw age gap, fem reader, & sexual content. may be slightly ooc

older katsuki… who just loves coming home to you and hearing about all of the things you’ve done throughout the day, “Look Katsuki I made banana muffins.” before you shove all your treats into his face.

older katsuki… who has grown broader, and softer more mature and who just loves to give all his wisdom to you like an old grandma

older katsuki… that loves to come home and have you kiss all down his neck and chest until you yank his pants of with your teeth and give him teasing little kisses all over his shaft until he gets impatient and shoves his length all down your throat.

older katsuki… that loves to rough you up so he can kiss you better and buy you whatever your little heart desires afterwards

older katsuki… who loves the thought of making you a mommy

older katsuki… who just loves to keep you needy for him

this is buns i’m sorry i’m finally back

[theydontknowboutus7]

One of the Girls

Words: 1K

Pairing: Bakugo x Class 1-A (not an X Reader)

Very out of character Bakugo, based on one of my headcannon:

After the war, doctors told Bakugo he had to calm down, because his heart was very weak. During this time, he became pretty good friends with a lot of the girls in Class 1-A

Would you guys like an X Reader story with this headcannon? Please let me know!

***

After his heart was restarted by Edgeshot, the doctors advised Katsuki to calm down, for the sake of his weakened heart. So when he came to class and sat down, feet on the floor rather than the desk, sitting quietly as he waited for class to stop, everyone noticed. 

On the first day like this, Kirishima was the first to say something. “Hey, Bakugo, are you alright, man?” The blond just nodded, clicking his pen. 

The next day, Sero went in, tilting his head. “What happened to you? Why aren’t you all, I don’t know, explody, like normal?” Katsuki waves his hand dismissively. “What, is it a problem if a guy wants to have a peaceful day without his friends questioning him?” 

Finally, on the third day, Kaminari was sent in. When the poor boy stepped up to Bakugo’s desk, he expected to be blown up on the spot. But Katsuki just stared. “So, uh, Kacchan,” Kaminari flinches, expecting the normally explosive boy to snap, before opening one eye to see him sitting calmly in his seat. Kaminari continues. “The guys and I were wondering if you wanted to go shopping with us after school today.” He flinches again, but nothing happens. Kaminari glances at Kirishima and Sero, who are watching in shock at Katsuki’s calm demeanor. Typically, if anyone can get him to explode, it’s Kaminari. 

“No thanks. I’m going to go back to the dorms and rest.” He says, his voice unnaturally calm. “Oh, uh, ok then.”

“Something’s wrong with Bakugo. What do we do?” Kirishima asks, and Sero shrugs. “He’s calmed down, so what’s the problem? Let him be, he’s much more enjoyable than his normal explosive self.” Sero says. None of them realized how different Katsuki actually was. 

*** 

It all started late at night on a Friday, with the girls hanging out in the dorm living room. “I’ll go make us some tea! I just got an order of specialized green tea from my mother, and I’ve been dying to try it!” YaoMomo exclaims, leaving for the kitchen. 

“Oh! Bakugo!” Momo exclaims, surprised to see the blond male. Katsuki glances over, clicking his tongue. “Hey, Ponytail.” He mumbles, cutting some strawberries. Momo walks to the cabinet, searching for her green tea. “Ah! There it is!” She says, grabbing the box. She begins making the tea, humming to herself. 

“What type of tea is that?” Katsuki asks, surprising Momo. “Oh, green tea. Would you like some?” Momo asks, and Katsuki shakes his head. He walks past her to the cabinet, grabbing something, before walking over and shoving it in Momo’s hands. “Chocolate?” 

“Dark chocolate. It should go well with your tea.” Katsuki says, putting the cut strawberries in a bowl. “I’ve been saving those, so enjoy them.” He says, leaving the kitchen. 

***

The next incident happened in the training grounds. Uraraka puts her hands on her knees, breathing heavily from the training she’s been doing. “You’re looking away when you punch.” A voice calls out from behind her. She turns around to an equally sweaty Katsuki. 

“Huh?” Uraraka says, wiping sweat from her forehead. “You look away when you punch.” He repeats. “If you keep doing that, you leave yourself open for your opponent to attack.” 

“Oh. Thank you, I’ll remember that-""I’ll spar you.” Katsuki says, and Uraraka’s eyebrows raise. They haven’t fought since the Sports Festival, and Katsuki isn’t one to offer to train with others. “Really?” She asks, and he rolls his eyes. “Hurry up and get ready.” 

She nods, getting into a fighting stance. As expected, he starts with his signature right hook, which Uraraka blocks. She throws her own punch, keeping in mind Katsuki’s advice, and he smirks. “Good.” The two spar, throwing kicks and punches at each other. 

“Thanks, Bakugo.” Uraraka says, wiping her cheek with a rag. He nods. “Whatever. Just don’t forget it, or you’ll get blown up on the battlefield.” He grumbles. 

***

“What color dress should I wear?” Mina asks, holding up two dress: a gorgeous black dress with ruffles, and an equally gorgeous turquoise dress with a slit at the leg. “Why can’t you go ask Ponytail, or Pink Cheeks, or anyone else? I’m busy.” Katsuki whines, resting his head on his hand. 

“Oh, come on Bakugo, I know you’re secretly into fashion.” Mina says, sticking her tongue out. He rolls his eyes, looking back at the dresses. “The black one. The turquoise is nice, but it clashes with your nails.” He says, sitting back in his bed. Mina walks over to the mirror, holding the dress up to her. “Gold or silver?” 

“Gold, obviously. Don’t tell me you’re an idiot.” Katsuki replies, rolling his eyes. Was that even a question? Mina smiles. “Aww, I knew you were into fashion!” She squeals, twirling around. “Yeah, yeah, Pinky.” 

***

The final occurrence included Class 1-A’s favorite purple perv. The class went out for a beach day on their day off, and with a beach comes bikini's, aka the only reason Mineta came. 

“Come on, girls! Let’s go play volleyball!” Mina exclaims, running out with a volleyball, the girls following behind. Mineta watches, hearts forming in his eyes, and drool falling from his mouth.

“I’m in heaven! Mmm, Momo's full breasts, Mina’s thick thighs, Uraraka’s bouncy a-“ “HEY! BALL FACE!” An explosion can be heard from behind the boy. He turns around slowly, his heart falling into his stomach. 

Katsuki grabs the boy, holding him up to his face. “Keep your damn eyes to yourself, or I’ll really turn you into grape juice!” He yells, tightening his grip on the boy's shirt. “Ok ok!” Mineta squirms, screaming at the rogue explosions coming from the blonds' palms.  

Katsuki growls slightly, before dropping the boy and going to sit down. Kirishima glances at Sero, before turning to look at the terrified grape. “Well, if that’s what it takes to stop Mineta, so be it.” Sero shrugs. 

“Awww, Kacchan’s gone soft!” Denki says, and Katsuki turns aggressively to the boy, growling. “No I haven’t!” He then takes a deep breath, laying down on his towel and closing his eyes. “I haven’t gone soft. It’s just basic human decency.” 

Had he gone soft? Yes, yes he had. Does he regret it? No, he doesn’t. 

[im-so-tired-sorry]

nsfw

going furniture shopping in an ikea-like store and while you’re genuinely shopping, kiribaku are looking at counters that line you up to them and coffee tables they can bend you over on.